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.

49. In the Heat of the Night

A/N: Hello, dear readers. Well, it seems that, unfortunately, another month had managed to slip passed before I was able to come through with another update. However, this time, it wasn't dealing with the virus that belayed me, (I am much better truthfully!) and was the issue I've been having off and on with this terrible writer's block. Although this chapter had managed to get - albeit slightly less - the same size as the last one, getting it done took much longer. :/

Sometimes, I wonder exactly how much longer the writing gods what me to deal with this brick wall, but alas, it seems just to come and go. Regardless, the context of this chapter should (hopefully) make up for the loss in time as it's one hundred percent smut. :) It had been quite some time since the last one, so I hope it's enjoyable. Though, like last time, it will be a while before the next one crops up.

As always, a huge thank you to SweetsDreamer for her continued beta work. : Without her, these chapters would probably be a mess.

Summary: After their successful attempt to retrieve the Scarlet Eyes from Caleb Easterman, Chrollo, and Kurapika leave Old Zephyrium to prevent any further backlash from occurring. During their temporary stay in a town a few hours away, Chrollo plans something special for Kurapika. One that is sure to be remembered.

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The faint sound of ticking had distilled the lingering silence as a quiet, and nearly still atmosphere hung the air. Though, it wasn't entirely unexpected as no other presence was around save for Chrollo himself.

Casually he flitted about the small room as each area he revisited was to carefully but punctiliously inspect the rather elaborate setup that was delicately laid out. Chrollo even made sure the decorations were situated properly; nothing was to be remotely out of place.

He wanted everything to be perfect.

Chrollo decided to make some final adjustments while he finished preparing the plain, square table meant for two. His sturdy fingers gently pushed the two brass candlesticks forward so that both of them sat adequately in the center. While the table cloth he used wasn't exactly to his liking, it was the best he could do on such short notice, and after giving it a few gentle tugs, Chrollo ran his palm over the surface to ensure that most, if not all, the wrinkles were smoothed out.

Thankfully, Kurapika had decided to go out and take a short jaunt around the moderately sized town to stretch his legs while getting a feel for the area. His lover's absence gave him the ability to ensure that his plan came to fruition as he had been concocting his little surprise for weeks. Finding the time for such an occasion had been problematic, especially since they promptly left Old Zephyrium the day after stealing the Scarlet Eyes from Caleb Easterman. While their sudden exodus had put a damper on his idea, it was ultimately for the best.

Luckily for them, Shalnark had already come through with the location of the next pair of eyes, and the region where they eventually needed to go wasn't accessible by Old Zephyrium's airport. Since it was smaller and didn't have flights that went to any major cities, it only made sense to find a place where they could.

Since they had to - oddly enough - leave the continent and revisit one from before, moving on when they did was in their best interest. Besides, he wanted them to take a break as Kurapika needed rest, but Chrollo also knew that a special day was right around the corner.

For a moment, his eyes drew towards the mini calendar that sat upon the only nightstand in the room, the present date showing it was April fourth.

Kurapika's birthday.

It was a pivotal aspect that he had - shamefully enough - nearly forgotten about, or more so, temporarily deferred from in favor of focusing on their mission in reclaiming the Scarlet Eyes. While he wasn't entirely proud of nearly dismissing something like that, Chrollo had decided he would make damn sure to show his lover exactly how significant he was.

Dinner and a quiet night together were just two things he had on his agenda, but Chrollo also had other ideas in mind. A faint, sly smile accented his moderately pale lips at the thought. It had been quite a while since they had been able to spend adequate time alone, so he wanted nothing more than to make the day memorable for Kurapika. While his main goal wasn't to get the younger man in bed, the prospect had Chrollo practically salivating at the mouth. Yet, there was no denying that, even though Kurapika didn't outwardly show it, he also yearned for intimacy. Their previous encounters had been hasty, rushed, or even short-lived, which Chrollo absolutely hated. Because of current circumstances, neither of them was able to take it slow and really enjoy themselves.

Initially, he had planned to wait until they had completed their mission before wanting them to devote quality time together. Since it was Kurapika's birthday, however, that gave him the excuse to do it sooner. And in truth, Kurapika deserved to be pampered and loved, no matter how it happened. If they ended up having sex, all the better.

Not that Chrollo wasn't hopeful. He was sure Kurapika wouldn't hesitate with allowing their night lead to that, so he still clung to the very idea.

Casting the thought aside until later, Chrollo focused on getting the rest of the preparations done, and once everything was entirely in place, he checked the clock. It wouldn't be long before Kurapika returned. All he had left to do was get the food ready and positioned on the table, then wait for his lover to come through the door.

Right after he had managed to get the delicately adorned silver lids over each plate, the sound of clicking drew his attention from the table. Almost immediately, he could hear the echo of footsteps in the adjacent room. Chrollo took one last look to make sure all was in order and waited patiently for the younger man to enter the area he was in.

"Chrollo?" He heard Kurapika call out finally, and once again, his lips formed into a pleasant smile. "I'm back."

He reached over to pick up the bouquet of roses he had picked up earlier that day and got into position. "Come to the other room," Chrollo responded, though loudly enough so that Kurapika heard him. Seconds later, the Kurta appeared in the archway, and his blue eyes immediately widened, their color growing more variegated by the second. The look of them was as striking as ever. It amazed him just how transcendent Kurapika appeared.

"What is all this?" He asked slowly. There was a brief look of contemplation, but also shock on Kurapika's features. One of the last things he expected was to come back and find such an elaborate setup.

The smile on Chrollo's face broadened. Kurapika indeed was adorable. Did his lover really think he wouldn't have gone out of his way for such a special occasion? "These are for you, babe." He commented before holding out the meticulously arranged roses. "It is your birthday after all, is it not?"

Kurapika's reaction didn't surprise him since the younger man seemed to house a bit of a distaste for full-blown festivities. His lover had once described it as 'trivial holidays.' Still, it didn't stop him from indulging the other nonetheless. While Chrollo enjoyed events such as these, Kurapika, on the other hand, found them relatively pointless. However, the expression to accentuate those luscious features was anything but.

Shock briefly crossed over Kurapika's visage, but it dissipated quickly and was replaced by mirth. He gingerly took the roses without hesitation and examined them before leaning forward to breathe in their mild scent. Generally, he would have been displeased with Chrollo's extravagance and berated the older man over it, but for once, he let his lover have his fun. Truthfully, he was grateful that Chrollo remembered his birthday. While he may not always admit it, he was still appreciative when his lover was thoughtful.

Pale lips formed a smile - one that was rarely seen - so pure, but also innocuous, it was hard to believe he was even capable of such a thing. Kurapika remained silent long enough to find a vase to put the roses in, then turned his attention to the table after setting them aside. "I assume this is also part of your sophisticated plan?" He commented and closed the gap between him and Chrollo.

For an indeterminate moment, Kurapika just stared into the older man's eyes, those stormy greys always seeming to beguile him. During the exchange, he wasn't sure exactly when he reached up to cup Chrollo's cheek, only that it did happen.

"Yes," he responded, voice low, but deep, "I did all of this because you deserve it." Chrollo leaned into that soft palm, and one of his own came up to lay on top of it. Kurapika's skin was as silky as ever. "This is especially after everything we've been through - you've been through. Not only that," Chrollo paused, and kissed the surface of his lover's thin fingers as he brought them to his lips, "it's also because I love and care for you." The words slipped so easily free, soft, but genuine, the honesty evident in his tone.

While he was hopeful for other instances to happen throughout their time together, Chrollo still wanted to show Kurapika precisely how significant his lover was to him. Kurapika was many things, but the younger man was his world, his guiding light, and the one who saw him as more than some ruthless monster. Chrollo was aware that he had committed horrible, unforgivable acts in his past, some of which he did without remorse. But when it came to Kurapika, and how his decisions at that one point in time had affected his lover, there was nothing less than penitence.

The guilt that Chrollo felt was something he still retained. If there was one aspect of his past which he could change, that was one of them.

What Kurapika saw in his lover's expression, but also in his demeanor was purely veritable. It wasn't the first time he had witnessed Chrollo's morality, but to watch it continue made Kurapika glad. The change left him hopeful. "I see," Kurapika uttered as a faint tremble surged through him from the contact. "While you didn't have to necessarily go through all of this to show me that you care, I am grateful you remembered my birthday." He added, the tips of his fingers brushing idly along Chrollo's cheek. It was hard to ignore just how warm his lover's hand felt over his.

And was something that Chrollo seemed to realize as well. The weight of his grip had become distinct, but not in a rough sort of way. His touch was still gentle, loving, profound. There was no way he could ever bring himself to harm Kurapika and would choose death first. Chrollo had made a solemn vow. The elegant, blond Kurta was someone he wanted to protect. Now and forever.

Chrollo hummed and leaned in close. "Naturally, I wouldn't have forgotten." He purred while hanging dangerously close to Kurapika's pale lips. "Still, I wanted to indulge you. Humor me just this one time." Chrollo then captured them with his own as he pulled his lover into a gentle but passionate kiss.

It was torrid, sensual, almost mesmerizing, and Kurapika let himself fall quickly into it. Darkness surrounded him afterward, the room around him fading away. Chrollo's taste instantly pervaded his mind the moment they made contact, and Kurapika let his lips massage fervently against his lover's. There was even no resistance when he felt the other man's tongue lick over his bottom lip before pushing inside his mouth. Immediately his own swept up to meet it, the two appendages sliding along one another in a heated dance.

For the longest, they remained that way, Chrollo deepening the kiss repeatedly, and Kurapika following his lead. The few times they had to separate and catch their breath, neither of them stopped and dived right back in for more. During the entire exchange, they were even unaware of how close their bodies got, only that both of them ended up utterly flush against one another. And even then, it didn't stop their tempestuous kiss.

Once they could no longer deny air into their lungs, they finally broke apart. Kurapika stepped back while panting as Chrollo did the same, their eyes firmly locked together.

Silence had descended between them as they merely gazed at each other, deep blue meeting stormy grey. Their shared body language said more than mere words could have ever, but it didn't stop just how powerful their hold was on each other.

Several times Kurapika tried to speak as Chrollo embraced him, but finally, he managed to regain his voice. "Chrollo," Kurapika whispered, face nuzzled against his lover's neck. "How is it that you manage to temper me like this?" The question was abrupt, odd, and yet, Kurapika practically knew the answer. Still, he wanted to hear his lover say it.

"Easy," Chrollo began, and his fingers made their way into the blond's silken crop. "It's because you're mine, and I know how to appease your wild spirit, Kurapika of the Kurta clan."

The response was said with such clarity and selfless veracity, that Kurapika couldn't fault the statement. Instead, a smile crept over his plush lips. "Perhaps you are right." He said, admitting the truth. "It's of no wonder. Everything about you keeps me tethered in place."

Again, Kurapika knew that Chrollo had proven himself, there was no doubt in the older man's loyalties or agenda. Once his enemy, now his lover, and the only person he wanted to spend eternity with, Chrollo truly had his heart. Maybe the older man tended to do things that he didn't approve of, but it didn't change the way he felt.

Regardless of who Chrollo was, or his past crimes, Kurapika could sense the strong, infrangible bond between them. Two sides of the same coin, one and the same, who belonged together.

Denying that was impossible.

Hearing the confession made Chrollo hum again while he stroked tenderly through Kurapika's hair. Generally, such a revelation would have gratified him as he adored it when others openly accepted what they could not refute, but Chrollo didn't want to come off as presumptuous. Instead, he buried his nose into Kurapika's golden locks. "It makes me delighted to hear you say that." He finally said, though, without any vainglory in his tone. "At least I know you are happy with me."

Immediately, Kurapika sighed, his breath dusting over Chrollo's tender skin. How his lover could think otherwise, baffled him. There was no other way he would have it. "Of course, I am happy," Kurapika stated and nipped his neck, "I have no reason not to be."

Chrollo shivered, and there was another pause as he breathed in deeply. The feel of Kurapika's body against his own made it hard to think, and it took all he had to stay focused, but Chrollo was still aware of what his lover had said. Knowing that Kurapika always wanted to be with him continued to solidify the love they mutually shared.

"Good. I hope you never believe otherwise." He uttered quietly, and momentarily closed his eyes. Kurapika's scent permeated his mind as the aroma of eucalyptus and mint filled his nostrils, the combination pleasant. It never ceased to amaze him just how good Kurapika tended to smell. After several minutes, Chrollo reluctantly pulled away from the younger man before letting a faint grin overtake his lips. "That said," he continued, "I think we should probably go eat before the food gets cold."

A chill washed over him instantly after his lover stepped aside, the lack of contact making Kurapika whine in protest. He frowned but nodded in concession anyway. Chrollo had gone to great lengths in doing all he had, especially with making dinner, so it was only right to sit down and actually eat.

Besides, whatever it was had a pleasant aroma. "Alright," Kurapika replied and sat down on the chair, which his lover stood behind. Chrollo slowly pushed it forward, then took a seat himself. "You certainly went through a great deal in just preparing for my birthday." He added while examining the arrangement on the table. Even the dinnerware looked nice and was different from the typical plasticware they had been using.

The comment made Chrollo raise an eyebrow, "How many times have I said it, babe? Nothing is too great for you." He added firmly. All he could do was grin at his lover from across the table. Kurapika really did tend to stress over small details.

"Still, don't you think all of this is a bit… excessive?" Kurapika questioned, and gestured to all the decorations scattered about the room from the candles, colorful streamers, and balloons, even the 'happy birthday' sign that hung meticulously in the center. He could only imagine just how far Chrollo had gone.

Naturally, it was a reaction he had expected as Kurapika continued to remain frugal. Sooner or later, he would have to let go of such habits. "Regardless, I wanted you to have the best. I won't think of it in any other way." Chrollo stated with such finality.

There was a hardness to his eyes, and Kurapika didn't think the older man would budge this time.

"I know, but-"

"But nothing. You really need to enjoy yourself for once, angel. It's not as if these kinds of situations happen all the time. Who knows when the two of us can relax like this again?"

Well, fuck. Kurapika sat back in his chair with a huff, arms crossed. Chrollo was right, and he absolutely hated it, but there was no disputing the fact. Although he may have found the entire scenario unnecessary, his lover had been considerate nonetheless.

In the past, he believed that Chrollo wasn't capable of such a thing, but ever since Kurapika had known the man, his opinion had changed. The fact that his lover had been so attentive to his needs made Kurapika feel pleased. And grateful. So, he had no real excuse to be upset anyway.

He sighed. "Okay, okay, I concede. What you said is true. It's not that I don't care for occasions like this, but since we have been hard-pressed to find the remaining eyes-"

Almost instantly, Kurapika was interrupted as Chrollo's finger came up before him in a quieting gesture. "You don't have to explain yourself, love. I only want you to enjoy yourself tonight. Nothing more." He said sternly and with emphasis on his words.

There was a clicking sound as Kurapika's jaw snapped shut, and for a second time, he sat back in his chair without saying anything more. Instead, he relinquished the idea of arguing with his lover as there was no contesting it. The more he thought about it, the more he started to understand.

For the longest, he and Chrollo had been on the road traveling and had so many extreme encounters, both harrowing and not, which had him stressed. Considering that fact, he couldn't disregard the need for a break. If Kurapika had to be honest with himself, he had been looking forward to a moment where he could just breathe. The weight of their mission - his mission - had indeed taken a toll on him, and to prevent any possibility of breakdown, rest was the way to do it. Besides, partaking in some fun didn't seem all that bad.

Instead of appearing selfish, Kurapika allowed a soft smile to form over his lips. He knew Chrollo tended to like it when he did, so he didn't hesitate to show the older man just that. And in reality, he was interested to see what Chrollo had in store for him.

The moment when Kurapika fell silent and reclined in his chair, Chrollo took it as a sign that his lover had given up on continuing their little debacle. It wasn't often that his lover would relent when it came to asserting his point, and would often go to the limit when doing so. This time, however, Kurapika gave in more quickly than expected. Chrollo smirked at the notion.

"Well then," the sudden interjection thrust Chrollo from his brief reverie, and his gaze fixed entirely on the younger man across from him, "since you're so intent on us having a grand time, why don't you show me the food that you worked so hard on?" An impish, sardonic expression made its way over Kurapika's countenance, and for the first in so long, his lover appeared highly smug. It was unusual to see Kurapika react like that.

Still, whenever his pretty angel decided to be playful, Chrollo never had any reason to complain. Any time Kurapika chose to let his guard down, and stop acting pragmatic, his mood tended to improve. Even his mentality and health seemed to get better. While not every instance was done by Kurapika's willful acceptance, and his perfect angel had to be goaded into it, the outcome was always positive.

Perhaps his lover found it challenging to liberate himself on occasion, and be free, but when Kurapika did, he tended to see things differently. Sometimes, he just needed to forget about all else - albeit temporarily - and focus on himself for a change.

Hard as that may be, Chrollo wasn't about to stop showing his lover the way. It was no different now. The night belonged to Kurapika and damn all else. Nothing was going to disrupt that.

Chrollo hummed quietly and then nodded. If they sat for any longer and continued bantering, the food was just going to get cold. And he wasn't about to have Kurapika eat cold food. "With pleasure," Chrollo commented back, though a little sarcastically, and reached over to lift the lid covering his plate. Kurapika did the same. Yet, a look of utter surprise washed over his features after doing so, and Chrollo wasn't able to keep the smirk from expanding on his face. "Does it look appetizing?" He asked curiously.

It took a few moments for Kurapika to compose himself, but he set the lid down and looked up to meet Chrollo's gaze. His lover continued to astonish him nearly every day. "Yes." Kurapika was able to get a better whiff of the aroma coming off his meal, and while it appeared tantalizing to the eye, the smell was also enticing. "What is it?"

He thought Kurapika would never ask. "They're called crab cakes. I had it once back when I visited a small coastal town a few hours east from Meteor City. Never thought anything made from the strange shellfish in the ocean would taste good, but I am sure you will like that. For the sides, Oysters Rockefeller and Garlic Shrimp." Chrollo paused, his demeanor growing even more eager. "There are also dips for the Crab Cakes. One is called Cocktail sauce, the other Tartar sauce."

Of course, he made sure to highlight every detail for Kurapika, making sure that his lover knew just how much effort he put into such a delicacy. What he didn't reveal was the kind of effect oysters tended to have on people. Chrollo remembered reading about how they were considered to be an aphrodisiac and could make someone feel aroused.

That aspect wasn't something he had experienced personally, but if such were true, there was a chance it could put them - or specifically Kurapika - in the mood. Chrollo wasn't about to give up on the possibility they would end up in the bedroom as he was already turned on.

Gods help him.

Kurapika noticed the slight waver in Chrollo's demeanor, and he tilted his head slightly due to it. Hearing the description of their meal piqued his interest, but something about the older man's behavior had also drawn his attention. He suspected that his lover was plotting something. The grin on his face only enhanced that feeling. "I have to admit that it isn't a dish I've had before, yet, it sounds rather appetizing," Kurapika remarked, though it was hard to keep from sounding skeptical. "I am eager to find out how it tastes." He added, but a little more nonchalantly.

If Chrollo was hatching some kind of scheme, then he wanted to uncover the truth. Every time his lover showed any discrepancies from his usual disposition, there was always some underlying agenda. Whatever it was, Kurapika hoped it wasn't something completely outlandish. With Chrollo, he just never seemed to know.

Then again, maybe Chrollo wasn't planning anything terrible - or terrible in the context of nothing harmful or rash, but even then, he wasn't sure. It could have been nothing as well, and he was merely overreacting, yet, Kurapika couldn't help that he was curious.

Yet, it was that kind of mindset which had him questioning. The more Kurapika wondered, the more his inquisition grew. Maybe what he initially thought wasn't the idea Chrollo had in mind, and perhaps it was more of a... sensuous nature? Even that aspect made Kurapika click his tongue in exasperation, and still, he couldn't ignore the fact that he wasn't entirely opposed to the concept. In reality, he also wanted to indulge in more erotic activities as the desire for intimacy had been oddly strong recently.

And not only that, he couldn't remember how long it had been since they could spend real, quality time alone. Without feeling rushed, without stress driving them, or where the act was rough just so they could achieve release. For once, he wanted it to be tender and slow, where they could take as long as they wanted to, and only stopping when they were unable to keep going.

How it was back at the cottage - Kurapika wanted to experience that again.

Dark, grey eyes locked with his own blues, and for a split second, he felt utterly paralyzed. Kurapika swallowed sharply, but he refrained from mentioning his supposition. The last thing he wanted to do was give Chrollo the impression that he was aware of the man's potential scheme. He preferred to let it play out.

Which luckily, it seemed his lover hadn't. Chrollo merely grinned that same infernal grin when he was acting sly. Kurapika sniffed, but he waited to see what the older man would do next.

"Ah, I figured it was something you may not have tried before. Since those types of creatures live in the sea, it made sense that you had probably eaten more freshwater fish than anything."

Since Kurapika spent most of his life amid the forest, access to saltwater would have been limited. Any type of seafood was probably rare, and even then, it was unlikely his clan had gotten a hold of more premium cuisine. So, chances were that he didn't get to experience such delicacies, and it gave Chrollo every reason to lavish his sumptuous lover.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for the young, blond Kurta. He deserved everything - and that included all the finer things life had to offer. Kurapika would get to eat the best foods, and wear the nicest clothes. And once their journey was over, Chrollo would even give his lover a grand home where he could safely rest his head. No more hotels, and sleeping beneath bushes on the road. It would be a place for just them and them alone.

While they still had a long way to go, it was a future that he looked forward to. Although Chrollo knew there was so much he had to make up for and many hurdles to cross, he would do whatever it took to see it through. Kurapika was too precious, and shouldn't be made to suffer. The very thought of him in any pain bothered Chrollo.

It still haunted him that Kurapika was initially driven to despair because of his own selfish decisions. Knowing that burned a fire deep within him. Chrollo hated what he had done, but it urged him to ensure that nothing like that happened again. Kurapika had changed his life for the better and was the one who managed to melt his once frozen heart. There was no other person in the world like him, and the vow Chrollo made so long ago to abolish all of Kurapika's sorrow was something that he intently held onto. Eventually, his lover wouldn't know what pain was.

Tonight was just one step of many, and Chrollo wanted it to be all about Kurapika. He would make the younger man feel like a king, exalted and free, and whatever he desired, Chrollo would give it to him. If Kurapika asked for the moon, even the stars, he wouldn't hesitate. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do.

A look of adoration flashed across Kurapika's features, and he merely let the faintest of smiles cross his lips. Regardless of Chrollo trying to act coy with him, knowing that his lover had gotten to know so much about him was comforting. Even if certain aspects reminded him of his past. "You are right," Kurapika uttered softly, his eyes flickering at the pleasant memories. "Saltwater materials weren't typical, or easily obtained commodities where I come from, so you are correct in that assumption." He paused and tilted his head slightly, which caused his golden locks to partially obscure his visage. "Though I will attest, I have wanted to try different foods that come from the ocean."

Kurapika had a momentary flashback to their time in Sorbia. The entire village sustained itself on everything related to the sea, and even the most basic of things it had to offer. There wasn't a single place that didn't have items built using the ocean's ample bounties. One aspect that stood out predominantly was the large, colorful shells that were turned into delicate but stunning displays. Such marvelous works of art were found throughout the village and were some of the most fascinating elements he had ever seen.

While he was no stranger to the ocean as a whole and had even spent time on boats during his excursions at the hunter exam, certain parts interested him. Kurapika was curious about the strange, wondrous creatures that lived beneath the shimmering, blue waves, but he also wanted to know more about mysterious treasures that lay hidden within.

The mere look of those unique, pristine shells had captivated his attention and was one of the few memories that he enjoyed while on his missions with Chrollo. Just their conversation alone had resurfaced those pleasant recollections.

He had paused for a moment, and the span of silence that soon descended between them was enough to draw Kurapika's attention. Chrollo's eyes immediately found his own, and for a second time, Kurapika felt as if his heart had seized within his chest. Crimson began to rise up along his pale skin, though it appeared even more visible against its porcelain-like color when accented by the candlelight, and Kurapika tried in vain to conceal it. Something in those grey depths compelled him to turn back.

And the second he did, Chrollo smiled. The emotions Kurapika felt behind it were nothing but intense adoration.

"It makes sense why certain commodities were harder to come by," Chrollo began, his voice undeniably charming, "so, it doesn't entirely surprise me that you hadn't heard of dishes like this." He reached over and gently took hold of his wine glass before taking a sip from its contents. "Though, I will say that if you are interested in trying such fine foods like this, I will take you to some of the best restaurants where you can, babe."

Chrollo took another draw from the delicate glass, then set it back down. He could tell there was contemplation clear in Kurapika's pretty blues, but he was sure that his lover wouldn't be swayed from the idea.

"I already surmised that you would." The younger man replied. "Since you have already made it obvious that you will do anything I ask." Kurapika paused as he thought about his clan and how they were the ones who were frugal instead of being over-indulgent. It was those very same lessons which had become ingrained into him, but ever since he had been traveling with Chrollo, it seemed that even his mental stance on that had shifted. "Perhaps," he resumed and decided to take his lover's lead by fetching his own wine glass, "I will take you up on that offer sometime." Kurapika then took a healthy sip.

When the fluid hit his tongue, it was as if his senses had woken up. The taste was beyond comprehension, and Kurapika wondered if Chrollo had actually made a point to get a wine that was not only fine but expensive as well. Alcohol was also something he didn't exactly favor, but it was his birthday, and Kurapika had realized that since the day he met with Chrollo back in Patalor, he had developed a bit of a taste for the stuff. He took another sip.

Maybe the older man would make a drinker out of him yet.

The amusement on Chrollo's features had become more prevalent following his response, which caused the red that tinged his neck and cheeks to deepen, but Kurapika didn't attempt to conceal it.

"And I will repeat it again, if need be," Chrollo quickly reiterated, then leaned forward, "but it pleases me to hear that. Just say the word when you're ready." He hadn't expected Kurapika to be so willing, mainly when it came down to being more spontaneous as it wasn't an aspect that his lover had seemed eager to change. The confession had almost surprised him. "Aside from that," the raven-head continued before reaching over to pick up the silver utensils beside his plate, "we should probably eat now. Can't allow good food to go to waste."

It was hard to draw his attention away from Kurapika as his lover always looked good with a flush accenting his skin, but despite the fact he enjoyed seeing the younger man's embarrassment, he didn't want their meals to spoil. Besides, he was still hopeful they would end up in the bedroom once it was all said and done, though he had something else to share with Kurapika after they finished eating. With luck, his 'surprise' would help move things right along.

For the moment, however, he was more interested in the delectable food before him. Chrollo cast a quick glance in Kurapika's direction and noticed his lover had nodded in concurrence.

"I won't argue with you there," Kurapika commented and proceeded to cut into the lightly brown patty. The substance easily flaked when he forked it. After taking a bite, the flavor that soon followed left him utterly dumbfounded. "That's quite good."

Chrollo grinned, for he already anticipated the food would have a rather pleasant taste. The restaurant he chose to deliver it was one that had been highly recommended by the locals, so he trusted their judgment. "Yes, it is. I knew you would like it." He took a few more bites of his own before picking up one of the oysters and placing it into his mouth. The flavor was terrific, and he couldn't believe just how palatable it was. If something like that was genuinely able to induce an erotic response, he was willing to get it more often. "Don't forget to try the shrimp, along with the oysters, angel."

Kurapika set his fork down long enough to reach over and pick up one of the oddly shaped shells which had a chunk of meat resting inside, and he brought it to his lips after quickly looking at Chrollo. It took him a moment before realizing that he was supposed to eat it right out of the shell. Afterward, Kurapika wasn't disappointed.

"That is good also. How did you know to pick something this delicious?" He questioned and decided to reach for the shrimp next. Although he had eaten those before, the smell had Kurapika eager. He couldn't disagree with how good it all really was.

Chrollo was pleased by the reaction. He paused and watched as his lover continued to eat, the younger man obviously happy with the food selection. There was no contesting that he knew his way around gourmet delights, as excellent food was no different than fine wine, or exquisite art. Some of the things he enjoyed weren't cheap, and though Kurapika tended to be provincial when it came to spending, Chrollo never felt the need to hold back.

Like now. Because it was a special occasion, why not splurge? Even if Kurapika was to get angry over it later, Chrollo still wanted to pamper his lover. At times, he just needed to live a little. But eventually, Kurapika would see that his mindset wouldn't coincide with the ideology of his Troupe. They were all unfettered and bound by no code. It was also that same way of life Kurapika chose to accept and live by. Sooner or later, he would have to see that and come around.

His eyes lingered on Kurapika's lithe frame, almost hungrily as he watched his pretty blond move. As the younger man focused on the plate before him, those effeminate-like hands scooping up both oyster and shrimp, then taking hold of the fork to eat the fish, Chrollo was unable to control just how enthralling it was. Even the way Kurapika brought the food to his delectable mouth seemed to titillate him.

Perhaps the effects of the oysters were hitting him after all. It seemed the rumor was true, considering how he was feeling at the moment.

Instead, he decided to resume eating his own food. What he wanted to say had also died in his throat. Chrollo was confident the next thing he said would have been something provocative, or redolent. While he wanted to try and coax Kurapika into the idea of having sex, he didn't want to outright insist on it. Better to let Kurapika decide on that himself because he wanted to, and not out of obligation.

And there was also what he had planned for after their meal, so there were still plenty of opportunities.

Chrollo utilized the silence to focus on his meal while attempting to ignore Kurapika in the process. It was hard keeping his eyes from drifting towards the younger man who sat across from him and how radiant he looked, especially those golden locks as the light played across them. He just couldn't help how his body was beginning to react.

It made him curious if the same was happening to his lover, but Chrollo didn't linger on him long enough to tell. With how it was already affecting him, it would have been surprising if it wasn't already causing a change in Kurapika.

The remainder of their meal was spent in almost virtual silence, aside from the occasional conversation one of them initiated, which thankfully didn't allude towards anything sexual. Whether or not the oysters had influenced Kurapika, his lover showed no signs of it. Chrollo knew the worst possible outcome would have occurred if he had let himself slip regarding that. It was good nothing had incited that possibility, at least, before their night had the chance to progress any further.

Once they were finished eating, Chrollo quickly gathered up the dishes and cleaned them off before placing them in the sink. The entire time, it was hard from letting his mind drift back to Kurapika, and just how the younger man looked while eating his food. From his blue eyes as the candle flame reflected off them, to those plush lips when they opened to take in each bite. Even his skin appeared so creamy smooth beneath the dim light in the room, which added to the heavenly appearance.

Each time Chrollo envisioned Kurapika, the more he felt himself become aroused. Thinking of those lips moving against his own, so soft and delectable, made that aspect even harder. He longed just to get his hands on that lithe, but alluring frame as Chrollo simply wanted to touch him.

That aspect alone caused him to finish the clean-up that much faster. Soon, he and Kurapika would retire to the loveseat where they would be against one another.

After he got the last of the dishes and silverware cleaned off, Chrollo opened the small fridge next to him and pulled out a small container that housed the particular treat he wanted to share with Kurapika. Next, Chrollo's attention turned back to Kurapika. His lover was straightening up the small table and had turned around when their eyes met. There was no stopping the devilish grin that crossed his face.

"I thought we could relocate to the couch. There is something I want to show you that I think you may also enjoy."

Kurapika raised an eyebrow as once again, skepticism wormed its way through him, but he refrained from commenting about it. The fact that Chrollo had so many 'surprises' left him questioning if it was unitary for his lover to be so mollycoddling. It wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy Chrollo spoiling at times, but the depth of how much his lover was doing it only fueled the suspicion of some hidden agenda.

Which got amplified by the fact that he had begun to feel strangely galvanized. Not that Kurapika wasn't already partially concupiscent as he had been craving the closeness and warmth from mere contact alone, but he also yearned for Chrollo's touch.

That alone left him completely willing. "Oh?" Kurapika commented, this time, his curiosity growing. "What is it?" Slowly, his eyes drifted towards the white box in Chrollo's hands, and the urge to find out exactly what was inside only intensified.

However, Kurapika's eagerness instigated Chrollo's grin to spread even further so that it exposed his teeth. He adored it when Kurapika was inquisitive. "Well, you should come over here and find out." Without waiting, he went and sat down before putting the box on the small table in front of him. Chrollo then patted the empty space next to him.

The older man's sudden actions made Kurapika snort, but he didn't hesitate in following. He paused momentarily to regard Chrollo sharply before sitting down. Almost instantly, he was pulled into his lover's lap.

It was somewhat unexpected, and the abrupt movement caused him to huff, but despite the scowl that formed on his face, Kurapika didn't refute Chrollo's actions. Instead, he curled his arms around the man's shoulders to steady himself and waited.

Kurapika's unhindered compliance added to Chrollo's pleasure, and he continued to let his grin show openly. Being near his lover added to the simmering excitement that flowed just beneath his skin. It was hard containing himself while maintaining control, but he reached around Kurapika to retrieve the box before placing it between them.

"What I have here is a little something I found while I was out exploring the town this morning." Chrollo then carefully lifted the lid to reveal several dark covered, red fruit. "These are called chocolate-dipped strawberries." He carefully picked one up and brought it to Kurapika's lips, his amusement spiking when he noticed the look of distaste on those pretty features.

"You know how I feel about sweets," Kurapika reaffirmed, clearly not happy with the choice in deserts. "And even then, I don't generally eat anything with chocolate." He added before holding his lips firmly closed.

This time, Chrollo chuckled and placed one of his fingers beneath Kurapika's chin. "I haven't forgotten, babe, but this is a bit different. Trust me when I say it's not overly sweet." Again, he brought the tip of the strawberry to Kurapika's lips and gently pressed it against the rim of his bottom one. "Just try it." He cooed, hoping to cajole the younger man into at least giving it a shot.

Again, Kurapika snorted, but he gazed at Chrollo in askance. Not only was his lover attempting to feed him, but the insistence on eating the morsel despite his disdain for sweets made him want to try it even less than before.

When he failed to respond, Chrollo pressed it a little more against his skin, and Kurapika could feel the juices from the fruit beginning to slide down his lip. It was utterly outrageous that his lover would do this, especially knowing his stance, but Kurapika growled and opened his mouth acquiescently.

Seconds later, Chrollo pushed the large, red berry into his mouth, and Kurapika bit down, the mild sweetness instantly sliding over his tongue. Much to his astonishment, the candied fruit wasn't as sugary as he thought, and he leaned in to finish off the remaining chunk. He could easily tell that Chrollo was satisfied by the result.

"I'll give you this much," Kurapika began after finally swallowing it, "but you were right that it's not overly sweet." He let Chrollo pop another of the strawberries into his mouth - albeit that he wasn't too fond of the fact it seemed like his lover was feeding him - and downed it without hesitation. Even Chrollo's relentless grin added to the sensation, but instead of allowing it to fluster him, Kurapika reached down to pluck one of the ripe fruits himself, and without saying a word, brought it to the older man's lips.

The act surprised Chrollo. Seeing the older man's response literally brought a smirk to Kurapika's own lips. If his lover thought that he would get away without any repercussions, he was sorely mistaken. Kurapika was more than ready to take advantage of the situation and return the favor. If Chrollo thought he was the only one who would be getting 'fed,' he was in for a rude awakening.

Yet, Chrollo didn't offer any resistance. Quite to the contrary, he decided to appease Kurapika by letting his precious lover press the chunk of berry into his open mouth. "Cheeky, are we?" He taunted after eating the piece, and then took hold of another strawberry. However, this time, he watched as Kurapika's amused smile faded the moment he pressed it to the bottom of the younger man's lip again, though with enough pressure to cause a part of it to dip a fraction. Chrollo then gradually slid it along the base, drawing from one side of Kurapika's lip to the other, the motion almost seductive, before working it past his lover's teeth. The look in those deep blue eyes was practically demanding. "However, I didn't buy them for myself to eat, babe." He added and gave the fruit another gentle push to ensure that it slipped completely inside.

There was a moment of silence as Kurapika recollected himself. Between the initial shock, and Chrollo's salacious words, it was hard even to process exactly what happened. He swallowed the chocolate-dipped berry right after it was put into his mouth, but he didn't also have time to come back to his senses, as right afterward, the older man's warm lips came firmly over his own.

Fire swelled through him, like heat prickling beneath the surface of his skin, and Kurapika felt as if he was drowning in a sea of flame. Chrollo's mouth was hot, and the kiss so passionate that it made Kurapika's head spin. There was no resisting it, not that he wanted to, and Kurapika quickly melded into it, his lips working against the Chrollo's feverishly. It was like a wild dance, desperate, yet loving, even after Chrollo had managed to thrust his tongue inside.

Kurapika let his own instantly tangle with the soft appendage. As they slid along one another, each sweep made was another profession of just how entangled he and Chrollo really were. Neither of them seemed intent to stop, and when the need for air eventually forced them apart, they simply dived in for more. Kiss after kiss, lips ensnaring lips, mouths hungrily craving for more, the desire to cease their play was virtually nonexistent.

It was amazing. Intense. The burning need to continue ever-present. Even Chrollo felt it, that pull which drew him in as heat swelled in the pit of his stomach, and down to his groin. It became more pronounced the longer he remained close to Kurapika as the constriction in his pants made that evident.

After that, holding back was almost impossible as the urge to take Kurapika right then, and there had reigned supreme. The sensation was practically overwhelming, and Chrollo instinctively tried to pull Kurapika even closer, though when he did, what he felt had only instigated him further.

Kurapika was also in the exact same situation he was. Chrollo had wondered about that aspect, but it became undeniable when the younger man's crotch brushed succinctly against his. It was clear that his lover was hard.

Resisting any longer at that point, was null and void.

Without severing their torrid kiss, Chrollo set the box of strawberries aside and scooped Kurapika up into his arms. A muffled sound of protest died against their locked lips, but those slender arms curled instantly around his shoulders, a distinct indication that Kurapika wanted him to continue. He pulled away from Kurapika just long enough to whisper in the younger man's ear. "Let's take this to the bed." When his lover nodded in assent, Chrollo didn't waste another second to retake those plush mounds again before proceeding into the adjacent room.

Once there, Chrollo gently deposited Kurapika onto the soft sheets.

As he pulled away, Kurapika's arms fell to the bed, and those startling blue eyes found his own. Several moments passed while they just looked simply at each other. Kurapika's lips were slightly parted, his body sprawled out almost invitingly, and Chrollo slowly climbed onto the bed, and on top of him.

Much to his astonishment, right after he did, Kurapika embraced him again, and this time, those arms tugged him down against that perfect, slender body. What Chrollo saw behind those swirling depths was nothing but wild, unbridled desire.

Darkness then took over him as the next thing Chrollo knew, Kurapika's lips were capturing his, and the world quickly faded away, his only thoughts were on the gorgeous, sexy creature that laid beneath him. Kurapika had a unique way of making him focus on nothing else, like now as the younger man was adamantly pressing them firmly together while those slender hands made their way into his soft, but dark locks.

Yet, Chrollo let his lover take the lead, as he thoroughly enjoyed the times when Kurapika exerted control. Although he, too, liked to assume dominance, it was Kurapika's birthday, so he wanted the younger man to take over. Chrollo let his hands slide up to cup the base of Kurapika's neck, and jaw, the groan which soon followed was enough to make him smile against the kiss they shared.

From there, it seemed that only need remained as the pace between them intensified and soon became fervent. Eventually, Kurapika let go of his hair and began trailing those fingers almost aimlessly down over his shoulders and back. A few times, Kurapika tugged pertinaciously at his clothes, the act a clear indication for them to be removed.

Though it was no different for him. Chrollo eventually broke away from Kurapika's kiss-bruised lips to latch onto the side of Kurapika's jaw while his hands had started to explore the planes of his lover's body. Little by little, they trickled down along his sides, and close to the younger man's hips, the voracity in his movements, professing how strong his desire was. Even Kurapika's showed just how much they wanted each other.

Everything Chrollo had hoped for was coming to pass, and yet, it was still a night meant for Kurapika. Instigating his lover into craving intimacy was the successful part, now he just wanted to give everything the younger man desired.

He started to suckle hard on the area where his lips had taken purchase and drew his hands back up, but this time, Chrollo let them slide beneath the hem of the shirt that Kurapika wore. His lover's skin was silky, warm, and velvety to the touch. The act immediately earned him a throaty gasp from Kurapika as the young Kurta arched his back, which caused them to become fully flush against one another.

The way Kurapika looked, how his breath hitched in his throat, and those pleading eyes that were filled with so much need had tugged relentlessly at Chrollo's own appetence, which made it even harder to contain the urges and impulses that were raging through him.

Chrollo bit down slightly harder, the area beneath his lips soon forming a purplish mark as a result. He didn't let go until it bloomed fully across Kurapika's skin, the color standing out in stark contrast to his pale tone. Chrollo then lifted away far enough to admire his handiwork and saw exactly how it made the younger man react. What he saw didn't surprise him.

Luminous scarlet eyes stared back at him, fiery and sparked by passion, while Kurapika's golden locks were splayed about his head, giving him an ethereal look. It was even hard to ignore how his lover's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath he took, those pretty lips sitting agape almost as if they were begging to be retaken.

Seeing Kurapika that way only continued to incite his animalistic drive, the pressure in his groin starting to become more than just noticeable. If he held back for too much longer, Chrollo was confident that he would end up with a rather painful erection. Another grin accented his visage, and he dipped close to Kurapika's ear so that his breath dusted the shell of it. "I want to make love to you," Chrollo spoke softly, and the hand that laid beneath Kurapika's shirt began to slide up gently, his fingertips contacting the pert nub that was mere centimeters away.

Kurapika hissed between his teeth as the sensation that wavered through him was intense, and it made his body tremble. Chrollo rubbed over it again, which caused him to groan out, his mind hazing over from the sheer ecstasy alone. Everything the older man was doing to him was beyond enticing. Kurapika felt a building need so ferocious and intense that he was gradually giving in to his own primal instincts. When Chrollo began toying with his nipple more adamantly, Kurapika didn't hold back the throaty groan that soon followed. At the rate they were going, he would eventually lose all control. And yet, Kurapika was ready. The craving to be even closer to Chrollo was practically overpowering, and yet, he wanted to surrender to it.

He drew the palms of his hands up to Chrollo's shoulders before letting his fingers trail along his lover's broad arms, then down to his clothed chest. Kurapika could make out the taut muscles that resided beneath, each sinewy rippling as the tips passed over the top of them. Beneath it all, Chrollo was a God in likeness, the man so chiseled and built that seeing him bare always seemed to take Kurapika's breath away.

Images of his lover flashed through his mind, each one giving him further reason to proceed. Pink mounds molded into a smile, one seductive and covetous when cold metal contacted his skin. "So do I." He purred, though loud enough for Chrollo to hear. "The thought of you inside me makes it even more tantalizing." Clicking sounds followed Kurapika's words when he started to undo the clasp on Chrollo's belt. It quickly fell away, and Kurapika immediately went for the button and zipper on his pants next.

As Kurapika worked them skillfully apart, he could see the relatively pleased expression on Chrollo's features. While his lover's mouth was also sporting a taunting grin, Kurapika ignored how infernal it was in favor of matching it with his own. If anything, Chrollo wouldn't be able to reject that he wasn't the only one who could be coquettish.

Before he could finish his task, Kurapika's hands instantly stilled when Chrollo's fingers squeezed his nipple firmly. The mild pain that mingled with the extreme pleasure was enough to distract him, and he could barely hear the chuckle in his lover's voice as the air nearly betrayed his lungs. Kurapika arched his back as a shiver raced fully up the length of his spine.

What he said, and the way he spoke, must have amused Chrollo, for his lover came in close once again, which prevented him from getting that accursed garment off the older man's waist.

Naturally, Kurapika wanted to be free of his own constraints as the tightness in his pants became increasingly bothersome. Still, it would only be a matter of time before they managed to peel away each other's clothes.

"Impatient, are we?" Chrollo teased, and he gave that nub another gentle squeeze. The way Kurapika was reacting, and the fact he was so eager to get rid of his pants added to the aspect of how desperate his lover seemed. Not that he was complaining. Far from it. He was glad that Kurapika wanted it just the same, though he only cared for keeping it tender and slow. Ensuring the younger man was satisfied was a top priority.

His amusement spiked when Kurapika huffed, but those pouty lips never uttered a word. Only those scarlets continued to burn with a pyrexia that he had never seen before. Staring down into them always had entrenched and beguiled him. Despite their unmatched beauty and radiance, something about those eyes had haunted him, but Chrollo couldn't ever get enough of just how breathtaking they really were.

Chrollo gave that erect node one last flick with his fingertip before rubbing over the top of it, then pulling away. The abrupt motion earned him another moan from the depths of Kurapika's throat, but he simply hummed when the younger man uttered a breathy plea as a response. Although he wanted their intimacy to be mainly for Kurapika's gratification, it wasn't stopping him from toying with the younger man enough to get him thoroughly worked up.

Besides, he was enjoying the foreplay. Surely, Kurapika was as well.

Gradually, Chrollo slipped his hand from beneath his lover's shirt and leaned in close again without leaving any gap between them. He pressed down firmly against those lithe hips before grinding slightly against Kurapika's groin. Chrollo could feel exactly how stiff he was.

The sensation sent another jolt up Kurapika's spine, and he bit his lip. "It will only get worse if you keep on teasing me." He quipped and reached for Chrollo's shirt again. Thick, bolts of soft fabric shifted between his curled fingers when he managed to take hold of it, yet Chrollo didn't try to stop him, and Kurapika made short work of removing it. After casting it aside, Kurapika made a second attempt to strip off Chrollo's pants, but the moment he grasped the rim of it, the older man blocked him again.

"Perhaps it will," Chrollo hummed, and lowered himself to gently run his tongue along the expanse of Kurapika's neck before drawing up to take those lips with his once more. Immediately, Chrollo deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing its way into Kurapika's mouth as he tasted his lover. Before he knew it, the younger man's tongue was curling around his. Chrollo lingered into the kiss for a little longer while relishing in the blissful sensation; then, he broke away to find Kurapika's scarlet gaze. "But I can promise that I will make it worth your while, babe. I want to take it slow and keep it gentle. Anything outside of that will only happen if you ask me to. It's your night, and I will make love to you the way you want me to."

It took Kurapika a bit to get air back into his lungs, but when he did, Chrollo's expression spoke of pure veracity. The emotion in his lover's eyes alone was enough to prove that. "You're serious," he uttered, hardly able to contain himself as he reached up to touch Chrollo's cheeks, "and that you will do anything I ask?" Kurapika brought his lover close to him, their bodies contacting, and he could feel the older man's warmth through his covered chest. If Chrollo was serious with his statement, then he already decided what his first request would be.

"Yes, anything you want," Chrollo confirmed, his voice trembling from just being near the one lying beneath him. With how little space there was now between their faces, he had to fight from wanting to seize Kurapika's mouth again, but hearing his lover's response had stilled his movements. "Just say it."

The remnants of a smile graced Kurapika's countenance again, surprised by Chrollo's declaration, but happy by the answer. He slowly stroked over the surface of the older man's cheeks, the act nearly mollifying, and let his lips brush against Chrollo's. "If that is the case, then take off the rest of your clothes before removing mine. I want no more barriers between us."

Chrollo wasn't astonished by how blunt Kurapika was. He should have expected it would be his lover's answer, but he was pleased in any regard. While it was fun teasing Kurapika, he wanted to take their dalliance a step further and was more than ready to feel each other in all their entirety.

Otherwise, if they lingered any longer, neither of them would get the satisfaction they both desired.

In the end, his only real goal was to make Kurapika feel good. Anything else that happened to him outside that was simply a bonus. Them having sex was just one of the many ways Chrollo wanted to express his love for Kurapika, but providing that he was taken care of first and in every way possible. Which even extended outside the boundaries of their sex life.

Though, it wasn't to say that he didn't want the same thing Kurapika was getting. At least, in the physical aspect. No matter what, his lover would always get put before himself, even when getting pleasured, but Chrollo wasn't about to neglect his own needs. Once Kurapika was satiated - both sexually and not - he would ensure the same thing for himself.

It was no different right now. Chrollo let the smirk on his face extend a little more, and decided to oblige his pretty Kurta lover. He raised up enough so that he could finish what Kurapika started and quickly divested his pants. The dark article pooled to the floor when Chrollo let go of it, and he followed the movement by tossing his boxers on top of it next. When his attention returned to Kurapika, the starved look he saw in those scarlet eyes was unmistakable. Kurapika appeared to be drinking in every aspect of him, and openly at that.

Even those lithe hands seemed to itch with the desire to touch him again as they explored every region of his body. It was evident that Kurapika wanted him just as much as he wanted Kurapika.

Yet, he wasn't about to stop as he had a request to fulfill. Chrollo then inclined to take hold of the shorts that were comfortably encircling Kurapika's slender waist. He worked at a leisurely pace while making his way towards the button that held it closed, but once his fingertips were over it, Chrollo was swift in getting it undone. The zipper's crinkling seemed to echo in his ears, but it wasn't long before the shorts were sitting on the pile atop his. Kurapika's boxers were next to follow suit.

He took a moment to observe his lover, and the edges of his grin expanded even more. Chrollo could see the eagerness in Kurapika's slight movements; the emotion of it was also in his eyes. If he made the younger man wait for even a second longer, Chrollo was sure it would put him in a foul mood, so he leaned in enough for Kurapika to hear him. "Raise yourself for me." He whispered and grasped the edges of his lover's shirt. Chrollo slid the silky, white garment up and over Kurapika's shoulders the moment his lover complied. He didn't bother to see if it had dropped where the rest of their clothes were, only that he discarded it hastily. Again, Chrollo took in the sight of Kurapika, the younger man utterly bare in all his glory. He still couldn't believe how exquisite his lover was. "Is that better?" Chrollo questioned, voice dripping with aridity, though he pushed his hips down against Kurapika's to emphasize his words.

The cold promptly hit his skin when Chrollo had entirely denuded him, which caused his body to become fully receptive. Kurapika trembled, but not in a way he found adverse. Despite the shiver that ran along his spine, the warmth from Chrollo's body had kept him from becoming too cold, and not only that, the fact they were now both exposed, he could feel his lover without any restrictions. Kurapika expelled a slow, drawn-out breath when the older man's hips crushed against his own. There was no mistaking that Chrollo was completely erect.

Kurapika watched as his lover's triumphant smirk nearly consumed his face, but Chrollo had done everything he asked, so in truth, he was the successful one.

Still, he indulged the older man. Chrollo was intransigent about the night being his and fulfilling his every wish. Because of that, and the fact that Chrollo was treating him so equally, he had no problem with letting the situation continue to play out. They were both getting what they wanted, but Chrollo was more than prepared to do anything he asked.

However, he wasn't about to let Chrollo have all the fun either. Kurapika let his arms wind around his lover's back as he drew Chrollo down to him. Their chests contacted, and Kurapika thought his breath was going to get knocked from his lungs again. Chrollo's muscles pressed against his, and he couldn't believe how firm they were. The man's skin was smooth like the surface of satin, pleasant to the touch, but when it was against his-

It made Kurapika lose all train of thought. Even Chrollo's eyes, so dark and stormy, seemed like they could devour him whole. Getting lost within them was easy. Instead, Kurapika's grip tightened, his fingertips finding purchase along the sinews of Chrollo's shoulders as his heartbeat became rapid. Kurapika burned with desire, want, and need. Containing it was nearly impossible. Even his primal instincts threatened to surface and assume control. Kurapika knew it was only a matter of time.

He couldn't remember when he had become so addicted and sexually driven, but it was an aspect he could not deny. Kurapika craved the man above him, the passion that flowed through him - through them both - was like an unstoppable, raging river. With every touch, each sweep of hands over bare skin, and kiss made, Kurapika resisted less and less. His mind was becoming intoxicated, full of Chrollo's presence, even his scent. The urge was so strong that all Kurapika wanted was to experience this with him.

Then again, he loved Chrollo. It was just one way of showing that to each other. Having intimacy in their relationship was as important as trust, support, and compassion.

Kurapika breathed out again. "Yes, it is." His grip tightened even more on Chrollo, and the force of it pulled his lover even closer to him. Kurapika could feel their hips coming firmly together again, and the sensation of the older man's cock pressing against his sent a shiver jolting through his body. A low, muffled groan rumbled in the back of his throat, which Chrollo surely heard. "But, don't keep me waiting for much longer." Kurapika rolled his hips upward to ensure that he got his point across.

Mirth crossed over Chrollo's visage as if his lover had been thoroughly entertained by the response he gave. Although his hips had immediately thrust up to grind against Chrollo's groin, the weight and the pleasure garnered from it tore another breathy moan from his lips. The contact alone had Kurapika wanting to fall back and let the older man ravage him as getting to feel Chrollo was all he wanted. Yet, rather than sounding like he was incessantly pleading, Kurapika tugged his lover down far enough to bite the lobe of his ear just above his earring.

It was gratifying to see Chrollo actually capitulate - if even in part - to the fires of passion and desire. The torridity that was flowing between only continued to grow as its influence weighed heavily on them. Kurapika growled and gave it a few tugs before letting go to aim for Chrollo's neck, desiderata fueling him.

Chrollo released a drawn-out breath, and Kurapika could hardly believe what he heard, though its sound was rewarding. Without hesitation, he bit down on an area just above the older man's pulse and suckled hard, the skin beneath his lips responding quickly. It didn't take long before a mark of his own began to form.

But Kurapika didn't stop. As the color of it continued to turn, and the hickey became more prominent, he bit down more while raking his teeth over Chrollo's skin to incite the change. He growled again, determined to earmark the other man as his, for Chrollo belonged to no one else but him. It was also the same for him as he was Chrollo's and Chrollo's alone.

When the mark was utterly visible on Chrollo's neck, Kurapika chose to pull away. There was a brief moment where his scarlet hues met his lover's dark ones, but seconds afterward, Kurapika leaned up to lick along the length of Chrollo's jaw, and only stopped when he reached the older man's perfect lips.

However, the interlude in Kurapika's activity was enough for Chrollo to take hold of his head as strong hands slid tenderly into those soft, golden locks. The gasp Kurapika released was melodious to his ears, and he used the distraction to ultimately push the younger man's legs apart. "Then I suppose I shouldn't drag this out any longer," Chrollo uttered and completed Kurapika's little play by licking along the blond's lips instead. "Nonetheless, I plan to make this night memorable for you, angel." Chrollo pulled back long enough to gaze at him once more, the sight of Kurapika's naked form instigating him further. "Gods, you're so beautiful." He added then darted forward to take those puckered lips again.

Heat rushed through him as it did before, and the intensity had Chrollo practically on the verge of losing all control. Kurapika rapidly kissed back, their mouths now in a fervent lock as neither of them could resist keeping their hands off each other. Chrollo absently carded through Kurapika's locks while his lover caressed over his back.

A few times, those nails raked over his flesh, though what pain Chrollo felt was nothing compared to the squalling sea of ecstasy that encompassed them both.

Quite some time had passed before they severed their ardent kiss, both of them heavily panting as they stared into each other's eyes. Kurapika struggled to retain air in his lungs, although he had let their lip lock go on for as long as possible. The darkness in the room and the flickering light from the candles played across Chrollo's chiseled features. Even the shadows they cast had added to the hauntingly gorgeous look it gave his lover.

Kurapika had stilled in his movements as the pads of his fingers held onto the planes of Chrollo's back. "I have to agree," he finally responded, voice unsteady, "otherwise, I would have found a reason to do something about it." Abruptly, Kurapika pulled roughly on the other man, his hands becoming ungodly tight. The motion put them only mere centimeters apart. "Though, I am quite eager to see what you have in store, my love." Kurapika purred, and he jerked his hips up against Chrollo's a second time.

The sudden contact elicited a deep, rumbling groan from Chrollo's chest, and he was unable to halt the tremble that raced through him. It was quite interesting to see Kurapika continuing to be assertive and determined as his sensuous lover kept things exciting.

Long before, Kurapika wouldn't have dreamed of being so genitive. Now the emotion swirling behind his lover's blazing scarlets showed the wild, passionate and voracious beast residing inside. "Really now?" Chrollo's lips peeled back and then thrust his cock along Kurapika's own. The friction sent a jolt through him, causing a breathless moan to escape, but the instinctual reaction from his lover as the younger man arched up against him made the outcome worthwhile. "And what exactly would you have done if I had decided not to speed things up a bit?" He questioned, his hips grinding against Kurapika's.

Shadows seemed to encompass the world as it began fading away. Another breath hitched in the back of Kurapika's throat when his lover crushed their hips together. Even as he tried to steady his rapidly palpitating heart, it was hard to focus on anything aside from the heat that continued to pool low in his groin. Chrollo's thick cock rubbing against his didn't help the craving he had, which also heightened his desperation and awareness.

There wasn't anything that didn't foment the increasing salacity rushing through him or the gripping passion holding on tight. What really mattered was the time spent with Chrollo and the love they shared.

Maybe he would have chided himself for getting so wrapped up in sexual deviance, but Kurapika wanted the night to be just as special. It had been a good while since they had the chance to spend time together, especially with always being on the move, so cutting loose for once didn't seem like a bad idea. Not to mention, he had been waiting for the perfect excuse for them to get some playtime in.

When Kurapika managed to regain his senses, he promptly grappled onto the middle of Chrollo's back, the weight of his arms ensuring that his lover was unable to move. Kurapika drew in deep, his lungs filling painfully with air as he continued to struggle with keeping his breath, then without any shred of warning, he bucked against Chrollo, which caused the man's cock to rub partially over his entrance instead.

The friction drew another groan out of him, but Kurapika could tell he wasn't the only one who had reacted vocally. "Truthfully," he began as he ground slowly along Chrollo's shaft, "I would have just bound you in my chains, and had my way. Getting me worked up, then leaving me deprived wouldn't have been the best solution." Kurapika jerked upward again, though more avidly than before, and the sensation it produced made his own cock swell painfully hard. "Besides, isn't this what you wanted? For us to make love?"

Chrollo watched the younger man below him intently, his eyes locked on those benumbing scarlets. Kurapika's erratic movements were something he hadn't quite expected, and yet it left him more than just surprised. He could feel his skin becoming sensitive while sweat bloomed along its surface, the constriction in his groin, reminding him of exactly how close he and Kurapika were. Even the blond's fingers pressed mercilessly into his back, and Chrollo could have sworn if his lover had exerted any more pressure, those nails would have bit directly into his flesh.

But it wasn't the primary aspect that drew his attention. While their bodies were almost entirely against one another, the fact that his cock had been forced to stroke over the cleft of Kurapika's ass had him practically incensed. It was as if his lover was just begging to be ravaged.

There was also Kurapika's answer. Chrollo raised an eyebrow, but he smirked at the younger man, realizing that his lover did have some unconstrained brass. So, Kurapika would have used those chains to make him comply if he had decided to continue dragging it out? The younger man certainly was impertinent.

And Chrollo liked that.

When he reached the lobe, Chrollo breathed over the shell right before going to whisper in it. "Oh?" He questioned, genuinely curious. So, Kurapika would have used those chains on him? The idea had once again intrigued Chrollo; only they wouldn't get used solely for capturing him. Instead, the thought of getting tied down to a bed made him eager. "Perhaps it's good that I decided otherwise." He purred and continued rubbing along Kurapika's ass, determined to make his lover utterly desperate and weak. "Though, you are not wrong, angel, as this is precisely what I've wanted." Chrollo moved away to plant a line of kisses along Kurapika's jaw before reclining back to grab the thin bottle of lube he had conveniently placed on the nightstand earlier.

Afterward, his attention returned to Kurapika, and his eyes lingered predatorily on that pale, luscious frame. How his lover laid there, exposed, vulnerable, and ready for plunder only made him more vehement. Chrollo popped the cap and poured a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto his fingers. Then, he smirked before slipping down to place the tip of his index against Kurapika's puckered hole. "Ready, babe?" He commented but didn't wait for the younger man to answer before pushing the digit carefully inside.

Kurapika hissed when the cold hit his flesh, and his back arched from the intrusion that immediately followed. A low, rumbling moan exited passed his slightly parted lips, and Kurapika latched onto the sheets as his fingers wound roughly within them. The sensation of pain hit hard, and his body shivered as a result, but it soon blended into absolute pleasure, and he was hardly able to contain the urge to just go wild.

Instinctively, Kurapika jerked up against Chrollo's hand as he attempted to drive that finger in deeper, his mind falling into an intoxicated haze. All thought process evaporated from his mind as all Kurapika could focus on was his growing want and need as the call for copulation still reigned strong. Every word he had planned to speak had died quickly in his throat.

The reaction made Chrollo excited, and he proceeded to gently insert a second finger. Kurapika looked so precious and lambent with those golden locks fanned about his head as the younger man bucked vehemently to his ministrations. It was hard, oh so hard to resist rushing anything, but Chrollo took his time as he scissored Kurapika while preparing him, the angel who had fallen so far, and for a demon, withering by the second to his every touch.

A third finger soon followed, and Chrollo couldn't help but feel gratified by how amazing Kurapika was. Those hips thrust against his hand again, the sheer fervency behind his lover's movements professed just how much Kurapika hungered for him. The notion made him more willing to appease the younger man, and he pushed all the way in before steadily caressing along those constrictive walls.

It was right then Kurapika thought he was going to lose it all. Every part of him twinged as if his body was extremely receptive, and the pressure that was mounting low in his groin made him yearn for more.

Controlling his animalistic side, was virtually nonexistent, especially once Chrollo's fingers began to slip in and out of him. All comprehension, rationale, and willpower ebbed away while leaving behind nothing but sheer, unbridled desire. His hands wound tighter within the sheets, the ferocity in his movements fully responsive to Chrollo's actions, and Kurapika gasped when his lover's fingers went practically abyssal. The sensation caused him to jerk violently against that probing hand while also trying to force Chrollo inside even more.

Kurapika struggled to breathe, his chest tight as the pace of his rapidly beating heart made it seem like it could burst from his rib cage at any moment. He moaned out again when Chrollo pushed back into him while twisting those fingers, the erotic feeling making his body tingle uncontrollably.

Another surge of electrical impulses flowed through him as Chrollo managed to nearly hit a particularly sensitive spot, and it caused him to lurch up against the older man riotously. "Please," Kurapika said, his voice raspy, "don't stop. Keep going. I want… More…" His last words came out as a breathless moan, disjointed, and virtually incoherent.

Or, not quite. Chrollo's lips spread across his face and into a sly grin when Kurapika's words reached his ear. The younger man was practically caught up in the throes of pure ecstasy, and watching him slowly come undone left Chrollo thoroughly aroused. Kurapika really looked heavenly when turned into a blithering mess. It made his lover appear even more irresistible. "Oh?" Chrollo purred, and he bent down to close the gap between him and Kurapika. "You want me to go even further then, babe?" He added and proceeded to thrust his fingers in as far as Kurapika's body would allow. "Because I will if that is what you prefer."

Wave after wave shot through Kurapika as Chrollo burrowed into him, and the tips of his lover's fingers came dangerously close to contacting his sweet spot each time. Kurapika's head fell indolently to the side, his strength and vitality betraying him as he lost all control and became subject to Chrollo's every whim. His lover lit the fires of ardor within him, and all Kurapika could think about was experiencing this moment with him.

Surrendering was easy; abdicating to his emotions was even easier. Kurapika drew in sharply as the pang caused his lungs to ache, and yet, he liked the feel of pain coalesced with the pleasure. "Yes," he responded airly and managed to lock eyes with Chrollo's, "I want to feel you. All of you." Kurapika rolled his hips against his lover's hand to show how much he wanted the older man.

Which made Chrollo hum as a result. He gently slipped his hand from inside Kurapika, then reached for the bottle of lube a second time, and dispensed the liquid onto his fingers again. Using the new application, Chrollo spread it over the entire length of his shaft, before rubbing more of it over his lover's entrance. He cast the bottle aside and lowered while positioning himself so that the tip of his cock pressed against Kurapika's awaiting hole.

Their eyes locked again, and Chrollo stilled while staring down into those burning, lust-filled eyes. "Then your wish is my command." He uttered and pushed back into Kurapika slowly, the head of his erection forcing its way past that tight ring and into his lover's accepting warmth. "Better?" Chrollo supplied, and leaned in to kiss tenderly along the younger man's jaw while allowing him to get accustomed to the intrusion.

It didn't take long for Kurapika's brain to catch up once Chrollo penetrated him as his mind virtually exploded afterward. The sensation that rushed through him, and how his body convulsed from his lover's girth alone left him speechless. Kurapika wrapped his legs around Chrollo's waist, so his lover had better access to go in deeper. "Much," Kurapika uttered quietly.

When his lover's soft lips contacted the skin along his chin, Kurapika broke visual contact with him as scarlet hues became obscured behind a black veil.

The long, drawn-out sigh which escaped Kurapika's lips clearly indicated that was exactly what his sweet lover had wanted. Following the younger man's affirmation, Chrollo pushed fully into his tight body and began to move slowly, the gap between them almost nil. His hands once again found their way amid Kurapika's golden locks, and he began carding through it gingerly, the strands still smooth and silky as ever.

He kept a measured, steady pace, but moved his hips just enough so Kurapika could feel him. Although Chrollo found it difficult to prevent himself from going faster with how hot and snug his lover was around him, the notion of drawing it out and taking their time kept him from doing so. Instead, Chrollo kissed his way to Kurapika's lips, the surface of his brushing those rosy ones. When Kurapika opened his eyes long enough to look at him was the very instant when his heart seized in his chest. The angel before him was everything. "You truly are beautiful. More beautiful than anything this world has to offer," Chrollo muttered against Kurapika's skin, then entirely took those mounds with his own.

Reality seared away once again as nothing else remained but Chrollo, and the rapture he felt. Kurapika clenched his legs even more around his lover, the momentum of the older man's hips invoking a change in his own pace. Lithe hips collided with Chrollo's as his determination to keep up was unyielding and strong.

Before he could even utter a reply, the older man captured his lips in a fervid kiss, the skin around them soft, but heated. Kurapika succumbed quickly and accepted it without hesitation. He kissed back with equal intensity, their mouths working against one another without purpose or care, and only to taste one another as their tongues soon became entangled. The sound of rumbling vibrated deep in Kurapika's throat, although it was muffled against their lock, yet, it didn't stop him as the kiss was eventually aggrandized.

Kurapika's hands disentangled from the sheets and, once again, found purchase on Chrollo's naked back. He almost didn't realize that his fingers were roughly digging into the area as his nails had nearly broken his lover's skin. The older man growled into his mouth, but Kurapika took the reaction as a cue that he had enjoyed the outcome. Still, Chrollo kept the rhythm slow, those firm hips rocking in time with his own.

It was different from all their previous times, and the change of pace was nice. Kurapika readily savored the tender, but passionate lovemaking, noting how sweet and caring his lover was acting regardless of his own rough and abrasive responses.

The notion made Kurapika loosen his grip slightly as he kept focusing on their kiss, the one thing which flooded his mind aside from the scents of their heightened amatory, was Chrollo's taste as it pervaded his senses. Wine, along with a hint of seafood, washed over his tongue, and Kurapika lapped at it hungrily. Unfortunately, it wasn't as potent, but when mingled with his lover's own unique flavor just added to the piquancy it had.

Before Kurapika knew it, Chrollo had severed the kiss again. Those startling greys bored into his own as nothing aside from love and adoration burned deep within them. "And you're more empyrean than even heaven itself," Kurapika finally spoke once he was able to regain his senses. "You're the darkness to my light, Chrollo." He continued, the tempo of their hips never stopping. "And a demon whose eyes have captured my very soul." Kurapika breathed out after finishing his words, and the expression that crossed over his lover's visage spoke of sheer exultation.

Only seconds went by, and Chrollo darted forward to retake Kurapika's mouth. It was no less fleeting, and he then broke off to trail his lips down over his lover's neck before reaching a tender spot just above his collar bone. Chrollo paused momentarily, his breath dancing over Kurapika's flesh. "I never thought I would hear you speak of me that way," he commented sensually, and his tongue lapped over the area, "but it makes me pleased to know you think like that." Ceasing his speech, Chrollo bit down, then gave Kurapika another ample thrust with his hips, the momentum sending him deeper into his alluring lover.

Which earned him another vocal cry from Kurapika's pretty lips. They sat agape, puckered and bruised from their recent kiss, but appeared no less sumptuous. Even his positioning, the way Kurapika laid against the bed, eyes flashing with want and need behind those bright crimson hues, to how his lover's chest rose and fell with each labored breath, Kurapika was the epitome of natural excellence. There wasn't anything that didn't make the younger man superlative in his own right.

His lover was a practical deity, an ethereal being descendant from the kingdom above. With creamy white skin that was like porcelain and tresses so fair, it seemed as if there was a perpetual halo surrounding his head.

Everything about Kurapika was nothing short of pristine. Despite his effeminate appearance, Chrollo had always known that he was attracted to Kurapika. From the first time he had laid eyes on the younger man back in Yorknew, to when they met again in Ti'alma, that captivation had never ceased.

Now, as he gazed down at the most exquisite creature to exist, that still hadn't changed. Kurapika was his, and he never wanted to let go. Chrollo bit down a little more, the skin beneath his lips turning color as he sucked hard on it as Kurapika's panting was the catalyst that kept him going.

There was no stopping the influx of shivers that wavered through him, but also through Kurapika. His lover's body repeatedly trembled, mainly when he decided to mark Kurapika a second time. The younger man's hips started bucking a little more rashly against his, the partially erratic movements telling him that Kurapika's barriers were gradually beginning to crumble.

Satisfied with the new blemish forming on Kurapika's skin, Chrollo let go, but only to lick over his handiwork before allowing his mouth to explore what of his lover that he could. The taste of him was something that Chrollo could never seem to get enough of.

He could feel Kurapika's grip on him tighten again, those nails reflexively threatening to dig into his flesh, but his lover somehow managed to retain a semblance of control. Those legs squeezed his waist, and the pull of them forced him deeper still. Chrollo ignored the slight pain he felt and focused on bringing Kurapika gradually toward his apex. While he wanted to draw their union out for as long as possible, there was no mistaking that Kurapika was rising closer to completion.

Though, he was confident that his lover was purposely holding back. Kurapika was desperate to make their time last; it was evident in just the way he reacted. Chrollo flicked his tongue over the younger man's throat, and the moan that followed made him harder than ever before.

"Well... then you would be pleased to know," Kurapika abruptly spoke, though his voice was heady, "that I enjoy spending time… like this with you." He arched when Chrollo's tongue ambled lazily over his heated flesh, and he tossed his hips up to meet his lover's. The sensation of getting filled, primarily when Chrollo thrust profoundly against him, contributed to the strong urges he had to continue.

Yet, Kurapika let himself succumb to the squalling sea as it was slowly dragging him under. All his emotions were like a fierce tempest, chaotic and unrestrained, and Kurapika heard the faint calling of paradise. It echoed, perceptually beckoning, and resisting was nearly impossible.

Sooner or later, however, they would reach their apex once they were fully satisfied. Kurapika maintained his pace as each thrust made was in tandem to Chrollo's own, though, it didn't stop him from attempting to force his lover to make contact with his prostate. Each time Chrollo got close, Kurapika expelled a breath.

The older man's cock already felt good inside him, as there was no denying that Chrollo was big, but Kurapika wanted so much more. Despite that his own cock swelled painfully from neglect, he just wanted Chrollo to caress him. Between the older man's tongue traversing his skin, and the steady gyrating of those hips, Kurapika was losing all sense of connectivity.

Maintaining any lucidness or recognition became increasingly difficult, especially the longer their unanimity remained. Chrollo had automatically sped up his momentum as his lover's hips had contacted his own more roughly than before, but Kurapika quickly matched him.

It was amazing just how enervated he had become, and that Chrollo retained such a powerful hold on him only added to that fact. While Kurapika knew there was no inequality or boundaries between them, there were points where he wanted to completely give in, to cave and let Chrollo show him just how far he would go. Of course, that wasn't prevalent in every circumstance, as Kurapika delighted in the moments where he retained absolute control. Now was just different, and he merely wanted Chrollo to show him what skill and mastery he had in providing sole pleasure, especially during sex.

Kurapika gave his lover's waist another squeeze when the man's warm breath dusted over his throat, the touch of those lips along with Chrollo's hands stroking through his hair made him convulse wildly. He felt the beating of his heart grow expeditiously as his chest tightened, but from how close Chrollo was, he could sense that his lover's own heart was just as frenzied.

Both of them seemed to beat in near unison, foretelling Kurapika that not only was he slowly beginning to ascend, but so was Chrollo. It would only be a matter of time before both of them would crumble and reach their apex. Kurapika knew his own walls were falling apart.

Even Chrollo seemed to realize that, the older man pausing long enough to respond to his vulgar statement. "It surprises me to hear you admit that," he hummed and nipped the soft flesh at the base of Kurapika's throat, "but nonetheless, it's satisfying to know how you feel." Chrollo licked over the area before deciding to trail up to Kurapika's chin, where he bit down once again. "Let me show you exactly how far I will take you."

Without hesitation, Chrollo released his lover's flesh and leaned in to seize those ample mounds for the umpteenth time. Immediately, he deepened the kiss as his tongue shoved its way inside while seeking out Kurapika's and tangling with it. Gradually, he upped the pace, the tempo of their movements increasing, which caused Kurapika to mirror him. It was amazing just how resolute his lover had been, but it was no less appealing.

Some time had passed before either of them had begun losing the ability to hold back their rise to completion, the herald of their apex upon them. Chrollo thrust down hard against Kurapika after breaking away so he could lift his lover up just enough to drive in deeper, but this time using the momentum to caress over the younger man's prostate.

The sudden contact made Kurapika buckle, and he arched up against Chrollo vehemently. Every nerve twinged as the impulses racing through him added to the tension mounting in his groin. The pressure made his cock throb, and Kurapika endeavored to make it rub over Chrollo's abdominal muscles when the older man pressed in close. Just the friction alone invoked a low groan to emanate from the back of his throat.

Kurapika's brazen attempt drew notice, and Chrollo answered it by delivering another hard thrust to graze over his prostate again.

He then reached down between them and took hold of Kurapika's agonizing cock. Chrollo firmly gripped the shaft and began pumping it nearly in unison with his thrusts as each one sent the tip of his own cock over Kurapika's spot. Between the tightness of his lover's body and rippling walls, along with the contact of their skin against one another, had made him instantly shiver.

Chrollo could tell it was exactly the same for Kurapika.

A near, guttural cry slipped into the air when he felt sturdy fingers take hold of him, and the undulating caress of Chrollo's cock over his receptive prostate. Kurapika's entire frame became oversensitized; even his skin tingled as sweat bloomed and rolled down its surface. His mind fogged over entirely as the intoxication of their lovemaking left Kurapika virtually blinded and unable to do anything other than allow himself to reach the edge and fully embrace his culmination.

As he maintained rhythm with Chrollo, Kurapika jerked forcefully against the older man's hand, the act causing more friction to occur as his lover stroked him. "Fuck, don't stop!" Kurapika commanded, desperate now to finally reach completion.

Hearing his lover's demand didn't prevent Chrollo from deciding to up the ante. Not only was he virtually close to getting thrust over the edge himself, but seeing Kurapika readily falling apart while coming undone at the seams was enough for him to give his lover what he wanted.

Gradually, Chrollo increased his stroking while his thrusts started becoming rough and erratic. He gripped even harder on Kurapika's shaft as his thumb caressed the head every time he neared the top. "I promise I won't," Chrollo murmured softly. "At least, not until you cum for me." He added, and a faint smirk graced his lips.

Kurapika was almost unable to process anything Chrollo said. But when his lover stated there would be no stopping until he climaxed, he realized just how utterly close he actually was. Even before he realized it, Kurapika could sense his body tensing up, the fervor of Chrollo's ministrations ensuring there would be no turning back.

It happened when his lover's cock made contact with his prostate while those fingers caressed the length of his shaft at a near-perfect, but rapid pace.

The commingling of emotions that raged through him and the sheer weight of ecstasy alone was enough to thrust him over the edge. Kurapika bucked up against Chrollo's hand tempestuously before plunging down onto the older man's cock, further impaling himself on it and causing the tip to grace his prostate one last time.

"I'm… I'm going to…" Kurapika uttered, then tossed his head back and groaned out his lover's name while finally ascending into paradise.

His world began spinning as molten heat burned through his very being. Kurapika felt his muscles constrict before releasing as everything expelled forth, which caused thick ropes of his essence to spill copiously over Chrollo's hand.

And like a chain reaction, the sound of Kurapika's voice proclaiming his name along with the feel of his lover's final rise to Nirvana as thick fluid coated his skin, Chrollo was unable to hold back any longer. He gave one last thrust, feral and untamed, as he buried himself as deep within Kurapika as he could. The walls surrounding his cock flexed and rippled, the sensation beyond compare, and was the inevitable end.

Chrollo latched onto the younger man's shoulders as he soon released, and the blazing feel of his orgasm made him sigh, the syllables of Kurapika's name spilling from his lips along with it. The sheer bliss that followed made him feel elated like he was on cloud nine, and there was no better person to experience that with than Kurapika.

When the last vestiges of his stamina and vitality faded away, Kurapika twitched as he completed his ascension. "I… love you… so much." He muttered before collapsing to the bed, tired and spent. Kurapika's still vibrant scarlets found Chrollo, his gorgeous lover, who was looking just as haggard.

Tanned lips curled into a faint smile, and Chrollo expelled a pent up breath as he rode out the remainder of his orgasm. "I love you… too." He responded in a raspy voice. When the last of his seed was injected into Kurapika, he too, let go and crumbled on top of the younger man, chest heaving while trying to catch his breath. Chrollo then carefully brought his right hand to his mouth so he could slowly, but decisively, clean away Kurapika's mess. The taste of his lover was still as good as ever. Afterward, he embraced Kurapika before pulling him close and kissed the top of his blond mop. "Did you enjoy that?" Chrollo finally asked after a few moments of coming down from his high.

It took a few minutes to parse what Chrollo had said as Kurapika's mind was still too intoxicated to understand. But once the remnants of their lovemaking started to etiolate, he realized that his lover had pulled him against that firm body. He was vaguely aware of the connection they still shared, but Kurapika didn't mind and nuzzled against Chrollo's chest. "Yes, I did." He responded, the warmth of the older man's body relaxing him. "It was better than expected, actually."

The smile on Chrollo's face broadened at his lover's response, which to a fault, made him gloat. Anytime he was successful in pleasing Kurapika was an achievement. It professed that no one could make the younger man happy as he did. "I see," Chrollo hummed, and one of his hands slipped back into Kurapika's hair. "Then, I accomplished my goal." He combed through those soft locks, the strands falling easily around his fingers.

Kurapika snorted, but merely let himself relax. The soothing beat of Chrollo's heart and those protective arms around him was enough to be placating. "That may be so," Kurapika muttered against Chrollo's chest, "but don't let yourself get a swelled head over it." He added and began idly tracing the outline of the older man's spider tattoo.

"How can I when there is no one who can take care of you the way I do?" Chrollo chuckled, and he buried his nose against Kurapika's crown. "Besides, I know exactly what you want, babe. Makes everything so much easier." The feeling of Kurapika's fingers trailing over his tattoo caught his attention and considering his lover's preoccupation with it made him wonder if he was still anxious about getting his own.

Whatever the case was, he knew it was only a matter of time before that would happen. Regardless of Kurapika's current predicament and demeanor, he would become one of them, a spider, part of the Genei Ryodan. Ultimately, it was Kurapika's only goal other than reclaiming the eyes and laying his clan to rest.

The ideals Kurapika had were honorable and was something that Chrollo respected. He hummed again and gently pulled the blankets up over their naked bodies.

Again, Kurapika was unable to keep from huffing at his lover's presumptuous response. No matter the outcome of any given situation, when it came down to his condition and how Chrollo's influence affected him, it seemed to make the older man feel gratified. Kurapika shook his head, but perhaps, there was some truth to what Chrollo said.

He sighed and twined his legs with Chrollo's. "While that may be so, you still shouldn't get ahead of yourself," Kurapika retorted, and he playfully popped Chrollo on the bicep. "The results may be something you least expect." He added before licking a path across his lover's pectoral.

"I'll keep that in mind," Chrollo commented with a sigh. Kurapika was not only intransigent but persuasive. His lofty tone practically confirmed it. "However, for now, we should get some sleep." Changing the subject wasn't his ideal choice, but Chrollo knew they were both exhausted after their recent activity, and they had a long morning ahead. "There is much for us to do before we travel back to the Mimbo content and begin making our way to the village of Fallyne." He then made sure the covers were sufficiently over them before closing his eyes.

Silence had descended between them as Kurapika found no reason to argue Chrollo's point even though the older man had diverted their conversation. He groaned but said nothing to counteract his lover. Instead, Kurapika simply nodded in agreement. There was no need to ruin such a perfect moment anyway. "Alright, I can agree with that." He confirmed and found a comfortable niche against Chrollo. Sleeping in the man's arms had always been something he readily enjoyed.

Kurapika's lack of militancy appeased Chrollo, and his arms tightened around the younger man. At times, his lover had a tendency to remain steadfast, but there were points where Kurapika relented when there was no further point to create dissension. Gradually, his lover's breathing had evened out until he was fast asleep. Amid the dim light in the room, Kurapika looked exactly like an angel.

With the room now completely silent, the lull drew him as well. From the sound of Kurapika's light snoring and the warmth of his body to the relaxing atmosphere that followed, Chrollo too fell to the grips of slumber.

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After Thoughts: So, I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. Of course, it may be considered a bit of a filler, but each side trip our boys make, in any regard, is vital to the chapter's plotline. This one truthfully is no exception. As the porn chapters are definitely getting spaced out (and quite heavily), each one, including travel chapters, is still connective to the storyline, so all of them are still important. They also are meant to show how the relationship between Chrollo and Kurapika is ever-changing, but for the better. And besides, who doesn't want a little goodness amidst the drama? Right? Especially when Kurapika's birthday is involved no less. ;)

From here, our boys will continue their search for the Scarlet Eyes as things begin to heat up, and as something they least expect comes their way.

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