Shell and Spine
By SMYGO4EVA
"What's the matter, had enough?" Kurapika spat out, his reddened hands balled into fists, his eyes burning. The room was empty except for him, and the Spider.
Chrollo said nothing at first, blood trickling down the side of his mouth, but then his eyes met Kurapika's.
Then he smirked, sharp as a knife, even as he knelt before the chain-user.
"Not quite. The others will be here for me soon, but by all means, take as much time as you need. You won't stop until I'm dead, isn't that right?" Chrollo spoke, his voice soft and raspy.
Kurapika's heart thudded, eyes narrowed. He wasn't going to back down, all this was a mere game to him, and even with the possibility he could get away. He knew he could push the leader of the Spiders to his breaking point if he wanted.
Teeth grit, Kurapika knelt down, his mouth a grim line, and sat down between the other man's spread legs. He reached out and placed a hand on Chrollo's chest. The Spider didn't flinch, even as his hand dragged down, down, and then slowed, down to the front of his pants.
"You're right, I won't stop," he replied, coldly, his stomach churning as his hand grabbed a hold of Chrollo's crotch. "But now isn't the time to kill you, I have other ways to make you break."
Chrollo's breath hitched, but he kept smiling, showing teeth this time. "And here I thought you played fair, chain-user." He replied with an amused laugh.
Kurapika only gripped Chrollo tighter, seeing red. "Shut up."
Chrollo could only bite back a moan, his head falling back as Kurapika moved his hand up and down his crotch, at an almost hurried pace.
Kurapika couldn't help but shiver, the disgust he felt dissipating into curiosity, a curiosity he thought he wasn't capable of. He kept his ministrations on the Spider's hardening member, practically jerking him off, as he climbed on top of the other man and straddled him.
Make it stop
Make it stop
Make it stop
Kurapika moved closer, and then pressed his mouth onto Chrollo's, so very rough and unforgiving. His body quaked in anger, but he carried out what he had to do, and he didn't stop.
The Spider welcomed his enemy's actions; he himself did not stop their bodies and how they moved together. He got caught up in such ecstasy etched in hatred, and he did not stop.