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"...Chrollo, how long have we been together?"
"Two glorious years," Chrollo announced with relish. "Well, approximately, you'd have to ask Feitan if you wanted an accurate count--"
"I don't WANT to ask Feitan anything, I'd prefer not to engage with your... associates any more than I strictly have to."
"Oh that's cold, Kurapika, brrrrr."
"Anyway," Kurapika forcefully steered the conversation back to the original topic, "you've tried to beg me to wear all kinds of bizarre outfits for the entire duration of our relationship--"
"Now beg is a rather unflattering term, I prefer coaxing. Cajoling? Enticing, now there's a better word."
"--And I have to say," Kurapika barreled on, pointedly ignoring Chrollo, "that this tops them all in peculiarity."
"Really? Not the Alice in Wonderland costume? Or the latex catsuit with the tail plug? Or that fetching little fairy princess dress?"
"Why," Kurapika grumbled under his breath, "are you so anxious to see me in women's clothing?"
"I think this is rather vanilla, if you ask me."
"Well, I didn't. Ask you if it's vanilla, I mean," the blond amended. "I'm telling you it's pretty much the opposite of that."
Chrollo was eagerly brandishing yet another 'sexy' cosplay, but this one took the cake. In his hands was a cloth mermaid tail, shimmering with iridescent seafoam green and pearl white sequins. It terminated in a wide fin made of sparkling opalescent gauze, tapering to delicate frilled points.
A nondescript shopping bag sat at Chrollo's feet, bulging with what looked like a voluminous pastel blue wig. And...good lord, was that a seashell bra? Kurapika briefly entertained the notion of using it to choke the living daylights out of Chrollo before dismissing the thought. His boyfriend would like it too much.
"A mermaid costume?" Chrollo feigned shock. Or maybe he really was shocked; he tended to have blinders on about what other people thought about certain topics. He was a rather broad-minded individual who usually lived in his own thoughts. Chrollo was so passionate about sharing his... hobby with his boyfriend, and it was hard not to respond to that enthusiasm at times. But with that being said…
Chrollo had a list of fantasies a mile long, and Kurapika wondered if they'd even scratched the surface. Maybe this wasn't the oddest thing Chrollo was into? He mentally sighed, accepting the tail as his boyfriend handed it over. The blond blinked as he turned it over in his hands. It looked simple enough; you just had to slide into it like a sleeping bag. But the tail looked tight enough to prohibit him from walking.
Kurapika eyed it distrustfully. "What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Oh, you know." Chrollo made vague hand gestures. "Lounge around in it. Maybe by the side of the pool? Just look mysterious, ethereal, yet curious. You're on the land for the first time, seeing all the sights of this strange new world. There's birds, and bees,” (here Kurapika cleared his throat menacingly) “and all kinds of little four-legged creatures, when you suddenly see stunning two-legged beings. They're from legends of old, something you thought you'd never see: human men. You wonder how they could possibly differ from the mermen in your underwater home, and bursting with lustful curiosity, you unleash your siren song to lure in the handsomest, most virile specimen you see for your eager examination--"
"Aaaaand we're done here," Kurapika announced, throwing the costume across the room.
The brunet scrambled to collect the mermaid tail, shaking it out to remove any dirt or dust that it might have picked up from the floor. Carefully folding it, he brought it back to where Kurapika stood. "Do you...really dislike this?" Chrollo asked quietly as he placed it on top of the bag holding the rest of the costume pieces.
Kurapika opened and closed his mouth as he briefly considered how to respond. With a sigh, he shook his head.
"It's not that I don't enjoy being intimate with you in these scenarios, nor do I wholly dislike roleplaying. I just...I like it best when we're just Chrollo and Kurapika. Not a cat burglar and a security guard, not an idol and a groupie, just...two young men in love. I like making love to you."
Chrollo blushed. For all of his worldly attitude and unrepentant perversions, he could be surprisingly sentimental and innocent. "I like that, too," he confessed. "I'm sorry that we don't do that enough. I'm just...so happy that this is something that I can share with you, and I suppose I got carried away."
At Kurapika's nod of recognition, Chrollo seemed to relax a little, but then he visibly hesitated. "But can we still...?" He trailed off, looking somewhat nervous. "I mean, you said you don't dislike it entirely...but..."
"That's fine," Kurapika agreed. "Let's just...balance it out more?" He received a warm, genuine smile and nod in return from Chrollo. Kurapika could feel a silly smile spread across his own face in return, and he leaned forward to tug Chrollo down into a kiss. No matter how much time had gone by, no matter what scenario they were in, Chrollo's kisses were as still sweet and warming as their very first kiss.
When they broke apart, they stayed holding each other for a while, looking into each other's eyes. God, he loved this man, Kurapika thought. As horny and as weird as Chrollo could be, he loved him. Even when he was driving him up the wall.
"Okay, I'll wear the mermaid costume for you," Kurapika sighed. He felt a little smile quirk at his lips when Chrollo perked up. "But not the bra," the blond stated firmly.
Chrollo hummed thoughtfully. "I'm fine with that. And on second thought, it works so much better that way," he cheerfully agreed. "It's much easier to get to your cute little--"
Kurapika yanked the mermaid tail over Chrollo's head and stomped away.
Yes, even when Chrollo was driving him up the wall.