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When he heard knocking at the door, he knew immediately who it was. He didn't need to question it. There was only one person that could knock at the door of his stolen apartment at 3 am.
Chrollo got out of his bed, shirtless, only wearing his underwear, and walked to the door. He didn't care to be presentable, after all, he had seen it all and if he was here, it was obviously to see more.
He opened the door and looked at a shaking Kurapika with sympathy. His blonde hair was cascading over his doll face, doing a great job at hiding it. His clothes were all black. Black jacket, black shirt, black pants and oh red shoes. Nice touch to the dark style.
"Hey." He greeted the blonde boy and stepped aside to let him in.
Kurapika whispered a simple "hi" as he walked past the older man. His hands shoved into his pockets and eyeing the floor. He was somehow still shaking, after all, it was the middle of winter, and he wasn't dressed adequately but of course knowing Kurapika, the blonde didn't give a shit. Chrollo followed him inside, closing the door behind him. He knew how it always went.
Kurapika visited only because he needed him. They would drink, fuck, then smoke and the blonde would leave like it never happened. And they never address it, they don't need to, that's the nature of their relationship. They're nothing to each other, they're not friends, they're not lovers, enemies? It felt wrong to say that. They were just here when they needed each other and that was it.
It wasn’t a matter of desire. It was a need.
But they were still in each other's way.
Kurapika was still after the eyes and Chrollo, well, Chrollo was a lost soul that one day took the wrong path and never cared to try and find the right one. That was who he was, why would he need to seek another path? He only cared about himself and finding a useless new toy to have fun with until he got bored and threw it away. That was his true nature.
And Kurapika, he was a deranged soul, scarred by cruel intentions. Only existing to avenge his loved ones. Every breath he took was for them. He wasn't alive, he was surviving, everyday only to serve one goal.
Chrollo was wondering how he would react once he would have everything he wanted. Will he kill himself?
Chrollo didn't want to think about this as he walked to the kitchen and took out two fresh beers out of the fridge and placed them on the table.
"Cheers." He said, holding a bottle that he opened previously before sipping it.
Kurapika was clenching his fist around his own bottle and emptied it in one gulp.
Chrollo took his time to observe his soft features, Kurapika looked like a masterpiece. Even if his hair were not as perfect as they appeared. It looked like he hadn't brushed them in days. And his eyes were devoid of emotions, had huge dark circles under them and his lips were very chapped and bleeding. To chrollo he looked like the prettiest work of art.
He just needed to take more care of himself but that was very ironic coming from him. Like he was an example to follow.
They never talk when they drink. They don’t need to. We already settled this, they weren’t friends and all of this was just a parade. Their own way of swindling their mind, making themselves feel better about fucking with the enemy. As if a single bottle of beer could ever make them drunk, pathetic.
Kurapika slammed his bottle of beer on the counter before pushing himself off the chair and started removing his shirt. Chrollo followed him, abandoning his half full beer, to his room.
Kurapika grabbed Chrollo’s wrist and pushed him on the bed. Not wasting a second before chaining him.
"Don't fucking move."
How ironic of Kurapika to tell him not to move as if the chain allowed him in the first place. But Chrollo knew that was just Kurapika’s way to assert dominance and reassure himself that he was indeed in control.
Chrollo watched Kurapika’s lean figure as the boy was removing the last piece of article. Giving him a show, exposing his beautiful breast and cute tummy and perfect pussy and creamy hips?
He warned as he got rid of the last of his clothing before straddling the older man. He fisted Chrollo's dick like that was just an object. Pumping it carelessly only to get it hard enough. There was no notion of love making or tenderness. It was just sex, only an animalistic act to the both of them.
Chrollo got hard easily, being pinned by the prettiest human in the world could only do this to him. He was staring at the pretty sight even if Kurapika wasn't looking back and was only using his body as an object to satisfy his own desires. Chrollo liked it that way.
When Kurapika was ready, he started fingering himself. Barely moaning, only panting a little and Chrollo felt precum leak already. Upon noticing it, Kurapika scoffed harshly.
"You're getting off to that you disgusting shit"
Kurapika’s words felt like venom and Chrollo was drunk on it. Chrollo loved how cruel Kurapika was to him, he could only love it after all it couldn't have been any different. Kurapika will never show him tenderness and he was okay with it.
He nodded with a smug expression and Kurapika slapped his face hard. Chrollo grunted, oh his dear was so perfect. Then Kurapika pressed himself onto Chrollo and began thrusting harshly onto Chrollo's dick.
He didn't care to wait nor did Chrollo. They were only here for one thing, they didn't need the useless preparation and sweet talking.
Kurapika fucked himself hard onto Chrollo. Breathing heavily but never moaning. No they did moaning, moaning was for the lovers, the one that showed each other's their most intimate face. Their most vulnerable state and that far from their cases.
They weren't ever showing weakness or vulnerability, they only used each other to get off. There was nothing to dig in there.
Chrollo still admired the beautiful body pouncing onto him. How Kurapika's small titties were bouncing a little at the thrusting and how he arched unvoluntary. Biting his lip to prevent himself from making noises. Noises Chrollo didn't deserve to hear.
Chrollo couldn't do much but watch the pretty boy fuck himself until his eyes turned hazy and he let out a small gasp before releasing onto Chrollo's dick.
The older man came to the sight. Looking how beautiful Kurapika looked.
He was the beautiful masterpiece he loved the most and wished he owned but that would never be his.
Their sexual encounter was the less intimate thing they could do. There was nothing intimate about it, only animalistic urges.
Kurapika removed himself as fast as he got on the dick and got down to put his jacket back on as well as his pantie and opened the window to step on the small balcony.
He unchained Chrollo who finally began to move and cleaned his dick with a tissue before putting on his underwear and pants. He got his cigarettes box, his lighter and joined the blonde boy.
He hand Kurapika a cig which he took and placed in between his petite lips. Chrollo repeated the same gesture before cupping his hand around it to light it and pressing his lit cig to Kurapika's which made it burn as well.
This was how it always went.
They didn't care about each other, they just needed to relax. And they found comfort in the person they despised the most.
How ironic was it. Kurapika smoking on Chrollo's balcony after he gave him the orgasm of his life. Cell Phone shoved deep into his pocket, turned off, unreachable from his dear friends who never knew where he was and with whom.
And in these moments, Chrollo felt closer to Kurapika than his so called friends were. He got to see a face his friends had yet to accept. A scarred Kurapika who turned to anger and revenge to survive and only lived for it. Selfish and self centered darling who only wanted to reach his goal and didn't care about whoever stood in the way. Merciless and cruel who could kill even the most gentle soul just to get what he wanted.
He and Chrollo weren't that different in a way and maybe that was what connected them.
Chrollo took another inhale of the destructive smoke before exhaling into the dead of the night. Kurapika's presence felt right in that moment. He wished things had been different but maybe in another life they were doing better and learning how to decipher each other in a gentle way. But not here. That was who they were to each other. Once they were done. Kurapika crushed his cig on the Ashtray and went back inside. Grabbing the rest of his belongings. But tonight, Chrollo felt like dancing a little. So he grabbed the small wrist and turned him around.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Kurapika's voice was raspy and drained. Chrollo slid his hand over Kurapika's much smaller one and entwined them.
"Shall we dance?"
Kurapika sighed and looked up at Chrollo and let him grab his waist.
"Are we really going to dance without music?"
Chrollo nodded "We don't need music to dance."
Kurapika let himself be held gently by Chrollo, far too gently. This was going against the nature of their relationship.
They didn't need gentleness or tenderness, this wasn't them. Kurapika involuntarily flinched when felt Chrollo's warm hand press into his back before starting to move his feet and so making Kurapika's body follow.
Kurapika found himself dancing as well, adjusting to the slow steps. Chrollo was smiling at him, something sad and sorrowful. Something rather unusual.
Kurapika didn't let any emotion appear to his face. He didn't feel anything particular in this moment.
He just let his sworn nemesis guide their body in a slow. Dancing around the small room, letting their body flow.
"You're beautiful."
Chrollo whispered, looking in awe at the blonde boy who stared back. Disgusted brown eyes boring in his empty orbs.
"Don't."
This was a warning but Kurapika should know better that Chrollo loved to disrupt him.
"You're perfect."
Another whispered compliment that made Kurapika's heart squirm and throat burn.
"Stop."
Their body were still connected, swaying around. Hands holding and body becoming one.
"I love you."
Kurapika's heart stopped beating and his entire soul froze. His body stopped moving, he was standing completely still. Mouth agape.
"Don't."
Kurapika's lips parted to whisper the word in a broken sob. This wasn't for them. Love. It wasn't something they could ever have nor consider. Not after everything.It was outrageous, unnerving and truly nerve wrecking to hear Chrollo whisper what seemed like three simple words that held too much meaning.
I want to break you
I want to see you cry.
I want to see your tears.
I want you to destroy me.
It wasn't a lover's vow to his maiden.
It was a nemesis' vow to destroy.
It was Chrollo's way to break Kurapika.
More than he already was.
"I love you."
The older man repeated, removing his hands from Kurapika's hand and waist to place them on the fragile looking cheeks. Caressing Kurapika's skin with the tip of his thumb. Caressing him like an angel's feather. Something barely there but that grounded itself. Imprinting on Kurapika's skin.
Kurapika shouldn't give in. Chrollo didn't deserve to see his heart sob. He held it in, gulped one more time, even if his throat was closing in, worsening the burn. He had to hold it in.
break.
Break for me darling.
This was all there was there. It was a call for pain. A call to break.
"Stop it."
Kurapika's lips had began shaking. His entire body was shaking now. Chrollo's expression was so raw. Midnight eyes clearer than the bluest sky. Gentle and caring. It felt wrong, so wrong.
Chrollo leaned in and Kurapika whimpered. He wanted to do something, prevent it. Make it stop. But Chrollo's lips were brushing is already. He felt the soft press of lips against his. Imprinting himself. Leaving Kurapika with a new scar to bear. Chrollo's lips stayed on Kurapika's longer than intended before parting very slowly. Still so close they could feel the other's lips brushing.
"I love you."
Chrollo repeated, lips moving against Kurapika's. And he won. Kurapika shaked a bit more, and he felt the salty liquid cascade down his cheek.
Chrollo won.
That's it, love. Break for me.
And Chrollo's eyes went back to looking darker than the void and cruel. Kurapika's lips were quivering as he tried to stop the crying.
"W-why?"
Chrollo cupped his cheeks still and a low chuckle got out of his throat.
"Because if I can't possess you. I want to at least leave a mark."
And Chrollo pressed their lips together once again but this time Kurapika's lips moved against his. Their lips moved in synch, it wasn't love. It was war. They were fighting each other. Who would break the other?
Although the kiss was harsh and vile, it held a certain vulnerability and passion.
Chrollo brought Kurapika closer. Humming into the kiss as the blonde grabbed desperately at the older man's clothes. It was a mess but it was passionate. And they kissed for what felt like hours. They kept kissing and kissing and kissing. Focused only on each other's taste.
It was so wrong.
It felt so right.
In this moment, lips connected and body merging into one. They felt like it was meant to be. But it wasn't for them.
Not in this life.
When they parted, they were both panting, eyes searching in the other's for answers they knew neither of them had.
"I love you."
Chrollo repeated for the last time. But what Kurapika didn't know is that Chrollo did, in fact, love him. In his own dark and twisted way, even if it was a desire to own and possess. Despite everything, he longed for the blonde. He longed to run away, hands in hands, forget about their past and build something new. But it would never happen cause they were fucked up.
And would never abandon their own antics. They could continue this little game until it got too complicated and they would stop and forget.
Crying in their room at three in the morning, remembering the taste of alcohol and sweat.
Wondering "Are you also thinking about me?" In the dead of the night.
Wondering if in another life they were connected, connected in the most beautiful way. Whispering another I love you. But this time in a beautiful suite. After they vowed to love until death did them apart. They knew that in another life they belonged. Not that they didn't belong in this life as well. It was just not meant to be.
They were soulmates that weren't meant to be.
They were fucked up soulmates.
And they would always need the touch and the twisted love. To fuck and drink and smoke and then dance until they couldn't breath no more.
And then kiss like there was no tomorrow, knowing well the story was going to repeat itself. But it was okay cause that was what their relationship was like.
"I don't."
Kurapika concluded and Chrollo's glimmered with knowledge and bittersweetness.
"I know."
He answered Kurapika, limbs untangling. And finally Kurapika moved and left the flat.
The silence was weighing and louder than bombs. But it was okay. Cause he would be back.
Kurapika was always going to come back because they were meant to be.
Meant to love.
Meant to fuck.
Meant to destroy.
Meant to ruin.
Meant to demolish.
Meant to shatter.
Meant to hold.
Meant to love.