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"I'm a li'l bit obsessive, I need to learn my lesson."
Leorio took a gulp of his drink, the liquor burning his throat as he watched the slight blonde grip the mic, eyes on the floor.
"My kindness is a weapon, a weapon that you've turned on me. Still, you leave me guessen', 'cause you're so iridescent. You show the world a smile, but show your true colours to me."
The voice was quiet, gravely with emotion. Leorio liked it.
"Think I got the message, thought our love was destined, but it's more like a death wish, a guarantee for misery. Time for my confession. You're toxic but infectious. You feed off my attention, well..."
There was a long pause, then-
"Starve."
The singer's voice dripped venom onto the floor with the word, and Leorio found himself sitting forward on his stool at the bar to listen closer.
"You won't, eat me. Hungry, hungry cannibal. I never feed the animals. You won't, eat me. Hungry, hungry cannibal. I never feed the animals.
"Tell me when to drink, tell me when to eat, tell me when to smile, tell me when to breathe. Tell /me/ when I overreact - no, tell me again, /please/." Their fingers on the mic went white with how hard they gripped it.
"I love being told what to do, but only when I'm told by you. At least that's what I used to think, but nowadays I'm on the brink. I'm no longer blind, I've opened my eyes, to see you as you are: a cannibal disguised. You eat away at me, you chew my heart and mind.
"But now I'm off the menu, find someone else to dine."
They repeated the chorus, and Leorio's eyes never left the blond as they loosened their death grip on the mic and stalked off stage to the far side of the bar. He stood and approached, coming as close as he dared."
'What the hell do you want," the blond asked, flicking a finger towards the bartender, who shuffled away to make their drink.
"Anything you want from me," Leorio said, meeting the blond's stormy eyes as they turned to look at him. Then those eyes slid down his body and crawled back up to his face.
Then the blond fished their wallet out of their coat, tossed a twenty on the bar, threw back the drink the bartender had just placed in front of them, and grabbed Leorio's tie, yanking him along as they headed towards the door.
They passed one of the men who'd been on stage while the blond had sung, who reached out a hand towards them.
"Kurapika-"
He only got out one word before the blond - Kurapika - cut him off. "Fuck off," they hissed, then finished dragging Leorio out of the bar and into the alley.
Leorio let himself be shoved against the cold brick, let his space be invaded and his head dragged roughly downward as Kurapika pressed against him, one hand still knotted in his tie, the other on his hip. Their breath reeked of strong booze as they smashed their lips against his, a graceless, merciless mimic of a kiss.
"Say it again," they growled as they pulled away, instead forcing their nose under Leorio's chin, teeth rasping over his jugular.
"Take what you want from me."
The hand on his hip gripped hard, brusing, as they bit his neck roughly enough to make him hiss. Then Kurapika abruptly moved back, hands moving back to their sides. "Follow," they snarled.
Leorio did.
They walked in silence for a few minutes until they turned into an apartment complex. Kurapika tugged their keys out of their pocket and unlocked the door, throwing it open harder than necessary. As soon as they were both inside, they slammed the door shut, and Leorio was shoved harshly against a wall again, Kurapuka's fingers tearing open the buttons of his dress shirt under his loosened tie. Then their hands smoothed over chest, nails scratching lightly over his pecs and down his belly. Then Kurapika stepped away, shouldering their coat off and tossing it on the kitchen counter as they stalked down the hallway. Leorio toed out of his shoes before following.
When he reach the bedroom, Kurapika was sitting on a chair on the far side of the room, tugging off their boots and socks. They flicked their chin at the bed. "Sit."
Leorio did, pulling his tie the rest of the way off, watching as Kurapika moved foward until they stood between his knees, barely taller yet somehow looming over him.
"Tell me to stop," Kurapika whispered, the storm in their eyes now a hurricane.
"No."
A hand was on his chin, yanking it up until their faces were only a breath apart. "Tell. Me. To. Stop."
"No," Leorio repeated, one hand reaching out, taking Kurapika's hand and pressing the tie into it. "Do what you want with me."
Kurapika looked down as Leorio brought his wrists together between them in offering, then hissed. Their hands shot out, wrapping the tie around his wrists with speed and precision that made Leorio's heart stutter with the skill the practiced knot promised.
When Kurapika stepped back to rip their shirt off, Leorio used the break to shift back against the pillows, raising his hands above his head to grip the headboard. That was he had time to do before Kurapika was kneeing his legs apart, sliding between them, one hand pressing his chest into the bed as they kissed him again, just as desperate as before, but gentler, more tongue, less teeth, leaving Leorio gasping.
Kurapika pulled away, reaching under the bed. Leorio kept his hands where they were, kept his eyes on Kurapika's as they moved back, yanking open Leorio's fly before ripping off his pants and boxers. The lube top popped open as Kurapika drenched their hand in it before dropping it, wet hand sliding between Leorio's legs, palm pressing behind his balls.
"Tell me to stop," Kurapika repeated, breathing heavily.
"No," Leorio whispered again, and that was all the warning he got before Kurapika shoved two fingers into him. "Shit," Leorio hissed. If he had been any less experienced it might have hurt.
Kurapika ignored him, instead dropping their head between his legs to bite at his inner thighs. Leorio's hands spasmed against the headboard as he struggled to keep his legs spread, struggled to keep still with Kurapika's mouth so close to his aching dick as their fingers ruthlessly scissored him open.
Leorio's thighs were a mess of bruises and bite marks by the time Kurapika's fingers pulled out of him just as unexpectedly as they had entered, ripping another stiffled curse from Leorio's lips.
He panted as Kurapika ripped a condom open, rolling it on and dumping more lube on it unceremoniously as they crouched over him, dick poised between them.
"Tell me to stop," they gasped out, trembling with the effort of holding themself back.
"No," Leorio gasped. "Please," he added, the word almost a whine as Kurapika swallowed it with another sudden, jarring kiss.
Then they were plunging into him- too fast, too hard, but Leorio couldn't help but thrust up to meet them, shuddering with the first burst of solid pleasure.
The pace stayed merciless, Kurapika chasing their own pleasure, Leorio beneath them as nothing more than a means to an end, his dick between them ignored except for the occasional press of Kurapika's belly against his own as they rocked into him.
Leorio struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure both too much and not enough, wanting to watch Kurapika above him lose themself in his body. Leorio could feel them getting closer, could feel the way their hips stuttered, the rhythm shifting to something less rough and more desperate.
But the minutes stretched, and even through the haze of his own overwhelming arousal, he could tell that something was wrong, Kurapika's breathing hitching in something close to anguish as they tried and tried and tried and failed to find satisfaction, eyes pressed shut as tears began to slip out the corners.
Leorio couldn't help but move his hands, which had been clutching the headboard hard enough to ache, his bound palms raising to wipe those tears from Kurapika's cheeks. They startled, gray eyes widening at the sudden, disobedient touch, meeting Leorio's.
"Please," Leorio whispered, straining his neck to draw them into a kiss.
Kurapika let out a small, strangled cry into Leorio's lips, then finally came, hard, hands scrabbling against Leorio's shoulders as they curved into him, trembling as they thrust shakily through their climax.
"That's it," Leorio murmered against their tearstained cheek, unable to do more then mumble praise into their hair with his bound wrists still trapped between them as Kurapika shuddered against his chest, coming down from an overwhelming orgasm. "That's it, you're okay."
Slowly the shuddering diminished and Kurapika collapsed on him, face against pressed into the hollow of his throat.
It was another long moment before they stirred, trying to push themself up on unsteady arms. When those gray eyes finally cracked open, Leorio could see the torment in them and it made Leorio's heart break a little.
"I shouldn't have-" Kurapika gasped.
Leorio silenced them, covering their mouth with his hand. "No. I wanted it. You were perfect."
Kurapika swayed at the weight of the word between them, a new wave of tears spilling over.
Leorio wipped them away again. "When was the last time someone told you that?"
"Never," Kurapika let out a shaky gasp as Leorio brought their face down to his, resting their forheads together.
"If you were mine," Leorio confessed into the suddenly fragile, vulnerable space between them. "I'd never stop."
Kurapika's lips were on his again with a hitched sob, pressing against him, gentle, but with an edge of their previous desperation.
Leorio couldn't help but arch into it, his dick still straining between them. Kurapika pulled back, startled, eyes flicking downward even as Leorio caught their chin, trying to raise their eyes back to him.
"I didn't realize-"
"It's fine," Leorio interrupted. "It's okay, I'm fine."
"No," Kurapika replied quietly, eyes hardening with determination as they wrapped a hand around Leorio's wrists. They lowered their lips to kiss him as they moved to undo the knot, but Leorio tugged his hands away.
"Leave it on. Please?"
Kurapika's eyes widened, then the heat in their stare returned. "You can touch me," they said, then they were suddenly pulling away, shifting down the mattress until their hot breath teased Leorio's achingly hard dick.
"Oh fuck-" was all Leorio managed to get out before Kurapika smirked and swallowed him expertly, wrenching a groan from Leorio's throat as his hands instinctively tangled into locks that were even softer than they looked.
Kurapika bobbed their head a few times, mouth tight on him, tongue pressed hard against the underside of his dick, hands encouraging Leorio's thighs to tighten around their head. He lasted a few more trembling breathes before his hands were pulling at Kurapika's in a desperate but futile warning as he came so hard he saw stars, tears falling from his own eyes. Kurapika swallowed, then continued sucking until he was begging, helplessly overstimulated. Finally they pulled off with one last lick, letting themself be tugged back to Leorio's needy lips. This time, Leorio let them untie his wrists, his freed hands immediately moving back into their hair.
Eventually, Kurapika pulled away and Leorio let his sore arms fall to the bed as they crawled off the bed, legs unsteady as they shoved their cumstained pants to the floor, needing to brace themself against their dresser for a moment before moving towards the door.
"I'll be right back."
Leorio grumbled something, too tired to do anything more.
In a minute, they returned with a wet washcloth they used to wipe Leorio's legs clean.
Leorio smiled as he saw the way Kurapika was eying the brusing they'd left on his thighs. "Admiring your work?"
"Admiring you," Kurapika admitted. "You're... stunning."
Leorio touched one of the deeper, full-moon marks. "Prettier with these."
"Fuck," Kurapika swore, dropping their forhead against Leorio's leg.
"You can. Whenever you want. Or I could fuck you. If you let me, I would worship you."
Kurapuka's hand tightened around his calf as they hissed. "You can't- don't say those things when I'm- When I'm this tired. You make me want-"
"Then fuck me again in the morning."
Kurapika looked up at him, expression half desire, half uncertainty. "You want to stay?"
Leorio snorted. "I don't have much of a choice. Even if I wanted to leave, you'd have to carry me."
Kurapika looked away, but Leorio could see the flush on their face even in the dim light.
"Did you really think I'd be able to walk after you fucked me that good?"
"Shit, I thought I told you not to talk like that."
Leorio grinned. "There are pleanty of ways to shut me up."
Leorio was rewarded for his bad behavior by Kurapika hurling the washcloth across the room and pouncing on him again, silencing him with a tongue in his mouth and a hand on his throat.
The heat couldn't last, they were both too tired to do more than that, kisses quickly softening again.
Kurapika pulled away again, resting their head against Leorio's chest. "I- I was terrible tonight. No," they said as Leorio tried to interject. "I'm... I was drunk. I'm not usually like that. I should have been gentler."
"I've never been much for gentle."
Kurapika groaned. "That mouth of yours is going to kill me."
"Only if you want it to," Leorio got out before Kurapika slapped a hand over his mouth, laughing.
"Forget your hands, I should have gagged you."
"Next time."
"Yes," Kurapika whispered. "Next time."
The words hung in the night air, full of promise.
"I never even asked your name," Kurapika said, hand moving from Leorio's mouth to cup his stubbled jaw.
"Leorio," he replied, turning to kiss Kurapika's palm.
"Leorio," they said softly. "I wish I had pursued you properly, done things right."
"It doesn't matter what you'd've done, I would've ended up in your bed no matter how you'd asked. I wanted you as soon as I saw you on that stage, and after... after I would have begged to be here, begged to have you do what you did to me."
Kurapika stiffened. "Why? Did I seem that desperate?"
Leorio ran a hand down their spine. "I know what it's like, to be drowning in someone. To love them so much, even as they're killing you. Every criticism, no matter how well-meaning, pushing you further under the water."
Kurapika softened, sitting up, concern written across their beautiful face.
Leorio lifted a hand to brush the hair out of their eyes. "I wanted to give you that freedom back. Don't cry," he said, sitting up as a few tears welled up in Kurapika's eyes. "You can do anything else, just don't cry."
Their voice was very small when they spoke again. "How I treated you, doesn't that make me like him? Taking from you, like he took from me?"
"No," Leorio said, firm, but not harsh, hands smoothing up and down Kurapika's arms. "Never."
"How is it different-"
"Because you stopped. Everytime. Everytime, you stopped, you made sure I wanted it too. You never did anything I didn't ask for first."
"That's enough?"
"That's /everything/."
They sat there a moment longer, then Kurapika spoke again, voice soft, eyes vulnerable. "Promise me? No matter what we do, promise me you'll tell me, you'll stop me if I ever do anything-"
Leorio kissed them. "Yes. Of course. I won't let you hurt me."
Kurapika sighed against his lips, the last of the tension draining from their body as they lay back against the pillows, opening their arms to Leorio, who happily lay down, curling tight against their side, head over their heart, listening to its rhythm slow as they drifted to sleep, fingers curled in his hair.
He pressed one last kiss to their chest, then followed them, smiling, into oblivion.