Dis Aliter Visum - Chapter 78 - 2,745 words
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Beta-reader: None.
Chapter summary: What do you want?
Chapter 78
Though the alarm had gone silent, small, red lights set into the walls near the ceiling kept flashing. Dangerous-looking men, likely guardsmen, started herding the guests back into the grand ballroom again, where they congregated in small clumps of four or five people, whispering nervously to one another.
Kuroro led his younger companion to a settee by the large French doors where the blond sat, his back stiff, hoping he looked calmer than he felt. Well, perhaps looking anxious would work better, under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little light-headed for lack of oxygen. He was fairly sure the corset had been tied even tighter this time, probably due to how quickly they'd gotten him back into the dress after the theft.
He glanced at Kuroro, who was standing to his right, looking oddly protective, which was utterly ridiculous. The older man was acting weird these days. Or maybe he always had been. Kurapica couldn’t say that he'd felt all that concerned with how the Spider Head acted around him right from the beginning. Perhaps he should have been. Had he studied the way the older man acted around him right from the start, maybe things wouldn't have gotten so out of hand.
Guards were standing all around the room, exhorting that people stay calm, informing them that they were now reviewing security tapes and that soon, people would be free to go.
“There you are!” Florenzia exclaimed when she saw them. She ran to Kuroro and took both of his hands in hers. This is terrible,” she cried, “simply terrible!”
Kuroro gave her fingers a squeeze. Kurapica looked away, disgusted with the lies, already. Well, he was a liar too, now.
“What happened?” Kuroro asked the young woman, as if he didn't know precisely what was going on.
“I've been robbed!” she explained. “Robbed! I just saw the footage. A young man snuck into the house somehow and got into my safe.”
“A guest?” Kuroro asked.
“No,” she said with a light shake of her head, “he was dressed in casual clothes. We couldn't get a good look at his face on the tape, so they're running calculations to get his height and approximate weight. I'm sorry. As soon as they clear you, I'll let you leave, but for now, can you just stay with me?”
“Of course,” Kuroro assured her, smooth as silk. “We can stay until the house is secure, too.”
What what he doing? Shouldn't get as far enough as possible?
“No, no,” the young woman said. “They said that all of the guests should leave as soon as possible, so that the thief won't be able to hide among them. They have the grounds surrounded and they assure me that no one will be able to leave without their approval. They mentioned something about auras that I didn't quite get.”
So they intended to flush the perpetrator using en, then. That definitely worked for them. Movement near the doors got Kurapica's attention. One by one, guests were getting measured and given something to mark that they had been cleared to leave the premises.
“Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?” Kuroro asked.
Kurapica glanced at them. The idiot still had Miss Florenzia's hands in his and he gave her an encouraging squeeze. Resisting the urge to glower, Kurapica looked away again. His eyes suddenly met those of the middle-aged gentleman that their hostess had danced with and caught an amused half-smile on his face, a sort of knowing look that unnerved him. Was he onto them?
He discreetly poked Kuroro's leg to get his attention. When the Spider Head met his his gaze, Kurapica slid his eyes towards the older gentleman. Kuroro followed his gaze, then slowly lowered his eyelids in an oddly soothing look that said, it's okay, I've got this. It wasn't that he didn't trust the Spider Head's control of the situation, but Kurapica couldn't quite help keeping tabs on the old man after that. The man ignored him however, having turned away from them when Kurapica's attention was on his companion. The entire thing was starting to seriously get to him.
“I'm sure,” Florenzia answered Kuroro's earlier question. “You and your sister should get some proper rest tonight. I'm probably going to go with Papa to his house and stay there until the criminal is caught.”
“We could drive you,” Kuroro offered. “Leave him to keep things under control here and we'll drive you to his house, where you can be safe.”
What was he playing at? The entire thing was seriously grating against Kurapica's nerves.
“No,” the young woman said, her voice firm. “My place is here. I'm not going to run away and let someone else deal with my problems.”
Kurapica had the distinct feeling that he should like the young woman. He should, yet for some reason he could not fathom, he did not.
“You are very courageous,” Kuroro praised.
“Or just overly proud and wilful,” she said with a pale smile.
They were silent after that, though Kuroro thankfully released Miss Florenzia's hands. They looked on as people who were the most distraught were sent away first. Slowly, the room started clearing away.
“All right,” Florenzia said when about half of the people were gone, “you should go. Go get measured, then on to get some rest and if you can find it in your heart to call me once in a while as you travel, here's my number.”
She handed the Spider Head a card, pushed herself to the tip of her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. She smiled at Kurapica, albeit rather distractedly, then turned away and made her way to the old gentleman whom she had danced with.
“Ready to go?” Kuroro asked, getting the blond's attention.
He offered the younger man his hand, which Kurapica felt like slapping irritably away. Not wanting to cause a scene, he took it instead and let the Spider Head pull him to his feet.
Together, they made their way to the closest door out of the ballroom. They had their height and shoulder width measured, then given a small plastic token that they were to hold onto until they left the grounds entirely. Once they were out on the front porch, the valet went to get their car and they were sent on their way. At the front gate, a guard inspected the car, asked for their tokens, then waved them on. Once they were driving towards their hotel, Kurapica let out a sigh of relief. He caught Kuroro's warning look and didn't comment on their evening.
They drove back to their hotel, the silence heavy with unspoken words. The events of the evening were running in loop in Kurapica's head. The look in Kuroro's eyes as he painted the blond's skin, as they danced together. The warmth of his hand at Kurapica's back, the beating of his own heart, so loud, so fast. It had shaken him, down to his very core. He didn't like it, didn't like it at all, but what could he do, anymore?
They parked the car and walked silently into the hotel lobby. The luxury automobile had been a rental they'd made through the hotel for the night, so while Kurapica went to call the elevator, the older man went to give the key to the clerk so that he could have it returned. He met back with the blond just as the elevator door opened. They stepped on and went up to their floor, still quiet. When the door into their suite closed behind them, Kurapica leaned over right in the entrance and undid the small metallic buttons that held his shoes so he could slip out of them. Kuroro waited patiently behind the blond and chuckled softly when Kurapica stepped down from the heeled shoes and promptly stepped onto the hem of his skirt.
“It's not funny,” Kurapica informed the older man. “I want to get out of these ridiculous clothes.”
“I've seen you wear worse things,” the Ryodan leader replied with another chuckle. “The mauve ensemble, for one. And that blue and orange skirt you wore in York Shin.”
Kurapica lifted the front of the skirt and threw a look back at the older man.
“Do you want me to talk about your coat?” he huffed, walking into their suite with the skirt held as high as he could keep it.
Kuroro chuckled and Kurapica cracked a smile, since the older man couldn't see it. At least Kuroro didn't refute it. Well, it was a pretty horrid piece of clothing. It was far too flashy for someone who made a living by staying in the shadows.
The blond made his way to the washroom, intent on washing his face and hopefully hopping into the shower. The makeup remover was already on the counter, and Kurapica made quick work of it. He washed his face quickly to get the residue of makeup and remover off, then attempted to sigh, but he still couldn't breathe very well. The door opened behind him and Kurapica looked up, his hand reaching blindly for a towel to pat his face dry with. Kuroro's head appeared from behind the door.
“Need help?” he offered.
“Get this lacy smothering device off me?” Kurapica pleaded.
Kuroro chuckled softly again and stepped into the washroom. The blond looked up into the mirror. The older man had gotten rid of his jacket and loosened his tie, the vest hanging from his shoulders, unbuttoned. It looked casual and ridiculously attractive. He stepped behind the blond and pulled on the drawstring at his waist, undoing the knot easily and loosening the corset. Kurapica sighed. Oh, it felt good to breathe. The older man wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back against his chest.
“Better?” he wanted to know.
Kurapica sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “Much,” he acquiesced.
“Good,” Kuroro whispered by his ear and the blond took another shuddering breath.
Something changed, with that one word. A sort of latent energy, as if time suddenly held its breath, waiting for something to happen. The older man shifted. Kurapica opened his eyes again and was about to turn to him, intending on asking him what he was doing but something caught his eyes and it stopped him short. He could see Kuroro looking at him, his dark gaze fixed on Kurapica's through the mirror. His eyes burned through him. Kurapica's tongue slid forward to wet his lips. His throat was suddenly dry.
Keeping one arm around the front of his waist, the taller man tugged the bow at his back and it came undone. Kurapica turned his head, not wanting to see, and he felt Kuroro's arm tighten at the front of his waist. He slowly let go of the breath that he'd been holding. Moments stretched between them. Why wasn't he moving? Kurapica waited, slowly feeling his muscles tense as he realized what was happening. He had no choice but to open his eyes and look at their reflection. Their gaze met and held, even as Kuroro took half a step back and undid the last bow at the back of his neck. There was no mistaking that look in the older man's eyes, and Kurapica swallowed thickly, feeling heat gather high on his cheeks and low in his belly. The skirt pooled at his feet, promptly followed by the corset and the blouse. When Kuroro made to lower his underwear, the blond made a soft little sound and caught his wrists in his hands, but the older man pulled free and pushed the garment off, leaving Kurapica completely naked.
The blond lowered his head, not wanting to see his shame in the mirror. Kuroro's hands ran gently over naked skin; touching, caressing, soft as a whisper. He felt the older man's lips at the back of his neck and took a shuddering breath. Another kiss, lower this time. Kurapica gripped the edge of the counter. Kuroro went lower, laying kiss after kiss, down his neck, to his upper back, then sideways, over his right shoulder. Kurapica's breath came faster, heavier. He could feel himself harden and he squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. The deep chuckle that ghosted over his ear didn't help his predicament any. Kuroro wrapped both arms around him once more and held him loosely. Eventually, the blond glanced at the reflection, only to see himself, entirely naked, Kuroro's reflection staring intently at him. His lips trailed back from Kurapica's shoulder, up his neck, to his ear. He nibbled lightly there and Kurapica's grip tightened on the edge of the counter.
“Would you stop staring?” Kurapica asked, though without any heat.
The Spider Head chuckled again, letting his hands map out the blond's body slowly, so slowly. Kurapica leaned back against his chest with a small sigh. He tried not to watch the reflection, but it was difficult not to. It was as humiliating as it was exhilarating. His heart thudded nearly painfully in his chest and when the Spider head grazed a nipple with his fingernails, he had to bite his lower lip to keep any sound in. Lower, his hand went, an wrapped around him, stroking him slowly. As much as Kurapica wanted to look away, he couldn't. He knew his face was flushed, but he couldn't turn from his reflection. There was something so primal, so visceral in watching Kuroro's hand move over him, dip lower, and the pleasure that engulfed him was so sudden, he nearly lost it. He caught the Spider Head's slow smile and finally let his eyelids fall shut, leaning back further against the taller man, Kuroro's shirt sticking a little to his back. The Ryodan leader took a step back and Kurapica half turned towards him, questioningly looking up at him. He tilted the Kuruta's chin up with a finger, staring intently into Kurapica's rapidly darkening eyes.
“Kurapica,” the older man called softly, and the sound of his name on his lips made the blond suck in a breath and shiver softly. “Kurapica,” the Spider Head repeated before asking him, “What is it that you want?”
The Kuruta's right eyebrow lowered a fraction. What was it he wanted? He didn't understand. The question felt loaded, didn't feel right. It was definitely not about his life goals or what he intended to possess. It felt more specific than this. Kurapica searched his eyes for a sign, a clue about what the older man was thinking, what he was actually asking.
“What,” Kuroro murmured, placing a fingertip onto the young Hunter's lower lip. He pressed lightly on it, making it dip a fraction, before he finally finished his question, “is it that you want?”
“I don't,” the blond began, but something in Kuroro's eyes stopped him short. He frowned, unsure of what was happening, suddenly. No, this was definitely not about the everyday things. The older man let his finger slide down to his chin, slowly, gently. It held there for a moment, then he splayed his hand and let it slide down Kurapica's throat. “I,” the Kuruta tried again, but he faltered again.
“Tell me,” Kuroro urged, his voice soft, so soft. His dark eyes were enthralling, and Kurapica found that he couldn't look away. The older man's gaze slid down to his lips, then met with Kurapica's again. “What,” he murmured, “is it that you need? Right now.”
“You can't,” Kurapica gasped, realization finally hitting. “I can't!” He shook his head, though his eyes didn't stray from the taller man's. “You can't ask this of me,” he finally managed
He thought he should get mad, should get upset, but the truth was that he'd lost his grip on his anger long ago, and now all that remained when he was with the Spider Head was the longing, the desire, his trembling heart and trembling body.
“Oh, but I can,” the Spider Head whispered, and there was something rather unsettling in his tone. And exciting. Very exciting indeed. Kuroro's hands started wandering over Kurapica's skin once more, strong fingers mapping his chest, ignoring his aching need for now.
Kurapica closed his eyes and lowered his head, turning away from him once more. He didn't want to see Kuroro, didn't want to see the dark depths of his gaze. He also refused to look at the mirror, as it was much too shameful.
Kuroro had won, and they both knew it.
Beta-reader: None.
Chapter summary: What do you want?
Chapter 78
Though the alarm had gone silent, small, red lights set into the walls near the ceiling kept flashing. Dangerous-looking men, likely guardsmen, started herding the guests back into the grand ballroom again, where they congregated in small clumps of four or five people, whispering nervously to one another.
Kuroro led his younger companion to a settee by the large French doors where the blond sat, his back stiff, hoping he looked calmer than he felt. Well, perhaps looking anxious would work better, under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little light-headed for lack of oxygen. He was fairly sure the corset had been tied even tighter this time, probably due to how quickly they'd gotten him back into the dress after the theft.
He glanced at Kuroro, who was standing to his right, looking oddly protective, which was utterly ridiculous. The older man was acting weird these days. Or maybe he always had been. Kurapica couldn’t say that he'd felt all that concerned with how the Spider Head acted around him right from the beginning. Perhaps he should have been. Had he studied the way the older man acted around him right from the start, maybe things wouldn't have gotten so out of hand.
Guards were standing all around the room, exhorting that people stay calm, informing them that they were now reviewing security tapes and that soon, people would be free to go.
“There you are!” Florenzia exclaimed when she saw them. She ran to Kuroro and took both of his hands in hers. This is terrible,” she cried, “simply terrible!”
Kuroro gave her fingers a squeeze. Kurapica looked away, disgusted with the lies, already. Well, he was a liar too, now.
“What happened?” Kuroro asked the young woman, as if he didn't know precisely what was going on.
“I've been robbed!” she explained. “Robbed! I just saw the footage. A young man snuck into the house somehow and got into my safe.”
“A guest?” Kuroro asked.
“No,” she said with a light shake of her head, “he was dressed in casual clothes. We couldn't get a good look at his face on the tape, so they're running calculations to get his height and approximate weight. I'm sorry. As soon as they clear you, I'll let you leave, but for now, can you just stay with me?”
“Of course,” Kuroro assured her, smooth as silk. “We can stay until the house is secure, too.”
What what he doing? Shouldn't get as far enough as possible?
“No, no,” the young woman said. “They said that all of the guests should leave as soon as possible, so that the thief won't be able to hide among them. They have the grounds surrounded and they assure me that no one will be able to leave without their approval. They mentioned something about auras that I didn't quite get.”
So they intended to flush the perpetrator using en, then. That definitely worked for them. Movement near the doors got Kurapica's attention. One by one, guests were getting measured and given something to mark that they had been cleared to leave the premises.
“Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?” Kuroro asked.
Kurapica glanced at them. The idiot still had Miss Florenzia's hands in his and he gave her an encouraging squeeze. Resisting the urge to glower, Kurapica looked away again. His eyes suddenly met those of the middle-aged gentleman that their hostess had danced with and caught an amused half-smile on his face, a sort of knowing look that unnerved him. Was he onto them?
He discreetly poked Kuroro's leg to get his attention. When the Spider Head met his his gaze, Kurapica slid his eyes towards the older gentleman. Kuroro followed his gaze, then slowly lowered his eyelids in an oddly soothing look that said, it's okay, I've got this. It wasn't that he didn't trust the Spider Head's control of the situation, but Kurapica couldn't quite help keeping tabs on the old man after that. The man ignored him however, having turned away from them when Kurapica's attention was on his companion. The entire thing was starting to seriously get to him.
“I'm sure,” Florenzia answered Kuroro's earlier question. “You and your sister should get some proper rest tonight. I'm probably going to go with Papa to his house and stay there until the criminal is caught.”
“We could drive you,” Kuroro offered. “Leave him to keep things under control here and we'll drive you to his house, where you can be safe.”
What was he playing at? The entire thing was seriously grating against Kurapica's nerves.
“No,” the young woman said, her voice firm. “My place is here. I'm not going to run away and let someone else deal with my problems.”
Kurapica had the distinct feeling that he should like the young woman. He should, yet for some reason he could not fathom, he did not.
“You are very courageous,” Kuroro praised.
“Or just overly proud and wilful,” she said with a pale smile.
They were silent after that, though Kuroro thankfully released Miss Florenzia's hands. They looked on as people who were the most distraught were sent away first. Slowly, the room started clearing away.
“All right,” Florenzia said when about half of the people were gone, “you should go. Go get measured, then on to get some rest and if you can find it in your heart to call me once in a while as you travel, here's my number.”
She handed the Spider Head a card, pushed herself to the tip of her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. She smiled at Kurapica, albeit rather distractedly, then turned away and made her way to the old gentleman whom she had danced with.
“Ready to go?” Kuroro asked, getting the blond's attention.
He offered the younger man his hand, which Kurapica felt like slapping irritably away. Not wanting to cause a scene, he took it instead and let the Spider Head pull him to his feet.
Together, they made their way to the closest door out of the ballroom. They had their height and shoulder width measured, then given a small plastic token that they were to hold onto until they left the grounds entirely. Once they were out on the front porch, the valet went to get their car and they were sent on their way. At the front gate, a guard inspected the car, asked for their tokens, then waved them on. Once they were driving towards their hotel, Kurapica let out a sigh of relief. He caught Kuroro's warning look and didn't comment on their evening.
They drove back to their hotel, the silence heavy with unspoken words. The events of the evening were running in loop in Kurapica's head. The look in Kuroro's eyes as he painted the blond's skin, as they danced together. The warmth of his hand at Kurapica's back, the beating of his own heart, so loud, so fast. It had shaken him, down to his very core. He didn't like it, didn't like it at all, but what could he do, anymore?
They parked the car and walked silently into the hotel lobby. The luxury automobile had been a rental they'd made through the hotel for the night, so while Kurapica went to call the elevator, the older man went to give the key to the clerk so that he could have it returned. He met back with the blond just as the elevator door opened. They stepped on and went up to their floor, still quiet. When the door into their suite closed behind them, Kurapica leaned over right in the entrance and undid the small metallic buttons that held his shoes so he could slip out of them. Kuroro waited patiently behind the blond and chuckled softly when Kurapica stepped down from the heeled shoes and promptly stepped onto the hem of his skirt.
“It's not funny,” Kurapica informed the older man. “I want to get out of these ridiculous clothes.”
“I've seen you wear worse things,” the Ryodan leader replied with another chuckle. “The mauve ensemble, for one. And that blue and orange skirt you wore in York Shin.”
Kurapica lifted the front of the skirt and threw a look back at the older man.
“Do you want me to talk about your coat?” he huffed, walking into their suite with the skirt held as high as he could keep it.
Kuroro chuckled and Kurapica cracked a smile, since the older man couldn't see it. At least Kuroro didn't refute it. Well, it was a pretty horrid piece of clothing. It was far too flashy for someone who made a living by staying in the shadows.
The blond made his way to the washroom, intent on washing his face and hopefully hopping into the shower. The makeup remover was already on the counter, and Kurapica made quick work of it. He washed his face quickly to get the residue of makeup and remover off, then attempted to sigh, but he still couldn't breathe very well. The door opened behind him and Kurapica looked up, his hand reaching blindly for a towel to pat his face dry with. Kuroro's head appeared from behind the door.
“Need help?” he offered.
“Get this lacy smothering device off me?” Kurapica pleaded.
Kuroro chuckled softly again and stepped into the washroom. The blond looked up into the mirror. The older man had gotten rid of his jacket and loosened his tie, the vest hanging from his shoulders, unbuttoned. It looked casual and ridiculously attractive. He stepped behind the blond and pulled on the drawstring at his waist, undoing the knot easily and loosening the corset. Kurapica sighed. Oh, it felt good to breathe. The older man wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back against his chest.
“Better?” he wanted to know.
Kurapica sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “Much,” he acquiesced.
“Good,” Kuroro whispered by his ear and the blond took another shuddering breath.
Something changed, with that one word. A sort of latent energy, as if time suddenly held its breath, waiting for something to happen. The older man shifted. Kurapica opened his eyes again and was about to turn to him, intending on asking him what he was doing but something caught his eyes and it stopped him short. He could see Kuroro looking at him, his dark gaze fixed on Kurapica's through the mirror. His eyes burned through him. Kurapica's tongue slid forward to wet his lips. His throat was suddenly dry.
Keeping one arm around the front of his waist, the taller man tugged the bow at his back and it came undone. Kurapica turned his head, not wanting to see, and he felt Kuroro's arm tighten at the front of his waist. He slowly let go of the breath that he'd been holding. Moments stretched between them. Why wasn't he moving? Kurapica waited, slowly feeling his muscles tense as he realized what was happening. He had no choice but to open his eyes and look at their reflection. Their gaze met and held, even as Kuroro took half a step back and undid the last bow at the back of his neck. There was no mistaking that look in the older man's eyes, and Kurapica swallowed thickly, feeling heat gather high on his cheeks and low in his belly. The skirt pooled at his feet, promptly followed by the corset and the blouse. When Kuroro made to lower his underwear, the blond made a soft little sound and caught his wrists in his hands, but the older man pulled free and pushed the garment off, leaving Kurapica completely naked.
The blond lowered his head, not wanting to see his shame in the mirror. Kuroro's hands ran gently over naked skin; touching, caressing, soft as a whisper. He felt the older man's lips at the back of his neck and took a shuddering breath. Another kiss, lower this time. Kurapica gripped the edge of the counter. Kuroro went lower, laying kiss after kiss, down his neck, to his upper back, then sideways, over his right shoulder. Kurapica's breath came faster, heavier. He could feel himself harden and he squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. The deep chuckle that ghosted over his ear didn't help his predicament any. Kuroro wrapped both arms around him once more and held him loosely. Eventually, the blond glanced at the reflection, only to see himself, entirely naked, Kuroro's reflection staring intently at him. His lips trailed back from Kurapica's shoulder, up his neck, to his ear. He nibbled lightly there and Kurapica's grip tightened on the edge of the counter.
“Would you stop staring?” Kurapica asked, though without any heat.
The Spider Head chuckled again, letting his hands map out the blond's body slowly, so slowly. Kurapica leaned back against his chest with a small sigh. He tried not to watch the reflection, but it was difficult not to. It was as humiliating as it was exhilarating. His heart thudded nearly painfully in his chest and when the Spider head grazed a nipple with his fingernails, he had to bite his lower lip to keep any sound in. Lower, his hand went, an wrapped around him, stroking him slowly. As much as Kurapica wanted to look away, he couldn't. He knew his face was flushed, but he couldn't turn from his reflection. There was something so primal, so visceral in watching Kuroro's hand move over him, dip lower, and the pleasure that engulfed him was so sudden, he nearly lost it. He caught the Spider Head's slow smile and finally let his eyelids fall shut, leaning back further against the taller man, Kuroro's shirt sticking a little to his back. The Ryodan leader took a step back and Kurapica half turned towards him, questioningly looking up at him. He tilted the Kuruta's chin up with a finger, staring intently into Kurapica's rapidly darkening eyes.
“Kurapica,” the older man called softly, and the sound of his name on his lips made the blond suck in a breath and shiver softly. “Kurapica,” the Spider Head repeated before asking him, “What is it that you want?”
The Kuruta's right eyebrow lowered a fraction. What was it he wanted? He didn't understand. The question felt loaded, didn't feel right. It was definitely not about his life goals or what he intended to possess. It felt more specific than this. Kurapica searched his eyes for a sign, a clue about what the older man was thinking, what he was actually asking.
“What,” Kuroro murmured, placing a fingertip onto the young Hunter's lower lip. He pressed lightly on it, making it dip a fraction, before he finally finished his question, “is it that you want?”
“I don't,” the blond began, but something in Kuroro's eyes stopped him short. He frowned, unsure of what was happening, suddenly. No, this was definitely not about the everyday things. The older man let his finger slide down to his chin, slowly, gently. It held there for a moment, then he splayed his hand and let it slide down Kurapica's throat. “I,” the Kuruta tried again, but he faltered again.
“Tell me,” Kuroro urged, his voice soft, so soft. His dark eyes were enthralling, and Kurapica found that he couldn't look away. The older man's gaze slid down to his lips, then met with Kurapica's again. “What,” he murmured, “is it that you need? Right now.”
“You can't,” Kurapica gasped, realization finally hitting. “I can't!” He shook his head, though his eyes didn't stray from the taller man's. “You can't ask this of me,” he finally managed
He thought he should get mad, should get upset, but the truth was that he'd lost his grip on his anger long ago, and now all that remained when he was with the Spider Head was the longing, the desire, his trembling heart and trembling body.
“Oh, but I can,” the Spider Head whispered, and there was something rather unsettling in his tone. And exciting. Very exciting indeed. Kuroro's hands started wandering over Kurapica's skin once more, strong fingers mapping his chest, ignoring his aching need for now.
Kurapica closed his eyes and lowered his head, turning away from him once more. He didn't want to see Kuroro, didn't want to see the dark depths of his gaze. He also refused to look at the mirror, as it was much too shameful.
Kuroro had won, and they both knew it.