The pain was hiding all along in a colored moist, and it held the strongest Spider heart captive... in the way that he liked it. My first M-rate fic. Explicit contents. YAOI for the Chain Pair, KuroKura.
He was feeling bad again. Was he having a fever? His head was heavy and his body was feeling weird. Moving slightly to find a more comfortable position, he felt really odd as his skin brushed roughly on a leather-like surface. Then slowly, his memories had started working.
He stirred himself awake, only to find himself naked.
The thick blanket slid on his lap when Kurapika sat upright on the couch where he was sleeping. The sun outside was shining brightly. He wondered what time it was, and he realized everything.
"Damn," Kurapika cursed as he ran his hand to his forehead, clutching his nauseous head. Right. He drank wine, had sex with that bastard, then he took a nap after.
Well, it wasn't a nap anymore.
He looked around to find his clothes. His shirt, with his pants was neatly folded on a table near the couch. Beside the clothes was a box. As expected, no Kuroro Lucifer was found on the vicinity.
The Kuruta hurriedly reached for his clothes and wore them. Next, he opened the box, already knowing what it contained.
He sighed in relief when the box revealed another bright pair of his brethren's eyes. He used gyou to check for their authenticity, and heaved another relieved sigh. They were real, he couldn't help but smile.
He set the cylindrical container back to the box when he noticed a note underneath it.
Beside the note was a key card with the tower's name on it.
'You said I don't have to wake you up.'
"Bastard," Kurapika spat as he crumpled the sarcastic note on his hand. Just like their first night, Kuroro had left him alone after getting what he wanted. Right, 'it's simply about what you could give to me, and what I could give to you,'the man's words echoed in his mind. The man didn't care if he die in fever or whatsoever. The only deal was if something happened between them. After that, neither would think about the other nor care what would happen next.
What the hell was he thinking in the very first place, anyway? What, was he expecting something else from the man, like he would still be there when he woke up?
No. Of course not. This fiasco was just a cruel game that Kuroro had instigated. Nothing more, nothing less. The man got what he wanted from him. The Kuruta got his. And that must be all to it.
Okay, enough of the demented sentiments. He must go back to Dmitri's manor as soon as possible. He still had many things to do.
He made his way out of the apartment tower, feeling oddly contented while clutching the box with the eyes, somewhat wondering when he could get another one.
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"Again, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you so much for coming and I hope you enjoy the night. Good evening to all of you."
A round of audible applause followed as Lord Lurix Dmitri finished his small speech. It was exactly two and a half weeks ago when one of his newest and most trusted bodyguard acquired two more Kuruta eyeball pairs. All in all, he got four Kuruta scarlet eyes to proudly display, along with his other new antiquities, on his annual celebration that was upheld on his manor. The man got so many visitors, some of them were active Mafias, or who got high status among the society. It was the second gathering the man had made this year; that was why he was so worked up about acquiring more merchandises.
