Chaining the Spider

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Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Life is crazy right now, and I bet all of you are going through similar experiences. I hope you are all safe and well! Thank you for the support and enjoy the story!

Chrollo POV

Every now and again Kurapika shifted against me without knowing. I laid next to the sleeping blond, enjoying the warmth beside me and his soft golden hair that would tickle me every so often. 

The slight weight of Kurapika in the places where our bodies touched enthralled me. Ruffling sheets, yet again, Kurapika positioned his body to curve into mine. Like two pieces of a puzzle, our bodies seemed to be made for one another.  Kurapika's back to my chest, his ass on my groin. Even his legs were fitted comfortably against me. 

It was perfection. Though, truth be told, I was scared to move for I might cause time to catch up with us. Outside of this room, the day was beginning. This included all things related to the day, such as the sunlight that crept slowly into our bedroom window attempting to wake the blond.

Out of fear of making reality catch up to us, I stayed still and silent, allowing myself to simply observe the boy. His pale skin was slightly flushed. Kurapika's frail hand was in my own, allowing me to graze his tender extremity with my fingers. 

Realizing how breakable the boy was made me want to keep him here with me in order to protect him against those who would try and hurt him. With a sudden pang in my gut, I realized, that if things played out differently, one of the people out to hurt Kurapika would have been me.

Instinctively, I cringed at that thought.

In the distance, I could hear Leorio shouting nonsense early in the morning, causing me to chuckle and momentarily forget about my past worry. My smile soon turned to a frown as the shouting turned into footsteps that were rapidly approaching.

I froze, unable to do anything but sweat. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. I thought we had more time, I thought we had a little longer, I thought-

The footsteps came to a stop. I waited for some sign or indication that the door was about to open in order to brace myself, but it never happened. Rather, after a moment or two, the footsteps continued on their way without ever entering the room.

I let go of a breath I did not know I was holding. To keep Kurapika as close as possible to me, my hold on him tightened. 

As much as I told myself that it was a mundane wish to lay in bed all day with Kurapika, the ache in my chest stated otherwise. I felt the passing of time like a growing pressure.

I was vastly aware of each moment, because, it was another passing second that meant my time with Kurapika was drawing near.

Sleeping beside me was a physical aspect of Kurapika that I have only recently become aware of. The exposed angle of his adam's apple, his slender thigh perched on top of the sheet, the lean muscular upper body of someone who fights to stay alive.

If I were to go back in time and tell myself that this boy was Uvogin's killer, I would end his life without a second thought. Here, laying next to me, he was completely bare. On full display for me to see. If I truly wanted to, I could easily kill him. 

Kurapika must know that deep down. Yet, here he lays, next to me drooling. And I am completely infatuated. 

Kurapika looked like what he was, a young man. But underneath that innocent look was a dangerous mind that was dead set on revenge. Revenge, more specifically, on the phantom troupe. 

The phantom troupe was more than just some gang of thieves that I conjured up in Meteor city. No, they were my friends, my family, my entire world. Without them, I quite literally would not know who I would be. My entire identity and past resides within them.

But the question remains, can I pick between my lover and my former self? 

If I were to pick Kurapika over my troupe, I would only be a burden to his cause for revenge. I simply cannot bring myself to fight those who made me who I am, no matter how much I truly care for the boy. On the other hand, If I were to pick my troupe over Kurapika, I do not think I can bring myself to kill the man I made love to. 

I looked at the blond, examining the rise and fall of his chest. Would he hesitate to kill me, or would he do it without blinking? 

With Kurapika, you were always dealing with his mind. In battle or in bed, he drove himself more than he should in order to accomplish whatever he told himself he would do. Kurapika created impossible tasks for himself to complete and drove his body to the brink every single time. 

So, would Kurapika justify killing or not killing me? 

I found myself smirking at this thought. It was amusing, thinking of how Kurapika would react to the chance of ending the one who caused him pain, but also a night of pleasure. 

As little as I knew about Kurapika's mind, I am the opposite when it comes to his body. You could say I am an expert on Kurapika's body after a few short days. I know how certain strokes and angles can draw surprises from him. I know how he slightly hesitates before trying something new to him. Most importantly, I know how he makes love. 

Stirring, Kurapika shifted a fraction closer to me. As I placed a hand on his head, Kurapika made a soft sound of pleasure that would be stored in the back of my mind for the rest of my life. 

Within an instant, Kurapika was blinking his eyelids, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. I watched Kurapika become aware of his surroundings and awake in my arms. 

Anxiety swarmed my mind as I thought of the various reactions he could have when he sees me, a reminder of what has past between us. However, when Kurapika looked at who was beside him, he smiled at me. My breath caught and my eyes widened. I never thought Kurapika could at me like that.

"Kurapika, I-" 

I started to speak, not entirely sure what I was going to say. Luckily, Kurapika stopped me before I said anything too stupid. 

"No, me first."

Nodding, I simply sat back to watch his expression as he formulated how to say whatever was on his mind. My mind raced with the worse case scenarios of what he could say, and where that would put our relationship.

Though, as hard as I try, I would have never guessed what he would have said right then and there after waking up next to me.

"I want to join the phantom troupe."