A Piece of Kurapika (hunter x hunter fanfiction)

Taking Kurapika

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Rated M (Mature) YAOI. Please do not read if you are under 18, a homophobe or if you simply don't like YAOI.

A PIECE OF KURAPICA (Hunter X Hunter fanfic)

Chapter 5: Taking Kurapika

Kurapika sat still on the edge of the white king-sized bed. He stared at the floor, gritting his teeth, his palms chained behind his back, while Kuroro, white towel at hand, carefully dried his blonde hair in a casual manner.

Naked from head to toe, he tried to suppress the chill that threatened to sink in his body, he was vigilant and tense, he can't let his guard down.

Kuroro chuckled, "You're sitting like a rock, loosen up, I'm not going to hurt you... yet."

"That's supposed to make me relax? If I didn't know better, I'd think the Spider's Head is going mental. But then, you're Kuroro Lucifer, if this is some kind of ritual before you kill me, get it over with, now." He bit out, he felt Kuroro's palm rake through his nearly-dry hair and upon reaching his nape, grabbed a handful of yellow streaks and yanked his head back so that Kurapika looked up at him,

"Surprisingly, I think I'm going to have more fun with this that I expected." The older man said in a leveled tone, more to himself than to him. He let go and moved to the bedside table where a bottle of wine and a half-filled wine glass rested.

He took the glass and handed it to Kurapika, "Here you should drink this."

Kurapika, in all his nakedness, defiantly tilted his chin up to him and smirked bitterly, "With my hands cuffed behind my back I won't be able to and even if I could, I'd only spit it on your face."

"Suit yourself. I was only concerned that I may have overdone it."

Kurapika didn't bother himself with Kuroro's vague reply. He chose to be as still and as focused on himself as possible.

The space beside him sank with Kuroro's weight on it. He was sitting as comfortably as a King and Kurapika couldn't get more uncomfortable and aggravated.

"Interesting at all how you're not wondering why you're not cold when the room temperature is below 20 degrees Celsius." The comment alerted his mind. Now that he noticed, he was expecting chills but there weren't any. Coming out from a bath, shouldn't he had at least a shiver or two? But he can't be intimidated and fazed,

"You're one to talk." He stared at Kuroro's normal clothes, his signature white button-shirt and black slacks, making him look less dangerous than he really was.

"Unlike you," Kuroro said to hi face, " I have complete control of my nen abilities. No thanks to you, little Kuruta." Kurapika hated how deceivingly off guard the leader was, but then at his current state: stripped off his clothes and nen abilities, in the enemy's lair with his hands cuffed behind his back, he won't be a threat to anyone,

"Fine, I'll play along, should 'I' be freezing to death and squirming? Was that your plan?" his voice was normal but calculating,

"No. But you'll find out soon. It's supposed to take half a day, but I 'accidentally' upped the dose and you refused the remedy." Kurapika frowned this time.

Kurapika didn't know Kuroro Lucifer much but one thing he was certain of was that he didn't do 'accidents' and the man was acting too lax and weird.