A Piece of Kurapika (hunter x hunter fanfiction)

Compliant Kurapika

Disclaimer: This is just a fan-made story based on the original manga/anime. I do not profit from this nor am I affiliated with the creator. Writing just because I love HXH and Kurapika and Kuroro so much. Haha. Enjoy! Rated for Maturity. No minors please.

Yaoi. Man-to-Man. Bondage. Lemon. Stay away if you don't like the idea. Otherwise Enjoy!

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COMPLIANT KURAPIKA

Kurapika's back slammed against the shower tiles, his focus took a while to return and when it did Kuroro was right in front of him,

"You can teleport? Stealing ability sure is handy." Kurapika sneered but inside he was replaying how Kuroro only had to touch his arm with his hand and the next thing he knew he was slammed to the wall.

"Don't worry, you're the only victim I kept." he said in amusement. "And I see you haven't had enough last night."

"What are you talking about?" Kurapika frowned this time, he was aware that he was stark naked in front of his enemy, the man who took pleasure in his humiliation and gave no qualm about the amount of humiliation he gave him.

He tried to take a step back when Kuroro closed the gap between them but he was already trapped in the corner.

"As intelligent as you are, you probably learned something about yourself from last night?" the sharp and amused look Kuroro gave him irritated him.

"Yeah, I learned that being near you makes me want to kill myself but I can't do that since my friends would die if I commit suicide, so for the mean time I'd settle with bumping my head so hard I'd go unconscious every time I see you." he bit out, his voice deep and calm but in absolute rage.

Kuroro just released a laugh, "I thought you'd be more honest than that. You were thinking of doing it with that emission-user."

Kurapika's frown deepened, "Never bring my friends into this." he barked,

Kuroro's smile widened before he spoke, "When you touched him, you wished you've done it with him first, am I wrong? I can tell when someone's being dishonest."

Some of the tension left Kurapika's shoulders, "I doubt that. You weren't able to figure out Hisoka's plot for yourself." just as he thought he won with that retort, Kuroro grabbed his blonde hair with his left hand to push his head back so he was looking up at him,

"You sure are witty Kuruta, but when I ask you a question it's always best to answer it." Kuroro said casually, although Kurapika was stiff now, he felt the mood change and just like he thought he felt Kuroro grab his groin.

"Don't do this." He yelped out, "Fight me, don't you feel disgusted?" Kurapika gasped but his gaze never wavered, his piercing blue eyes fiercely stared into Kuroro's black ones.

Kuroro stared at the young Kuruta and his eyes darkened even more. Kurapika was in no shape and condition to fight back yet he was still full of spirit, disgust was far from what he was feeling at the moment. He was excited to shame, break and destroy him.

Kurapika fought to close his thighs but slick fingers suddenly wrapped around his member, stroking him in a slow, teasing rhythm with only one purpose, to make him lose his mind.

"Stay still." Kuroro said calmly when Kurapika began to thrash, "Or do you want me to invite your friends in so they can watch?"

"No.." Kurapika whispered, his body stilling at once at the mention of his friends. He gasped and Kuroro couldn't help himself, "Or do you want one of them taking my place while I watch? That emission-user perhaps,"

"Enough!" Kurapika clawed at the wall, "Anything," he said still gasping, Kuroro loosened his grip a bit, wanting to hear what his captive had to say, "I'll do anything, just DON'T bring them into this—" he choked before he continued, "They can't know."

"Hmm.." Kuroro paused, letting go of his hair to hold up his chin, "You'll be docile, compliant and quiet?" he teased, "You'll do anything despite knowing that my aim is to humiliate you?" Kuroro pushed. Kurapika looked up at him bravely, defiantly, yet his answer was as submissive as it could be,

"I said I'll do anything. On one condition,"

"You're not in a position to bargain, you may not be aware of it, but our bond has a flaw."

"What... What do you mean?" Kurapika couldn't control the shake in his voice,

"Let's just say that, the body is useless without the mind." Kuroro said lightly, his eyes sharpening on Kurapika's reaction, blue eyes widening upon the realization and the impact of Kuroro's statement. Kuroro smiled innocently, contently. He raised his point finger towards Kurapika's chin and tipped it up, "Good thing you're smart, stupid people bore me".

Kuroro stared right into his blue eyes, right then and there he saw how the blonde knew how wicked and twisted the leader of Ginei Ryodan could be. He was the kind of man who gained pleasure from watching a human get devoured piece by piece by his indoor fish, who doesn't bat an eyelash while a room full of people gets massacred by his Phantom Troupe, just for the heck of it.

Right then and there, Kuroro also saw that the younger man possessed that one character that he worked to instill in his Phantom Troupe members, he saw a stronger side to the chain user that made his blood hot and made him itch to crush him more.

He roughly turned Kurapika, pushing his front against the shower tiles, his pliant body positioned for Kuroro's convenience. "You'll regret this." Kuroro whispered to his ear. "I'll make sure you do." running his hands up and down Kurapika's front while the blonde closed his eyes in defeat.

"Your skin, is like alabaster," Kuroro said in wonder, the blonde posted both his hands on the wall for support, Kurapika was aware that they were deliberately unbound to test him.

"It's a fine quality human skin," and he whispered closer to Kurapika's, "I know someone who'll pay handsomely for this rare find."

He was teasing but Kurapika was not in the mood to be neither threatened nor taunted, he was letting the Phantom Troupe's Leader touch him, it was more than he could stomach, it was a wonder why he hadn't thrown up yet.

Kurapika had goosebumps running where Kuroro's touch had lingered. If he knew better, Kuroro wasn't pretending awe, he was really fascinated with his skin, it may be a Kuruta attribute or something else, but his skin was indeed like ivory, smoother, lighter and softer than any human skin even with all his experiences in training and fighting it never ceased to dull.

His hands fisted against the wall, the shower wasn't running, the silence was torture, he didn't dare make a single sound, he was aware that Kuroro was sharp and was paying attention to every single detail, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he's aware of every hair movement on his body.

The leader was not gigantic like Ubogin, he was fit like Leorio, also six years older than Leorio but it didn't show, his built was lean and sturdy, bigger than Kurapika and for some reason, Kurapika felt smaller than when he fought the giant Ubogin.

"Bend over." Kuroro murmured wickedly, knowing how much Kurapika was going crazy with hating every inch of his own soul right then.

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