~ Those Eyes ~

Realization ~ A Prologue

Somewhere in Meteor City, in a dingy and vacant apartment complex, two teenage boys lay together in a shabby, cluttered, but relatively clean bedroom. They lay side by side on a dark purple duvet atop a plush futon. Stacks of books, of all ages, sizes, binding types, subjects and languages, towered around them; some collapsed in piles. Giant pillar candles in heavy gold candelabras (boosted from a new church uptown by Chrollo) cast a cozy glow around the room as they burned. The silence was not unwelcome. Chrollo paged through a thick leather volume with gilt pages while Illumi tapped away on a tablet. Moments like these gave the boys a few minutes of peace that were not common in the lives of an assassin and a master thief-come-gang leader.

These meetings had become frequent between Chrollo Lucifer, leader of the newly formed Phantom Troupe, and Illumi Zoldyck, the "rich kid" Chrollo met at a nightclub several months ago while Illumi was stalking a target. Chrollo had chatted up Illumi and bought him drinks. At least, he bought them when Illumi was too distracted to notice he was being paid for. Illumi happily engaged, originally just to ensure he blended in, but soon he forgot about his target (and was grossly punished for it later by his father). He grew to be curious and incensed with the dark carbon-grey eyes that smiled at him. They reminded him of the color of the sea before a storm, or maybe the carbon fiber on the accents of his jacket he was wearing. It was a color unlike he had seen before. And Illumi always noticed eyes. Always.

Although immune to many poisons, alcohol and recreational drugs were a different story if he hadn't prepared beforehand by taking one of Milluki's preventive failsafe potions. And that night he hadn't. He hadn't intended to drink at all.

Both teens were a bit tipsy when Chrollo had a moment of confidence and asked Illumi to "get out of here" with him. Illumi had asked why and Chrollo had replied "to get to know each other better". Despite being warned about the Ryodan by his father and grandfather, Illumi had decided that getting to know a prominent gang leader personally couldn't hurt his networking, as long as he didn't reveal too much about himself anyway.

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At this point in Chrollo's life, having discovered the wonders of sex only recently, he had since made sure that he experienced all that he had the opportunity to. Mostly this was limited to a few of his female acquaintances, but also Machi, the Troupe's unofficial medic. Hisoka also made several advances towards Chrollo as he was openly bisexual. And one night Chrollo had actually allowed an intoxicated hookup, the bright-haired magician determined to give his Danchou a blowjob - knowing it was Chrollo's first from a male. This only occurred because he and the Troupe had gotten a hold of some Ecstasy pills that night. And the Troupe's unwavering leader, for once, lacked self-control. He simply didn't have the power to stop Hisoka's talented mouth on his needy cock. They were good friends though, old friends, and being that they both had comedic personalities, no awkwardness arose between them. This was also because Hisoka never gave up hitting on his boss after having a taste.

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Chrollo had gone to the club that night to meet a new girl perhaps, or maybe to charm one he already knew into some drunken bathroom sex. He was very selective and never had unprotected sex so he saw no harm in his escapades. But tonight, disappointingly, no one caught his eye. He, himself, caught many as always, with his charm, his youthful, muscular build (which he worked hard at these days) and with those steely gray bedroom eyes.
But the only individual that tickled his fancy that night, oddly enough, was a guy - albeit a doll-like, porcelain-skinned boy. This particular young man had eyes like lagoons of crude oil, instantly drawing you into the heavy blackness, never to pull yourself back out. The boy was slightly taller than Chrollo, lithe, bands of muscle evident on his otherwise slim build. His body accentuates by the tight sleeveless shirt he wore, tight leggings with cargo pockets and several straps around defined thighs containing.....straight pins??? The mysterious figure's hair cascaded down over his shoulders, loose. It was blacker than night, thick and silkier and healthier looking than Chrollo had ever seen on a boy or a girl.