~ Those Eyes ~

Chapter 2 - 'To Distinguish a Flame'

"So when are you going to kill me?" Chrollo whispered into Illumi's ear, half teasing, half serious, as his attacker's  sweet, hot mouth now nipped and sucked gently at his neck.
Illumi was functioning almost completely off instinct by now, never having kissed another person's body like this. He just couldn't resist the urge to taste Chrollo's skin. And after the first, he found that one taste simply was not sufficient.

"Kuro...." Illumi repeated, having said nothing else besides Chrollo's pet name since their little makeout session began.
"Hmmmm… hey, do me a favor, hide…no... dispose of my body really well okay? I don't want to be found dead with my dick hard." Chrollo smiled, burying his face in dark satiny locks at Illumi's neck. The boy smelled divine. This incited a growl from deep in Chrollo's chest. He bucked his hips up, again grinding against Illumi's cock. This made the younger man dizzy, able to only lean forward closer to Chrollo to steady himself.

---You're in public, Illumi. You mustn't disgrace your family. Self-indulgence is bad enough.… ---
.….But I can't stop. I want this. I need it.---

Two voices dueled in Illlumi's head.

---And he wants me. He actually wants ME! ---
…. But, this impropiety! With another man! What will Father say!?---

Thoughts swirled in his head endlessly. But they were quickly becoming farther and farther away, holding less and less importance.

Illumi's arms locked behind his old friend's neck. He leaned down as close as he could so he could kiss and bite and lick and taste as much of Chrollo as he could, while still maintaining the hypnotic  rhythm they'd worked themselves into..

Having no care at all to being on a random almost-public  park bench, Chrollo's hands and fingers roamed across the slim but muscular chest above him, then dipped down the back of Illumi's waistband. The kisses and nips bestowed on his own neck grew rougher. Chrollo assumed Illumi's ability to elongate his canines and fingernails was the cause of the razor sharp raking across his collarbone and chest, his shirt long ago undone. It seemed as though the shy, virginal Illumi he once knew had turned into a being of pure lustful temptation all in a matter of minutes. Chrollo just resigned himself to the tortuous pleasure, arching his back up to Illumi, losing himself in the heightening pleasure. No female had ever driven him to such raw need so quickly, and merely through clothed contact at that.

Fewer and fewer logical thoughts were on their minds as both boys became closer and closer to climax. Illumi's breathing was ragged, and Chrollo couldn't help the small moans that escaped his lips. Hearing these  only urged Illumi on.

"Kuro….I'm... I'm sorry…." Illumi panted. "I can't kill you. I…need you. And I…want….I want…."

"Don't you dare apologize….and please, please don't stop. I know what you want.... I want you too... "
Chrollo was smirking again, but his lips remained parted, gasping.

Chrollo roughly grabbed a fistful of Illumi's hair at the base of his neck, eliciting from the boy a delicious moan.

---So he likes pain, does he?---

With that he pulled Illumi close and finally fiercely kissed him. Both whimpered into each other's mouth. Their kiss grew needy, as if they were parched to the bone and drinking from oases. Soft lips teased each other. Tongues entwined, dancing a forbidden dance.

That kiss and the passion it delivered to the core of their souls was enough. They both broke the kiss at the same time and cried out in unison, heads tossed back. Arcing into each other, long rolling waves coursed through their starved bodies again and again.
Chrollo's arms were wrapped tightly around Illumi's torso, his forehead rested against the assassin's chest. He could feel the boy's chest heave labored breaths. Illumi held Chrollo even tighter, his legs now shaking, struggling to hold the rest of him upright on Chrollo's lap.