Shower, Revisited | By : Brightdreamer Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 3412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Hunter x Hunter. If I did, there would be even more GAY than there already is!
A/N: Written for the lovely LostNyanko, originally for her birthday. *snuggles*
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Sitting propped up on pillows in bed, Kurapika looked down at the heavy book in his hands. He’d retreated back to this room to relax and clear his mind for the few hours before the gunship reached Zebil Island for the fourth Hunter Exam. But now, he’d been looking at this same page for several minutes, but couldn’t seem to read more than a few words before losing his train of thought. Blankly, he stared at the page, hoping the letters and symbols would start to magically make sense. The black ink swirled on the paper, losing its meaning as the Kuruta’s mind wandered again.
“There’s only one diving suit. We won’t be able to help him.”
Kurapika rubbed his forehead. Hanzo’s words kept echoing in his mind, bringing back the aching feeling of helplessness and loss that had seared his being at that moment. In an instant, everything had come crashing down on him, and he was paralyzed with indecision. He couldn’t give the order to break free, couldn’t leave, couldn’t do anything to help. But then...
“Gon’s helping...”
The sense of relief that had swept over him was nearly as strong as the fear. The decision had been taken out of his hands, and he no longer had to worry about leaving... someone behind. Everything had turned out well in the end, and now they were safely on their way to the next test. But...
He sighed, running his fingers over the lines in the book, trying unsuccessfully to return to his studies. Would it have been the same if it had been someone else trapped underwater? Would he have been so devastated if it were Killua, or Hanzo, or anyone other than...
“Hey, looks like you had the same idea,” a voice came from the doorway. Kurapika jumped slightly; lost in thought, he hadn’t even heard the door open. Unable to help himself, he stared at the man leaning on the doorframe.
Leorio...
Apparently oblivious to Kurapika’s stare, Leorio pushed away from the wall and ambled toward the bed. “Guess we should get some rest before the test, huh?” Kicking off his shoes, he flopped backwards onto the other bed. “Mmm, I’m gonna enjoy real blankets before we’re stuck out in the woods for days.”
Kurapika nodded absently, turning his attention back to the book in his lap. After a few moments, he realized that it was going to be even harder to concentrate with the subject of his thoughts lying a few scant feet away. He glanced over at the other, who was lying with his hands behind his head. “Leorio.”
The older boy opened one eye and looked over at him. “Hm?”
Kurapika stayed silent for a moment, wondering if he could put into words what he was feeling. “Are you... going to sleep?” he asked finally, deciding to take the easier way out. “I can go outside to read if the light bothers you.”
Leorio shrugged, then fluffed the pillow behind his head. “Nah, I think I’m just gonna rest a bit,” he said. “You can stay, I don’t mind.”
Staring down at the page again, Kurapika almost wished the other had asked him to leave. He also wished that he could just come out and say what he was rolling over in his head. Leorio, I don’t know what I would do if you ever died. Don’t ever leave me in that situation again. I hated that feeling and I think I’m falling for y...
Closing the book with a snap, the blonde sat up on his bed. He... had to get out of the room. His hands clenched in the blankets as he wondered how to make his exit. Leorio glanced over at him curiously. “Something wrong?”
Quickly, Kurapika shook his head. “No, nothing. I’m fine.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to go take a shower.” With that, he jumped out of bed and nearly fled the room.
Leorio stared up at the ceiling, wincing as he heard the bathroom door slam. A few moments later, the soft hiss of the shower told him that Kurapika had actually done what he said. The young would-be doctor sighed, picking absently at bits of fuzz on the blankets. Kurapika’s act hadn’t fooled him. He knew something was bothering his “roommate,” but he didn’t want to pry. He’d only just been able to get past the hard shell the Kuruta had erected around his emotions, and he didn’t want that wall between them again. Well, I just hope he gets his mind sorted out before we get to the island, he thought.
In the bathroom, Kurapika leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower, taking deep breaths of the steamy air. He had no idea what might happen once they reached the fourth test; he only knew that he could not afford to let another opportunity slide out of reach. Kurapika had never really taken the time to consider his emotions and desires-–other than revenge for his people, of course. But... this feeling for the man waiting in the next room-–it was like nothing he’d ever felt. The thought of losing Leorio was enough to send a sick jolt through his body, yet the idea of confessing any sort of... romantic notions toward him cause butterflies to spawn madly in his stomach. What was this? Kurapika never got nervous.
He knew he shouldn’t be so worried. After all, the other man had already given ample hints that he was interested. Unless Kurapika had misinterpreted his actions–-like coming out of the shower naked–-Leorio wouldn’t react badly. All Kurapika had to do was show his interest in return...
Suddenly, the Kuruta was struck with a bolt of inspiration. Why not turn Leorio’s own tactics against him? It was perfect.
Leorio lay quietly in bed, his head resting in his hands as he stared up at the ceiling. He should have been resting, he knew, but sleep eluded him despite the soft warmth of the pillows and blankets. Hearing the shower shut off, he thought of Kurapika. His roommate had hardly spoken to him since they’d escaped the storm, and Leorio wondered if he’d inadvertently done something to offend the other. He had been very careful about hinting at his feelings, especially after the disastrous shower incident.
A few minutes later, Leorio heard the bathroom door opening. Casually, he glanced over, then sat bolt upright, his mouth open wide. Kurapika stood in the doorway, wearing nothing more than a blush and a few glistening droplets of water. This was... the last thing Leorio would ever have expected, but oh, he was enjoying the sight.
Kurapika shifted his weight slightly, certain that his eyes were pulsing red. He could face danger and certain death calmly, but putting his feelings out in the open like this left his heart pounding. He almost took a step back as Leorio hopped out of bed and started toward him, but he forced himself to stand firm. He shivered a bit-–the cold metal under his feet was sucking the heat right out of his body. However, he couldn’t stop his gaze from slipping to the floor as Leorio stopped in front of him. “Kurapika... what...?”
Kurapika didn’t give Leorio time to finish his question. In one smooth motion, he looked up, grabbed the taller man by the back of his head, and pulled him down into a fierce, desperate kiss.
Leorio flailed for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden affection. Sometimes he forgot how much strength was hidden in the blonde’s lithe body! Recovering from his shock quickly, Leorio wrapped his arms around Kurapika’s waist and tilted his head to return the kiss in earnest.
Kurapika signed in relief. He hadn’t been wrong. Relaxing his arms, he lowered his hands to Leorio’s shoulders. His fingers trembling slightly, he slid one hound around and began loosening the man’s tie.
Leorio gulped as he felt his tie abruptly yanked off. He pulled back as Kurapika’s nimble fingers began undoing the top buttons on his shirt. “Hey... are you...?”
“Yes.” The younger man nodded quickly, working his way down Leorio’s chest. Once he’d finished with the buttons, he slid his hands under the material, brushing against Leorio’s skin and pushing the garment off his shoulders. “I... want you, Leorio,” he said, then took a deep breath. “I want to be close to you,” and never lose you again, he added silently, raising his gaze to meet the other’s. “I almost lost you today,” he said softly, leaning forward to press his lips to Leorio’s chest.
Leorio drew in a long, slow breath, both at the words and the sensation of Kurapika’s mouth seeking his nipple. He never imagined that his feelings for the Kuruta might be reciprocated; he’d “tested the waters” with his own after-shower stunt, and thought that Kurapika had made his own aversion obvious. Guess I should have a near-death experience more often, he thought ruefully. The reasons weren’t important, though; all that mattered was the fact that he currently had a very naked Kuruta seducing him. Quickly, he shrugged out of his shirt, then pulled Kurapika close again. Running the fingers of one hand through wet blond hair, he tilted Kurapika’s head back and kissed him, softer this time.
Pressing his hands against Leorio’s chest, Kurapika enjoyed the feeling of bare skin and firm muscles. Leorio’s hand at his waist pulled him forward, and he eagerly complied, grinding his hips against the other man’s. A hardening bulge strained at Leorio’s pants, and Kurapika lowered one hand to caress it eagerly. He tried not to think about what he was doing-–or what he most likely was about to do-–and concentrated only on the moment and the pleasurable feeling of Leorio against him.
Leorio broke off the kiss with a gasp as Kurapika’s fingers pressed against his quickly-growing erection. The Kuruta was aroused as well... his hips grinding against Leorio’s thigh proved that. Unintentionally, the older man glanced over toward the beds, wondering if it would be too forward to suggest a change of location.
Stepping back, Kurapika took Leorio's hands and began tugging him toward the bed. He hadn’t missed the man’s quick glance, and thought he’d spare the other the trouble of asking. “Come on, Leorio, we don’t have much time,” he stated, walking backwards. Reaching the bed, he sat with his knees parted and pulled Leorio close, between them. He quickly unfastened the button and zipper on the man’s pants, and without wasting time, he slid his fingers under the material, pushing it over Leorio’s hips.
Breathing heavily, Leorio held onto Kurapika’s shoulders as the other tugged his pants and underwear down his legs. “Kurapika...” he murmured, about to ask again if he was sure, but he stopped himself. Kurapikia had obviously made up his mind about what he wanted–why should Leorio argue with him? Hurriedly, he kicked off his pants, then eased the younger man back down onto the bed. Climbing up as well, he intended to lie beside him, but was startled as Kurapika pushed him over onto his back and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. The feeling of another hard length pressing against his own elicited a low groan from Leorio’s throat.
Kurapika echoed the sound quietly, grinding his hips against Leorio’s. Though he was usually a very patient person, he could barely hold himself back right now. Leorio felt so good underneath him, his erection rubbing against his, and his chest heaving unevenly.
Leorio’s hands fastened around Kurapika’s hips, tugging him even tighter to his body. “Come here,” he said, his voice husky with lust and need. Kurapika gladly obliged, lying completely atop the other and burying his face in the curve of Leorio’s neck. The two settled quickly into an urgent rhythm, writhing and grinding against one another, seeking more friction and release from the ever-building tension. Leorios’ hands clutched at his lover’s waist and hip, urging him on; Kurapika’s fingers tangled in Leorio’s cropped black hair as his breath hissed and panted in erratic puffs against the other’s chest.
Leorio forced himself to keep his eyes open, wanting to see every pleasured expression that crossed his new lover’s face. He couldn’t see much, however, as Kurapika currently had his face hidden in Leorio’s neck. Deciding he liked this just as well, Leorio closed his eyes, groaning as the sensations washed over him. A moment later, though, Kurapika arched back, his mouth open as a soft moan escaped his lips. Leorio looked up as Kurapika’s hand groped between their bodies, grasping and stroking, pressing their erections together. The Kuruta’s eyes opened, staring down at Leorio with pulsing red intensity. Leorio gasped, reaching down to cover Kurapika’s hand with his own, and keeping his gaze locked on the other man’s eyes.
A scant few moments later, Kurapika groaned louder than before, clutching his hand tighter and stroking faster. Leorio drew in a sharp breath as he watched the boy’s eyes flash a deep, intense red. The rumors were true... it was the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. He wanted to watch, to stare into those ruby depths forever, but liquid warmth was already flowing over his hand and stomach, and Kurapika’s eyes were closed, and then his own squeezed shut as every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation. Then he was flying over the edge as well, arching and writhing and groaning and it just kept going and oh, he never wanted it to stop...
Finally, Leorio came back to himself and found Kurapika slumped over him, his head resting on Leorio’s chest. Gently, he rubbed his hands over the boy’s back. “Hey... you all right?” he murmured with a bit of concern. Kurapika’s body was still trembling, and he was clinging to Leorio like a drowning man.
Kurapika took a deep breath. Unable to reply verbally, he nodded shakily against Leorio’s chest. Now that this had happened, he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to act... or feel, for that matter. Obviously, he felt good; little aftershocks of pleasure kept shivering through his body, drawing out sighs and quiet pants of breath. When he was able, he raised his head and looked down at the man beneath him. Leorio reached up to brush his fingertips lightly over Kurapika’s cheek. Though he was smiling, his eyes still showed a hint of concern. “You all right?” he asked again.
Kurapika pondered the question for a moment, rubbing his hands over his lover’s bare chest. He had just successfully seduced a man about whom he wasn’t even sure of his feelings a few days ago. He was on his way to unknown danger and possible death. He was seeking revenge for his decimated race. He had no idea what the future would bring. And... he was currently lying naked on top of Leorio.
With a small smile, Kurapika leaned down and kissed Leorio on the lips. After a moment, he pulled back just a bit, meeting the other man’s eyes.
“I’ve never felt better.”
The End!
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