7. Unbreakable Kiss hisokuro :'O
Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.
Chrollo had imagined their meeting a thousand times, and imagined killing Hisoka a thousand times more. He’d daydreamed of plunging his hand through Hisoka’s heart, of ripping it from his chest to see if it existed at all. Poor comfort if it didn’t, but Chrollo didn’t expect to feel good once it was through. He only expected to see it through; nothing more, nothing less.
But daydreaming about it was infinitely different from living it. There was no white hot burst of rage that would overtake the instinctive throb his heart gave at seeing Hisoka’s face again. There was no fury or bloodlust to overshadow the hurt in a wave too strong to resist. As Chrollo looked into Hisoka’s eyes, as he breathed in the man’s familiar, pervasive scent…
All he could feel was hurt.
“Why?” he whispered, staring at Hisoka as the man steadily closed the distance between them. Despite the fight they’d fought, despite everything he’d done to end Hisoka that day, Hisoka still looked as perfectly coiffed as ever. Another magic trick?
“Why what?” Hisoka wondered, tapping at his chin. He was getting closer. Close enough that Chrollo should be readying himself for an attack, to attack. “You look just as beautiful as ever, you know. Grief suits you.”
Chrollo’s throat went tight. He wrapped his arms around himself, glaring at Hisoka with heat enough to burn.
“Oh, just look at you now,” Hisoka crooned, finally stepping into Chrollo’s personal space as fearlessly as he ever was. He brought up a hand to stroke Chrollo’s cheek. “Maybe anger suits you better.”
The touch was familiar. Too familiar, Chrollo tried to shy away from it, to put his hands to Hisoka’s chest and rip out the heart he wasn’t sure existed. He only managed to settle his palms on Hisoka’s chest. “Why did you do it?” He forced himself to speak, balling his hands into fists when Hisoka only pressed closer. “Why did you kill them? I gave you what you wanted.”
Was that a heartbeat he felt beneath his hands, or just the rumble of Hisoka’s laugh?
“But did you really?” Hisoka whispered, kissing Chrollo before he could think to move back.
Chrollo had imagined this a thousand times, but none of them had ever gone like this. He hadn’t needed to imagine the feeling of Hisoka’s warmth against his skin, or the taste of his kiss as he coaxed their lips and tongue to play. There was no need to imagine what he’d felt countless times before. The months they’d spent together overshadowed the one singular moment that sundered it all to pieces; this kiss was a mistake, and Chrollo wasn’t sure he could pull away.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. When Hisoka tried to move, Chrollo surged closer, following him. He clung to Hisoka’s shirt, kissing deeper, giving it all just as he had done before. He’d given so much, and still Hisoka felt the need to take. Even then. Even now. Would an eternity be enough for him?
He wasn’t sure if Hisoka had a heart…
But he didn’t really need one to break Chrollo’s to pieces.
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