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The mission was going as smoothly as you had hoped.

Thanks to the intel Shal and Paku provided, you and Chrollo had managed to infiltrate the party (with you posing as his date), case the main floor (while you tried to ignore his hand at the small of your back), and slip away to the (for another twenty minutes) unguarded second floor to the room with the hidden vault. You watch as your danchou moves quick, clever hands over the lock, picking it in no time at all. He glances back at you as the door opens, a small smile playing across his calm features. Did he catch you staring? You break eye contact quickly, turning to scan the room the two of you are in. The door is still shut and locked. It looks like a sitting room. Not exactly where you would think to put a hidden vault, but you suppose that’s the point of hiding the vault, right?

The creak of the vault door breaks the silence and your train of thought, drawing your attention back to your boss and the task at hand. You watch as Chrollo reaches into the vault, drawing out the tome the two of you had come to steal (though any in the Troupe would have accompanied your danchou if he had asked, you were the only one actually interested enough in the target to volunteer), and gently places it into the messenger bag he brought for the occasion. Closing the vault, Chrollo stands, releasing a breath with the motion. His eyes lock on yours, and you feel your heart skip. Need to stop crushing on your boss. He wouldn’t date a spider leg anyway. You mentally chide yourself, but you know you can’t help it. From the moment he invited you to join the spider, you had done little but imagine your boss pressing those full lips to your neck, running those nimble fingers over your curves, grinding his hips against yours…

“Convenient of them to make it so easy for us. Let’s go.” Chrollo interrupted your increasingly guilty thoughts, striding toward the door.

You follow, only a step behind, as he picks up his suit jacket from where it is folded over the back of a chair, draping it over his arm to conceal the bag.

“Danchou, let me go first. I’m supposed to be guarding you, remember?” You suggest, half teasing. He shoots you an amused look, standing to the side of the door with an “after you” motion. Though your nen is more suited to heavy hits and you are supposed to be along as a bodyguard, there is no question as to who was actually stronger between you and the specialist. Just one more thing you find so irresistible about him.

Before you can open the door, it opens itself. Violently. In the doorway is a mountain of a man, glowering down at the two of you. In an instant, you know two things. One, this has to be the enhancer Shal and Paku warned you about, and two…two, he knew you were up to no good. There would be no talking your way out of this.

Leaping forward and readying your nen, you push the giant out into the hallway, thankful there is only one other person there. Less thankful that the other, smaller figure is obviously the other nen user tasked with guarding the vault. From the intel, this one is a manipulator, and before you can move to block him, he slips past you through the door. Danchou should be fine on his own. You focus back on the large man you’re fighting. You make every blow count, and dispatch him as quickly and quietly as you are able. Size difference notwithstanding, there’s a reason you’re qualified to be a part of the Troupe.

Brushing yourself off, you walk back into the sitting room to check on your boss. Your concern is unfounded, however, as you walk in to find Chrollo pulling an expensive looking pen out of the back of the man’s skull while the last trails of a shimmery pink mist hovering above him dissipate into the air.

“Are you okay, Danchou?” You look him over as you ask, but he doesn’t even look as though he was fighting. His hair falls perfectly over the cloth concealing his forehead tattoo, in a way that you know was carefully styled to appear messy and effortless. He even managed to not get blood on his shirt.

“Yeah. I’m alright. We should be gone before they find the bodies.” He bends over to retrieve his dropped suit jacket and bag, and as he stands, you watch as his cold grey eyes drag over your body. Assessing, you figure. He didn’t ask if you were okay, but you suppose he can see for himself. You’re standing. A few scrapes and bruises, but nothing too bad. Your dress, however…there will be no saving it. You sigh.

“Shall we?” You give him a small smile and offer your arm (jokingly, you insist to yourself), which he takes, arranging you by his side in a way that would seem more natural to the upper-class guests at the party downstairs. Before you step through the door to the first floor, Chrollo turns you, gently tucking several errant strands back into your updo. Your breath hitches at the intimate touch, and for a second, you think you see a light blush dusting his pale cheeks. That’s…weird. You pay closer attention to your boss as you move through the throngs of people to the entrance, and retrieve his car from the valet. By this point, a light sheen of sweat is dampening the edges of Chrollo’s head band, and his eyes have a slightly glazed look. When the valet brings the car, Chrollo slips into the passenger seat without a word. Chrollo always drives, unless it’s an emergency. You start to actually worry.

Chrollo has his sweaty hairband removed before you even make it around to the driver seat. As you buckle up and put the car in gear, you watch out of the corner of your eye as he loosens, then removes his tie. Then unbuttons the top button on his shirt. Then another.

“Danchou?” Your voice stops him before he unfastens a third button. Instead, he raises his gaze to you, and though you can’t meet it without risking driving off the road, you can’t help but feel an intensity that isn’t usually there. You take his attention as response enough to continue.

“Did the manipulator manage to use his nen on you before you killed him?” Shal and Paku hadn’t gotten any details about the manipulator’s specific hatsu, but Chrollo was acting very strangely. The effects of a manipulator’s nen, stronger in death, could certainly account for that. Your voicing it, however, seemed to make it easier for your boss to compartmentalize.

“I’m not sure. If his hatsu was the mist…I may have breathed some.”

“Oh. Damn. Let’s get you back to the hotel before whatever the full effects are kick in.” You drove faster.

…..

When you get back to the hotel, you carry Chrollo’s coat and bag while he walks slightly ahead of you, pacing silently through the hallways toward both of your rooms. While keeping an eye on your boss, whose control was slipping enough to have let his normally impeccable zetsu go, you frantically text Shalnark, hoping he might be able to dig up more information on the manipulator’s hatsu.

When you reach the rooms, you slip a hand into the jacket you carry, pulling out Chrollo’s key card and opening his door. As you move to follow him in, he turns, putting a too-warm hand on your shoulder to block you. You regard him, confused.

“I…don’t think it would be a good idea.” His normally smooth voice is slightly husky. It’s the most he’s said since the car ride, but it only makes you frown.

“Danchou. I’m not going back to my room until we figure out what that bastard did to you. So you can let me in, or I can sit in the hall all night. But I’d really prefer you let me in.”

Chrollo’s hand on your shoulder tenses as his eyes flash his irritation, before he shrugs. He runs his thumb across your clavicle before finally breaking eye contact with you, removing his hand from your shoulder and letting you pass before shutting and locking the door behind you.

You’re very weirded out by how expressive your boss is being. It’s almost the inverse of how he normally interacts with you. Generally, he will patiently explain everything, calmly speaking in his lovely voice for as long as he needs to, but never giving away how he feels about anything. Now…it’s almost like the manipulator’s hatsu made him more feral. Weird.

You follow Chrollo into the hotel room, watching as he unbuttons his dress shirt, tossing it onto a chair. He is shirtless often when among the spiders, and seems uncomfortably warm now. No big deal. You gulp. You’re worried about him, but it’s difficult to not be distracted by the way his muscles ripple as he restlessly moves around the room. His dress shoes and socks are next to go. At one point, you’re pretty sure he forgets you’re even there and starts to take off his belt, before stilling his hands. Finally, he gets two bottles of water out of the mini-fridge, tossing one to you and uncapping his own. He doesn’t sit, but leans on his elbows over the back of the chair across from you, settling his intense grey gaze on you at last.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here,” he takes a drink of water, thinking a moment as he swallows, “but I believe I know what was done to me. And what it will take to wear off.”

“Well, that’s good, right?” You look at Chrollo with hopeful eyes. It’s impressive to you that he was able to figure out what was happening to him while still under its influence.

“Not necessarily,” a wry smile tugs at his lips, “I’ll need to leave for the night.”

“Wait, why? You’re all sweaty and fidgety. Where are you going to go? I’ll bring you whatever you need.” You hope the desperation in your voice isn’t obvious. A part of you that cares for your boss way more than is entirely professional mostly just wanted him to stay put and safe while you take care of whatever needs doing to get him back to normal.

Chrollo chuckles lowly, bringing the bottle of water to press against his feverish forehead. HIs eyes close as the chill eases the burning for a moment before he withdraws the bottle and opens his eyes, focusing on you once more.

“I doubt you want to bring me sex workers. And that’s what I need to make the manipulator’s hatsu run its course.” He maintains eye contact with you while you process his words.

“Wha-oh? Oh. Oooooh,” you pause, eyes wide and focused on nothing in particular, just reacting with sudden understanding. Chrollo makes a neutral face and straightens from his leaning. He takes a step toward the door, fully expecting to be locking the door behind you, but you make no move to leave. He turns, raising an eyebrow in your direction. You snap back to focus on his eyes, his cautious expression. Your mind is made up.

“Use me.”

Chrollo takes a step toward you before stopping, certain he misheard.

“You don’t-”

“Danchou,” you cut him off easily, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze “Use me.”

You stand decisively, facing your boss, and take a step toward him. It’s all the invitation he needs.

Chrollo closes the remaining distance between you before you can open your mouth to continue trying to convince him. You let out a small, surprised noise as his lips find yours, claiming your mouth in a rough kiss. Chrollo nips your lower lip, demanding entrance, and you oblige, kissing him back passionately. His hands roam your figure, one settling at your hip as the other tangles in your hair, holding you in place as he continues plundering your mouth. You’ve gotten over your surprise and are starting to enjoy yourself when his grip tightens in your hair. He breaks the kiss, tilting your head back to give him access to your neck. Chrollo nips and sucks his way down your neck, pausing to give a harder bite over your pulse, sucking the sore point until you are sure you’ll have a bruise. He moves to get a better angle, and the evidence of his arousal brushes your thigh. Done being passive, you palm him through his pants, drawing a sharp breath from him.

“Danchou…” you sigh, feeling his hips jolt, bucking into your hand. Chrollo lets out a groan that turns into a growl as you continue to stroke him through the layers of clothing. He ends his assault on your throat, leaning his head back, eyes closed in a moment of pleasure before he places both hands on your hips and directs you backwards until the backs of your thighs bump against the bed. He kisses you again, more gently this time, distracting you as he rips away what was left of your bloodstained and wrecked dress. You make a noise of protest, and Chrollo breaks the kiss, smirking.

“It was already a mess,” he says lowly, pressing his lips to your shoulder, “I’ll replace it.”

It is more obvious to you now, the effects of the manipulator’s hatsu. Chrollo’s pupils are blown wide, and his breath fans rapid patches of warmth across your skin as he continues his exploration of your body. Your hands slip over his sides to his back, feeling his muscles tense as he roves his mouth over your clavicles. His own hands have started to shake as he reaches behind you to unhook your bra. After a moment of trying, he lets out a huff and straightens, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

“I need this to go faster. I hope you don’t mind,” his voice is shaky, but there is an undercurrent of command to his words, and one of desperation.

You reach back to unhook your own bra, and after a beat, you shimmy out of your underwear as well. So much for a slow and romantic first time with your crush. Still, you think as you lay back on the bed, at least he trusts you enough to do this for him.

Chrollo removes his pants and underwear in one motion, tossing them aside and turning back to you, stroking himself as he regards you with a lustful, stormy gaze. You eye him from where you’re laying, certain that the small amount of foreplay you just engaged in didn’t make you nearly wet enough to account for his size. Still, your boss palming his thick cock while giving you such a…needful look through his thick dark lashes is making a matching need begin to pool in your core. It had been less than a minute since he last touched you, but your skin feels starved for the sensation of his hands, his lips…

“Chrollo, please…” actually saying his name feels strange on your tongue, but you feel like now is as good a time as any to be a little less formal with your boss.

Obligingly, Chrollo climbs onto the bed, caging your body with his. He moves slowly, the effort to keep from ravaging you evident in the tension of his crawl. You’re grateful. You’re not exactly fragile, but you have little doubt he could easily break you if he truly lost control. It’s nice that he seems to care enough not to.

You wrap your legs around his narrow, muscular waist, urging him to hurry up and take you. Chrollo leans down to kiss you as he sheathes himself inside you in one thrust. You were right, you’re not nearly wet enough for this. It hurts. You bite back a pained groan. He lets out a small gasp before beginning to thrust, and it seems his concern for you isn’t enough to grant you time to adjust to the sting of him stretching you. He’s bottoming out inside you with every thrust, and before long, the stinging subsides, replaced by a delicious building heat stoked by the pounding you’re receiving. Your hands move to his shoulders, holding on tight for support as he fucks you into the mattress.

Chrollo reaches a hand between the two of you, giving your neglected clit some attention. He rubs slow circles with his thumb, never slowing the harsh pumping of his hips. HIs eyes are locked on yours, the look on his face almost apologetic, but no less driven for it. He speeds up, a hitch in his breath as he seems to be nearing his end. Chrollo leans back down to kiss you again, and a particularly sharp thrust, combined with his persistent assault on your clit, tips you over the edge. Your hands tighten, digging your fingernails into his back as you come apart on his cock. He swallows your moan, fucking you through your orgasm as your walls flutter around his length. As you come down from your high, his hips stutter and after a few moments, he lets out a soft groan as he spills himself inside you.

You loosen the grip of your legs on his waist, hissing at the sensation tugging his still-hard cock slightly out of your abused cunt. You’re stopped by Chrollo’s hand, spread on your stomach, keeping you from moving further. His eyes are closed, a slight frown on his face.

“Chrollo?” You raise a hand to touch his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone and smoothing a soft lock of raven hair away from his eyes. He opens his eyes, a look of frustration evident.

“Damn,” he curses, and starts to move inside you again. Your eyes widen. Apparently, once wasn’t enough to burn out the manipulator’s hatsu. You’re still sensitive from the session you just had with barely any foreplay, and now again? No refractory period? You groan, laying an arm across your eyes dramatically. Chrollo takes your hand, moving your arm away from your face.

“Look at me.”

You do. He’s going slower this time. He’s still fucking you like it’s a compulsion, but he seems more in control. You take this as a good sign. From his position above you, Chrollo runs a hand down your chest, paying attention to your breasts. He lowers his head to suck at one nipple, then the other. You let out a soft whine when he stops. He pulls you up against him by your hips, and you let out a cry at the depth he hits when he angles into you. Raising your leg to his shoulder, your boss pistons into you, dragging across all the good spots with every thrust. If he was barely present through the haze last time, he is definitely watching your reactions this time. You don’t want to disappoint him. You meet his eyes, the deep grey boring into yours, and lick your lips.

“Come here.” You arch your back, and Chrollo smirks as he leans down to you, pressing your leg against your chest. At this angle, you’re completely at the mercy of his thrusts. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing the kiss you want so badly. Hovering a few inches above your lips, he lets out a low chuckle, and surprises you by softly murmuring your name.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for a while.” His voice is low, and for a second, you think you misheard. Then he kisses you, tongue stroking along your own, a low, satisfied hum vibrating from his throat, and you know he wants this just as much as you.

He drops your leg from his shoulder, flipping you over on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder, watching as he slides into you from behind. His hands grip your hips almost painfully, and he withdraws to the tip, snapping his hips to sheath himself inside you once more. The pace he sets isn’t exactly leisurely. He fucks into you like he needs it, and you can’t help but make a noise every time the head of his cock hits your cervix. He leans down over your back, one hand slipping around to rub his clever fingers over your clit. You buck against his hand, and you can feel his chuckle against the back of your neck. He presses his lips against your shoulder as he takes you, rutting into your dripping core as if he didn’t just cum minutes prior. You whimper as you feel yourself approaching release again, and Chrollo angles his hips to hit your G-spot, all the while rubbing your clit.

“Come for me,” he commands, and you obey. You see stars as you come undone around him, arms giving out to leave you face down with your ass ground against him. You moan his name into the mattress, and he strokes a hand over your hip reassuringly. He takes a few shallow thrusts while you recover, dragging his cock across your twitching walls. His hands tighten on your hips, and he pulls you up, speeding up his pace. The overstimulation has you incoherent. You’re moaning and begging, for what, you don’t know. Chrollo uses you to chase his orgasm, finally burying himself deeply within you and painting your walls with warm spurts of white. Your name is on his lips as he comes, so soft you barely hear it.

Chrollo pulls out of you, finally beginning to soften, and you make a noise at the sensation and sudden emptiness. He lays down beside you, urging you to lay against him. You collapse the rest of the way, breathing still uneven. You look up at Chrollo, and now that the manipulator’s nen has worn off, he appears to be back to normal. He’s a little sweaty, and a little rumpled, but to be fair, you had no way of knowing whether that’s the norm for him after sex. You make a mental note to find out.

“Danchou, I need a…” What, a towel? A shower? You still can’t quite think straight. Chrollo looks down to where his release is oozing from your battered pussy and grimaces, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let me get you a towel.” He grinned when you called him danchou. The two of you definitely need to have a talk, but it can wait. You find yourself a little grateful to the manipulator. Without his interference, who knows how long it would have taken for you to admit your feelings for your boss?

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It’s been a month since your encounter with the manipulator’s hatsu led to you sleeping with your boss. In spite of his assertions in the moment that it was something he had wanted with you for a while, and the way he softly held you in his arms as the two of you fell asleep, he had said nothing to you about the incident since that night. The following morning, the two of you checked out of the hotel, and returned to the hideout to meet up with Shal and Paku. Chrollo had set up payment for everyone’s assistance in what was a fairly self-serving mission for him, and he’d said he would be in touch. Just like at the end of any mission. When Shal and Paku had left, you lingered to see if he would say something, but he just took the bag with the book, giving you a small smile before he told you he would call if he had a mission for you. You told yourself you were probably imagining the softness in his eyes when he looked at you.

And now, you tell yourself that you should ignore the fluttering of your heart as you look down at your phone, at the text from Chrollo. An address. A time. A date. But not a date, you remind yourself. If he had wanted that with you, he’d had so much time and opportunity to set something up. So you steel your nerves and pack a bag, booking an airship to the city specified. At least it will be soon. You’ll see him soon.

…

Disembarking the airship, you catch a cab to the address specified. You’re not entirely surprised to see that it’s a museum. You’re a little early, force of habit, and you find a bench in the shade across from the entrance where you can see everyone coming and going. It’s a bright day, the spring sunshine keeping the people walking up and down the museum steps from feeling winter’s lingering chill in the air. In the shade, though, it’s cooler. You shiver as you watch the entrance, waiting for anyone you know to walk by.

To kill time, you pull up the museum exhibits on your phone. This particular building houses natural history specimens. You scroll through the different features, wondering what your boss is looking to acquire. There doesn’t seem to be anything new coming through town, so your biggest question is “Why now?”

You hum to yourself, trying to figure out what you were getting yourself into.

“You should be more attentive.” Chrollo’s quiet, calm voice speaks up next to you. You glance up from your phone, throwing him a small smile. From the way he is sitting on the bench beside you, so casually, it is difficult to tell how long he had been there.

“And you shouldn’t sneak up on people.” You know better than to think you would have been able to detect Chrollo before he wanted you to.

Your boss smirks at you, standing and offering you his hand.

“Shall we?” You try to ignore the heat creeping into your face as you slip your hand into his, following Chrollo into the museum.

You are surprised when he buys tickets for you both, leading you through the different floors and exhibits, looking at different pieces, occasionally stopping to tell you about the history of this or that. On occasion, you stop him, asking questions or just taking a while longer to admire a fossil or piece of jewelry. After a while, your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What are we here for, Danchou?” You’re near the exit of the hall of gems, the lighting dim to better show off the specimens spotlighted behind thick acrylic. People brush past the two of you as you turn to Chrollo, your question evident in more than your words. You lower your voice. “Are you just shopping for later, or…” Or does he plan to rob the museum right now? You raise an eyebrow at your boss, waiting for his response.

Chrollo chuckles, slowly raising a hand to cup your cheek. His thumb slides over your lower lip, and in your surprise, you do nothing to stop him. In spite of the public nature of the intimate touch, you find yourself too busy studying his face, entranced by the way his eyes follow the motions of his thumb in tracing your lips. Finally, he hums before replying.

“No, I think not. Really, I just thought it had been too long since I had you all to myself.” Chrollo smiles, his hand sliding down to caress your neck before the light brush of his fingers trails down your arm and his hand finds yours. He gives it a squeeze. “And I thought we were beyond the pleasantries. You can certainly call me by my name when we’re alone.”

You blink, the spell momentarily broken. Chrollo’s hand in yours grounds you, and you turn, giving him a little pull as you make your way out of the exit and into the larger corridor of the museum. You spare him a glance as you walk, your hands still entwined.

“So. Is this a date, then?” You can’t help but smile a little at the idea. You’d done many things with Chrollo. You’d fought by his side. Killed for him. Had a night of passionate sex with him when he needed someone he trusted. But still. In spite of the feelings you’d long ago admitted to yourself, the last thing you’d expected was for him to want to date you.

Chrollo smirks when you glance at him.

“I suppose you could call it that,” he murmurs, raising your joined hands to kiss the back of yours.

You try to ignore the way your voice hitches in your throat when you next speak.

“Are there any other exhibits you want to see? Or should we get out of here?”

…

Chrollo being the only one of you with a car, he drives you back to his hotel.

“You were so eager to see me, you didn’t bother booking a hotel or a rental car?” Chrollo’s tone is light, teasing, as he takes your hand to lead you out of his car, tucking it tight into his elbow as the two of you walk inside.

“Your text just said a time, date, and place. I didn’t know how long we’d be here, or what it entailed…” You can’t help the heat you feel creeping into your face. To be fair, though, you are only telling him the truth. And he has to know, by now, that you’re interested. Between the events that transpired on your last mission together, and his orchestrating this museum date, there was no question about it. Chrollo knows you want him. His continued picking on you seems to be for his own amusement, rather than any sort of ambiguity in his mind. Perhaps it's high time you start teasing back.

"I mean, if I need to book a hotel for the night, I'm sure there's still time…" Chrollo’s amused look cuts off any possible ending to your sentence.

"I think we both know that won't be necessary. Unless, of course, you'd rather not share my bed tonight?" With a small smile, Chrollo swipes his keycard, opening the door to his suite.

Tacitly agreeing to your boss' assumption, you walk in ahead of him. Chrollo closes the door behind you both, and you can hear the smugness in his soft voice when he speaks again.

"Would you like a drink? I've arranged for room service to bring us dinner in a bit. I hope you don't mind my assumption that you would arrive with more than one appetite in need of sating."

You pause, facing the suite at large rather than Chrollo, thinking for a moment. It's not as if you're nervous, exactly. Your past tumble with Chrollo has taken away most of your shyness in regard to your boss, and the feelings you've come to realize you have for him. However, that last tryst was hardly romantic. It was borne of necessity, not desire, and you find yourself wondering at the planning that went into bringing you here. Not for the first time, you wish your boss was more forthcoming with his intentions.

Apparently Chrollo’s patience has worn thin for the night. You hear a champagne cork being popped, and soon, Chrollo stands beside you, a flute of champagne in each hand. He offers one to you. Softly tinking his glass against yours, he flashes a soft smile at you before moving towards the bedroom of the suite.

"To waiting long enough." Chrollo’s toast finds you at the bedroom door. You kick off your shoes before following him in, sitting next to him against the headboard of the large bed.

Taking a sip from your glass and setting it down on the nightstand closest to you, you tentatively rest your hand on Chrollo’s thigh.

"What exactly are we doing?" Your voice is soft, more uncertain than it's been since you joined the Troupe. Chrollo mirrors your actions, setting his own champagne flute on his own nightstand. He turns, angling his body towards you, regarding you with large grey eyes. The silence spools heavy and needy between you.

"I think you know what we’re doing." Chrollo murmurs your name, his own hand coming to rest on your thigh. "After all, we've done it before."

"No, I mean...this," you gesture with your free hand, encompassing the room, your hands idly stroking one another's legs, the sheer closeness of his body to yours, "What happened before, neither of us could control. But if you just want something casual, Danc- Chrollo. I don't think I can do casual with you. So I'd rather know going into this, what we’re doing."

Chrollo withdraws his hand from your thigh, and for a moment you worry that you've said something off-putting. After all, if he doesn't want anything more than sex from you, your little speech is probably the last thing he wanted to hear. He rubs his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, he looks at you, his hand coming to rest on yours where it's resorted to hovering nervously near his leg. He brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back.

"After that night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. At first, I thought it was just lust. The feeling of you wrapped so snugly around me haunts my dreams. Your soft skin under me. The way my name sounds falling from your lips. But I realized that even before that, you captivated my thoughts. When you volunteer for a mission with me, I'm happier than I am with any of the other Spiders." Chrollo pauses, choosing his next words carefully. "I thought about it for a while. I enjoy your company. In our line of work, it seems beyond silly to claim titles for one you're romantically involved with...but I'm taking some time off. If you would also like to take some time off, and spend it with me, perhaps we can figure out if this is something we'd both like to pursue."

Chrollo leans in, his breath fanning against your ear.

"To be honest, I already know I'd like to see where this goes. What do you think?"

You turn to meet Chrollo’s lips with your own. He tastes like champagne, smells slightly like his cologne. Subtle. Expensive. Irresistible. He deepens the kiss almost immediately, his tongue greedily delving into your mouth, his hands roving over your hips and settling on your waist. When you offer no resistance, Chrollo maneuvers you, angling you away from the headboard and onto your back. He continues to explore your body. His movements are unrushed, groping and caressing over your clothes, leaving your skin burning with need in his wake. When he comes up for air, he hums thoughtfully.

"You know, kissing me isn't the same as an answer…" Chrollo smirks, tugging your shirt off over your head before you can protest. Your bra follows soon after. He looks up at you from your chest, kissing and nipping his way over the soft skin of your breasts.

Chrollo groans against your skin as he takes a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, running your fingers through his soft hair. You love the way he feels against you, the way the fabric of his clothes rubs between your bare skin and his. The way his tongue flicks against your nipple, swirling around the bud as he sucks, pebbling it as he mimics the movements of his mouth with his hand on your other breast. You love the way he makes you feel. You love-

Chrollo releases your nipple with a slick pop, pulling away long enough to shed his own clothes. You miss the contact, but without him in your space, you feel like you can breathe again, think again. You’re conflicted, wanting him back on top of you, but needing the space to clear your head.

“I think-” Your voice surprises you. You hadn’t planned to speak, but you can’t leave his question unanswered. He is your boss, after all. “I think I want this. I mean, I obviously want this,” gesturing again, broader and well aware of how silly you must look, on your back as you are. “After last time...I was a little disappointed when you didn’t follow up with me after. I would’ve liked to-” Chrollo rejoins you, propping himself on his arms over you. You continue as he trails nimble fingers down your stomach, hooking in the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down your legs. You try to make it easier for him, even distracted as you are. “Pursue that. Then.”

“And now?” Chrollo’s voice is soft, calm. He positions himself between your legs, his hands stroking soothing circles against your thigh. It occurs to you that with the introspective journey Chrollo has prompted, you didn’t get to enjoy him getting undressed. You gaze up at your boss, your one-night stand that may develop into two and hopefully more, his chiselled abs and fine, delicate features. He’s beautiful.

“I still want you, Chrollo. I never stopped. It wasn’t my place to bother you about it, so I didn’t. But if you’re interested, yeah. That’s what I want.” You realize your answer sounds less than enthusiastic as Chrollo chuckles, shaking his head.

“You know, you don’t have to wait for me to make the first move anymore. We’re past that. I trust you won’t make the same mistake again in the future?” As you shake your head, Chrollo presses a finger against your entrance, gathering your slick and pushing in. A second follows shortly after, and he works you open on his hand with skillful ease as you whimper at the sudden intrusion. From your vantage point below him, you watch as Chrollo uses his other hand to stroke his cock to full hardness. Apparently the clearing of air had done his erection no favors, and he chose this moment to rectify the situation.

Chrollo gives himself another few pumps, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt with a slick sound, lining the head of his cock up with your opening. He presses in without further warning, lowering himself over you as you wrap your legs around his waist to take him deeper. Chrollo captures your lips in another kiss, this one sloppy, needy. His hips snap against yours, setting a quick pace. You hate to rush with him, but given how long it had been since your last coupling, you knew neither of you were bound to last long, anyway.

Winding your arms around Chrollo’s back, you hold him close as he takes you, stunned again by how simply right it feels to have his cock buried deep inside you. To have his weight on top of you, his lips breaking away from yours to trail small, soft kisses down your neck to your collarbone as you gently tug his dark hair. If you aren’t careful, you’re going to fall for him. If you haven’t already you can’t help but think, with Chrollo’s cock brushing against your G-spot and making you cry out.

Chrollo’s hand slips between your bodies, rubbing your clitoris even as he fucks into you. Somehow, he remembers the ways to touch you to make you squirm under him, drawing you close to your release with a few expert strokes across your sensitive bud. You’re impressed that he could have learned so much in just one heated tryst.

Burying his face in your neck, Chrollo speeds up a bit. His breath is hot against your neck and ear, his grunts and moans of pleasure spurring you even faster to your own end. When his cock bumps your cervix, you find your release, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and crying out your pleasure. The undulations of your cunt prove too much for Chrollo, who follows soon after, taking a few last, stuttering thrusts before slamming deep inside you to fill you with his release.

The two of you lie together, limbs entangled, waiting for your breathing to slow. Chrollo rolls to his side, pulling out of you to lie beside you. Before you can get up to clean off, he pulls you back down next to him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Stay a bit.” Chrollo’s voice is a sleepy mumble. It’s obvious that he’s spent. His hair is a rumpled mess, his lips a bit swollen from kissing. Beautiful. You grin to yourself, snuggling against him. Chrollo’s arms snake around you, pulling the sheet with them. Soon, you’re cocooned with his warmth and the warmth of the bed, lulled by the slow rise and fall of his chest. Your own voice is equally tired when you speak again.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”