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Everyone in your family adores Pariston, he’s nothing short of saccharine and many in your hometown consider you to be the most perfect couple in existence. He pays for all of your wants and needs (you’d think coming from a wealthy family would have made him more stuck up, but he’s fairly kind and generous) and never complains when you talk of your issues or rant about the most minuscule subjects. Hell, he even interjects to add his opinion and reassure you of your feelings. Pariston was ever so perfect; you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Your father had disapproved of almost every boy you’ve brought by the house in high school; except for Pariston. He wooed your parents, sweeping them off their feet just like he did you. You’ve spent the last six years with him and it’s been nothing short of blissful.

A bit redundant and routinely, but that’s good. It’s a healthy relationship. Years later and you still wonder how you caught the eye of the richest golf player in all of your school. He had many options, not to say you were any less than them, but Pariston is completely head over heels for you, a little drama nerd who played Wendy in the school's rendition of Peter Pan.

Your mother always insisted that you head off to college, but once in a drunken state, admitted “you could drop out, Pariston would take care of ya, sweetie!” With a burst of giggles. She was correct, obviously, Pariston would give you whatever you want the moment you want it. It’s not something you’d ever abuse from him though, you still follow your own morals (loosely, but they’re still present). Pariston Hill is a marvelous, good man and you know it. You’d be content with having his children one day too, but not for another ten years (he immediately agreed, you’ve never so much as thought of taking off a condom before).

Pariston is perfect for you and would give you the perfect life; so why is it that you can’t help the brief looks you give to the black haired boy each morning in the dining area? His name is Chrollo, he’s in your advanced literature and creative writing class, and fuck, you hope the chemistry is one sided. That’s all it is: chemistry, your hormones raging for something different, something unique. Every time he looks at you with his pretty, grey eyes you felt an electric shock jolt throughout your heart and brain and- the last ones too shameful to admit.

But you love your boyfriend, he’s a good man and he takes care of you when you need it.

But everytime you close your eyes now… you think of Chrollo. Again, it’s only chemistry, but there’s nothing in the world you could do about it. Much less now as you head off to meet the devil himself.

Professor Atkins had chosen your partners for the upcoming project. Something about co-writing a horror novel and switching who writes every ten minutes or whatever, you certainly don’t remember. Your head was too busy malfunctioning when he declared you as Chrollo’s partner. You were on your way to one of the private rooms by the food court.

Pariston is at a fraternity meeting with his brothers right now, discussing which charities they should fundraise for while you double checked your outfit to look spotless for another man.

‘It’s not wrong,’ you assure yourself, ‘it’s… just that first impressions are important.’ You think as you evenly apply your Dior lip glow oil (that your sweetheart bought for you) on your lips. You arrive 10 minutes early to the study room, and feel anxiety wear at your gut. You put the compact mirror and makeup away, what if you gave off a shallow impression? From what you could tell, Chrollo was highly intelligent, but laid back. You swear he smells like marijuana in class sometimes, but a pothead couldn’t be so eloquent the way Chrollo is. His friend group has a lot of personality in it too. You’re quite familiar with Pakunoda as you’ve had a few general classes with the sweet girl. You’ve gone to dinner and events together on a few occasions but you’ve never crossed friend groups with her.

“Sorry I’m late, my roommate accidentally set our stove on fire even though I insisted on cooking tonight.” Chrollo pants as he closes the door behind him. You giggle at his current state; he’s wearing a black topcoat with a black turtleneck and- you guessed it, black slacks and shoes. Even the bandana wrapped around his forehead is obsidian, but it seems to be made out of some silky fabric. If he’s trying to save himself from the cold, that bandana certainly won’t do it.

This isn’t his usual attire, but you won’t point that out. You typically see him in band shirts and ripped jeans with accessories. Whether it be a hat, scarf, matching coats, or something made out of leather, he rarely dresses so… blandly. It kinda kills it for you, thank god. Maybe you were simply attached to the edge he has, maybe it’s gone now that he’s dressed like a common office worker.

“It’s alright, um, I’m curious though, how did that happen?” You ask, containing your laughter. He takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair across from you, pulling it out and finally sitting down. His snowy white skin is perfect, not a blemish in sight. And his eyebrows… though hidden, you can tell he waxes them.

“I just got back from an interview and I walked in on him trying to put out a grease fire with water, the moment I told Phinks to stop he poured it and made it much worse!” Chrollo rolls his eyes. Now that he’s so close to you, you notice the stench of smoke in the air. “I was able to put it out on my own but the landlord won’t be pleased about this…” he sighs, a dreamy smile on his face that you stare at just a bit too long for comfort. “But enough about me! How’s your day been?” He asks, pulling out an old laptop and a few notes from class.

“Pretty good, my boyfriend took me out for breakfast before classes and we took a stroll around the uni after.” You regretfully inform him, annoyed by the mention of Pariston right now.

It’s all chemistry, nothing else. This is your reality, and blowing a perfect future for a guy you don’t know isn’t rational.

“Pariston, right? I think I’ve seen you with him a few times, plus he’s been in a few of my classes over the years.” There is a lot you could have taken from his words, but the only thing that runs through your head is “I think I’ve seen you…” implying that Chrollo has in fact, noticed you besides glances. You want to squeal at the thought, but now isn’t the time to feed into your juvenile crush on him.

‘Nor ever,’ rings a voice in your head, reminding you of the reality you live in. ‘He’s not interested, he’s seen you with your boyfriend.’

“Yeah, that’s him,” you smile, briefly looking down in disappointment. You don’t miss the smirk on his face either, but he does that a lot anyway- God you’re a total creep for noticing that.

“You guys make a lovely couple. Now, do you have the plot that Dr. Atkins gave to us? I can go first if you’d like…”

-

Chrollo’s mind is interesting. The original prompt given to you by your professor was about a child being kidnapped and taken to a log cabin for ransom. In his first ten minutes of writing, he describes how the child comes from a wealthy family and he’d be tied up in the basement while his captor spends the day out. So you went off that and added that the sheriff was the one who kidnapped him, hence why he was always gone in the day. He enjoyed it, but tweaked it just a bit. The mother of the child was in on it, and she wanted the ransom to run off with the sheriff, the man she truly loved.

“Do you think a mother would do that to her child?” He asks you randomly as he passes his laptop over to you. You falter for a moment before grabbing it, pondering his question.

“Selfish desires can drive anyone to do anything if they lack self restraint.” You shrug, preparing yourself to write the next section. Maybe they’d get away with it, should they leave the child behind? Does the mother even love the child enough? Clearly not if she’s willing to use him for a ransom, maybe they’ll leave him behind as well. Her child would only be a reminder of her past with another man, you certainly wouldn’t want that if you were selfish enough to follow in her path.

“I agree with you,” Chrollo states, staring intently at you. The electric shocks run throughout your body as he refuses to look anywhere else in the room. You aren’t looking back by any means, but you know his eyes never leave you. Not once.

-

You finished the project within an hour, which should give you plenty of time to get ready for your date tonight. Pariston insisted on taking you to La Maison, his favorite restaurant that only serves the richest clients in town. Not that it was ever an issue for him, but it personally isn’t your favorite. The food portions sucked, you always had to wear a dress inside, and the waiters were a bit rude for your taste.

“I enjoyed writing with you, is literature your major as well?” Chrollo draws you out of your thoughts, and you smile at him.

“Yeah! Hopefully I’ll get my masters in the next few years.” You beam, hoping he’d ask you more.

Chrollo doesn’t, he begins to pack up his belongings and you accept your fate. As you pack up your own things your phone starts to ring, it’s Pariston. A picture of him smiling while holding two bunnies pops up on your phone and you immediately answer.

“My sweetheart! I fear I have to cancel tonight’s dinner, it’ll be such a hassle to switch around the reservation but I’ll do it. The brothers insist we head down to the charity center to discuss our fundraising event and I don’t think I’ll be home until late. You understand, right sweetie?” You could practically hear him frowning as your own face drops momentarily.

“It’s fine, I understand. It’s no biggie, just tell me when we can reschedule!” You respond as chrollo gives you a glance.

“Fantastic, my sweetheart! I’m sorry for the delay, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Pariston hangs up, leaving you a bit disappointed. He’s a busy man, you can’t expect all of his attention on you. Hell, you’ve grown accustomed to it since high school. Pariston always makes it up with the amount of love he does give you while together, so you shouldn’t complain about your situation.

“Everything alright?” Chrollo asks, now behind you. He’s very quick, and silent too.

“Yeah! I’m fine,” you insist, “Pariston had to cancel our date tonight.” You explain, standing up from your chair as you make your way to the door. “It was nice writing with you, I hope we do more projects together!” You beam at him.

“Wait! Would you like to go grab some coffee at the café downstairs? My treat, I could always use a new friend.” Chrollo asks as he stands up as well. His sentiment was sweet, but you couldn’t deny the ache that follows with it. A friend, that’s all you’ll ever be to him. Nothing more or less.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

-

“You should have told me you don’t like coffee,” Chrollo frowns as you take small sips of your Chai Latte. “I know a cafe with better teas on the other side of campus.” He pouts, sipping on his own black coffee (you wanted to gag when you heard him order that monstrosity).

“Are you talking about Ponzu’s?” You ask. “She has my favorites. But this one’s alright, it’s convenient anyway.” You assure, staring at the poison in his hands.

“You act as if my cup personally slaughtered your family.” Chrollo teases, noting the look of disgust you can’t bring yourself to hide.

“I drank black coffee once- well, forced myself to- after pulling an all nighter. I felt anxiety for two days straight and I thought I was gonna have a stroke.” You recall, still not looking away from the cup he so generously sipped. “Oh my god, you drink it as if it’s water from the fountain of youth.” You remark in disbelief. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction as if to get the point across to you.

“It’s an acquired taste,” he smirks.

“And I have no intentions of acquiring it anytime soon.” You deadpan, sipping your flavored ice chai.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you feeling better?” Chrollo changes the subject, petrifying you for a moment. You hope you didn’t make it too obvious that you were disappointed by your cancelled date, it’s not like he could do anything about it anyway.

“Yeah, it’s fine! Pariston has to cancel a lot of our dates.” You admit, taking another drink of your chai. “I’m used to it, and I wasn’t too excited for dinner either. It’s his favorite, not mine.” You giggle. His eyebrows furrow and you recognize how negative you just sounded about your own lover! How rude of you! “He always makes up for it though! I’m not complaining.” You quickly add, hoping it doesn’t come off as ungrateful.

“If you don’t mind my two cents, I think he should stick to his biggest commitment of them all, but what do I know? It’s not like I have a girlfriend to treat.” Chrollo laughs, “he must be doing something right if it’s still working out.”

And that’s the problem, Pariston does everything right. Not a single wrong thing with him, he’s the ideal partner and here you are daydreaming about a nerdy punk you’ve only spoken to for a day. He’s a perfect man who would give you the perfect life that other girls would kill for, you can’t complain.

“Anyway, are you hungry? Since you’re not going out, I know this amazing Chinese place across town if you’re down-” you cut him off excitedly.

“Wok ‘n Roll?” You beam at him as he nods.

“That’s the one! They practically know me by name now. They took a picture of my friend, Uvogin and hung it on the wall for finishing 10 plates in one sitting. The waiter couldn’t bring them out fast enough so he insisted on raw beef by the last three plates.” Chrollo reminisces with a half smile on his face.

“Your friends sound interesting, eating raw beef and starting grease fires.” You giggle at the thought. Pakunoda seems pretty normal compared to the others, and so does Chrollo.

“They have a lot of personality, it’s entertaining. Do you need a ride there?” He asks as he takes his final drink of bitter, disgusting, black coffee.

“No, I’ll meet you there. I don’t wanna leave my car on campus.”

“Sounds good, I’m gonna drop by my place real quick, I wanna get in something more comfortable.”

-

And comfortable chrollo looks. You freshen up your lip gloss and makeup imperfections while you wait for him in the parking lot. He knocks on your door, surprising you (did he know it was your car? Or did he guess?) and you look up to see him in his usual attire. A Machine Girl shirt with a baggy flannel and ripped jeans. His bandana is different too, black with red designs around it.

God dammit, all of his appeal is still there, unfortunately. You can feel your face heat up and you thank the universe for concealer.

You turn off your car and exit, immediately taking in his cologne. It’s sandalwood for sure, with some jasmine undertones. Not overwhelmingly masculine in the most irritating ways; it suits him.

“Evening, apologies for making you wait.” Chrollo greets, leaning against the car next to you. It was a 1970 Buick Electra, and you’re not a car girl but it’s definitely doing something for you (or to you, for that matter). Chrollo closes the door to your car before you could do it yourself.

“I didn’t mind, I like your shirt by the way.” You compliment. “Machine Girl’s one of my faves.” His eyes widen momentarily in surprise.

“Oh god, I rarely meet people that know of them. What’s your favorite song?” He practically rushes out as you walk with him towards the entrance.

“Scroll of Sorrow, Out by 16 but dead on the scene, and hmm… sue me for being a basic fan, but mg1.” You shrug. Chrollo opens the heavy doors to the restaurant for you and you let out a quick ‘thank you,’

“Mg1 is overrated for a good reason, it’s one of my favorites too. I think I like devil speak and hidden power the most though. Are you going to one of their shows? They’re on tour and I bought my ticket for York New.” Chrollo babbles on. The lady at the front (your eyes look over to see the picture of Chrollo’s friend shaking hands with one of the chefs) motions for you to follow her.

“Nah, none of my friends like ‘em and I’m a bit skeptical about going on my own.” You reply with notes of embarrassment in your tone.

“Come with me! I have an extra ticket, and I was gonna force my best friend Shalnark to go but he’ll be relieved to get to stay home.” Chrollo insists as you sit down across from him.

Jesus Christ, you couldn’t have picked a worst time to be in a perfect relationship.

-

You finished eating a while ago, but you’re sure you’ve been speaking to Chrollo for much longer than that. Turns out you have a lot in common; his music range is just like yours, you both enjoy obscure foreign movies, comedy shows, manga, and he was also in theatre!

“I starred in Angels in Saherta as a freshman, if that gives you any idea as to how passionate I am about acting.” He laughs, and even if it was a subtle brag you enjoy it. “That’s my absolute favorite! It’s a real tear-jerker, I cried for days after watching it for the first time. The AIDS epidemic truly was a travesty, but I’m glad audiences have a good way of educating themselves on it, even if it’s just a play.” You reply. “I was Wendy in our Peter Pan show, and Mina in our production of Dracula. That one was my favorite show we did.” You remember fondly. You enjoyed twirling around in your dress backstage.

“What a range! Not particularly fond of Peter Pan, but Dracula must have been a wonderful performance. Drama class was where I met most of my friends actually, it’s why I’m majoring in literature. I want to become a writer one day and produce my own plays.” Chrollo expresses. You could see a gleam in his eye that’s bereft of most people by the time they reach your age. You’re glad he still has it, that passion and desire for something he wants.

“You should meet them some day, we’re having a hang out tonight if you’re interested. Sorry, I’ve probably disorganized your schedule for the night.” He says sheepishly. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” He adds, looking away momentarily.

Pariston is still busy anyway, and he does want you to make more friends…

“No I’d love to! I wanna meet the infamous Uvogin sooo bad.” You joke. Chrollo beams at you with happiness and unadulterated joy. He doesn’t smile often, but you relish in the comfort of knowing you have that effect on him.

You briefly look down to your phone, noticing a few text messages from Pariston.

“Party at the house if you’d like to join! Gin brought a keg. It’s getting crazy out here.”

“Did you eat by the way? I’ll uber you whatever you want if not ^.^”

You’ll reply when you’re back in your car. You never quite enjoyed parties with his frat brothers, or them in general. Yes they do charitable work, yes they have basic human decency, yes Gin at best is just annoying as fuck. It doesn’t matter to you though, a lot of them are snobbier than most humans you’ve ever met and you absolutely despise how insufferable they behave while intoxicated.

“Can I ask you something real quick?” Chrollo asks, pulling out his wallet to leave a hefty tip. You nod, putting your phone back into your purse. “Does Pariston get jealous when you hang out with guys?” He says,

“Pariston isn’t like that, he trusts me and I frankly don’t care if he’s around girls either.” You shrug, not thinking much of it. “I mean, it’s not like I have a lot of guy friends to begin with, so it’s never been a concern.” You were too embarrassed to admit that you didn’t have any male friends, and only a handful of girl friends here. You didn’t stand out much in high school besides the plays you were in, and your friend group dispersed after going to college. Well, not necessarily, they all went to your first choice while you followed Pariston to Zaban University. You typically socialize around Pariston’s friends too, and they’re hardly your own.

“That’s cute, trust is vital in a relationship. I’m sure he won’t mind then.” Chrollo smirks, standing up. “I’ll pay the bill, come on.” He instructs, and you follow behind him.

-

Chrollo rents a three bedroom house with his friend Phinks, their other friend Uvogin graduated college the year before and moved out to go back to York New. As you step inside the house, you notice it’s much more cleanly than you’d expect for two men. It’s a simple one story with a large living room and decent sized kitchen. You notice three girls and three guys on the large sectional couch, drinking different types of beers and liquors. Chrollo greets you as you come in.

“This is the girl I was telling you guys about,” Chrollo explains over the music as he says your name to them. You notice a coy look from some of the men, but you smile at Pakunoda first and foremost.

“Hey! Haven’t seen you around in a while.” She waves her hand at you and you wave back. “She’s such a dear, be nice.” Pakunoda practically growls at two blonde men who chuckle at her threat.

“I’m sure she is,” the blonde with the slick backed hair remarks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sorry about Phinks, he gets drunk easily. Biggest lightweight in the room.” Chrollo rolls his eyes. He motions for you to follow him and you do. You sit next to him on the edge of the couch.

“Hey! Fuck you man, just for that I’ll drink more than any of you dickwads in this room!” Phinks yells as he grabs onto his beer can, chugging it all down.

“Aren’t you the guy that almost burnt down the kitchen?” You blurt out, he crushes the can against his forehead and stands, making his way to the kitchen.

“Keyword: almost. I could have handled it.” He replies, staggering around the room.

“No you couldn’t!” At least four of them yell back at Phinks. You giggle as he glares at them.

“Damn haters can’t handle me, yall can grab your own beers!” He yells from the kitchen.

“I’m Shizuku by the way.” A girl with glasses says from across the couch.

“Machi.” The pink haired one replies. She’s more curt than the others.

“I’m Nobunaga, and that’s Shalnark.” A long haired man introduces, pointing to the blond with the bowl cut.

“Aw, Uvogin isn’t here? He’s quite famous from what I’ve heard through the grapevine.” You frown. A few of them chuckle and Nobunaga replies before anyone else can.

“That’s my best friend! He’ll be here soon, he’s driving in from York New actually. Which restaurant did you take her to? He has multiple pictures hung up in a lot of ‘em. The man eats as if he’ll never see another plate again… it’s vicious.” Nobunaga describes with a look of admiration on his face.

“Wok’n Roll, the time he ate the raw beef.” You answer.

“That’s a fucking classic. The chef cried when he met Uvogin.” Shalnark chimes in, cracking open another beer can for himself.

“Do you drink?” Pakunoda suddenly asks you. “We have beer, a few wine bottles, and Tequila.”

Pariston doesn’t like when you drink without him. You’ve drank a handful of times in your life, and you chose to sip on your cups before throwing them down the drain due to the taste. At most, he’d chastise you for drinking without him…Which is a bit hypocritical since you’re positive he’s drinking with his frat brothers right now.

“I’m down for tequila.” You reply. You’ll worry about getting home later, right now you’d have fun and let loose for once.

-

“I just think- you’re sooooo pretty.” You slur out to Pakunoda. “And your hair Machi! It looks soooo soft and sooo edible, and Shizuku! I’ll personally give your hairstylist a raise for cutting your hair so perfectly. Oh my god I’m surrounded by beautiful women!” You cover your mouth in realization. The girls giggle at your compliments whilst Chrollo pours more shots for everyone. You’re too drunk to notice how he stares at you.

“Fuck your boyfriend, I’m taking you for myself.” Paku winks at you, making your cheeks burn with the passion of a thousand suns.

“Yeah! Fuck my boyfriend! You’re soooo much prettier and you make a better blonde!!” You giggle uncontrollably.

“She’s definitely had enough,” Machi says, but even she can’t hold in a laugh as you poorly attempt to grab another glass from Chrollo’s strong hands.

“I think she had enough when Uvogin brought out the weed.” Shizuku comments, sipping her glass of wine.

Wine sounds lovely, so sweet… and you think they have Rosé too!

“Oh my god,” you deadpan, “where’s my bestie Uvogin? Can I take a picture with him too? Or get his autograph?” You turn your head rapidly as you search for the 6’7” tall man. You were quite tipsy when he first entered the house and you gasped in awe at how tall he was. He took it as a compliment, of course, but you earned a few laughs from the group when you asked him about his experiences at the local restaurants. “Bestie!!!” You scream across the house, standing on the dining table. “You’re too tall to hideee!!” You say in a singing tone.

“They’re smoking outside, but I really think you should slow down. What is this, the first time you’ve gotten faded?” Machi voices, you hope you don’t annoy her but you’ve come to realize that’s her usual tone.

“Yes!” You blurt out. “Okay soooo, Pariston doesn’t usually let me get drunk, just tipsy at best. And he’s suuuuuper against marijuana so I’ve never done that either.” You giggle. The girls (and Chrollo) look at you with confusion in their eyes.

“You need his permission to have fun?” Chrollo comments, slamming down another shot glass. He must have such a high tolerance, he barely looks affected by anything.

“He’s sooo totally self aware of everyyyything he does because he doesn’t want a negative image or whatever, that falls onto me too, which is sooo lame! He scolded me once for getting too excited at a zoo, like, oh my god there’s a fucking penguin in front of me and you expect me to not get excited!?” You groan, feeling a bit dizzy for your own comfort. More alcohol would fix it! “Oo! More shots!” You suddenly yell out.

“I think you should lay down for a bit, if this is your first time getting fucked up you should stop soon.” Machi warns as the others nod or agree.

She’s like a stern mother, it’s cute.

“Here, you can come lay down in my room for the night. I’ll sleep on the couch anyway.” Chrollo brings up, standing from his chair as he gently grabs ahold of your hand.

His hands are rough but sooo warm. Pariston’s hands feel like a 5 year old girl’s.. You giggle at the thought.

“Have fun you two!” Pakunoda’s voice rings out and you swear you hear them laugh some more as Chrollo takes you down till the end of the hallway.

“You think he’s finally gonna go for it?” Machi asks the others, smirking.

“I fucking hope so, I’m tired of watching him yearn!” Shizuku nods.

“Let’s drink to that.” Pakunoda agrees, as they raise their shot glasses and pour the beverages down their throats. The guys open the slide door to the backyard and enter the kitchen, looking around for their plucky friend.

“Is Chrollo finally making his move?” Uvogin grunts out as he makes a b-line for the fridge, undoubtedly to get another beer.

-

Chrollo’s room is a bit barren, but it has a few posters that look a bit too blurry for you to actually take note of. He closes the door behind you and heads towards his closet.

“I have some spare pajamas, this shirt’s super baggy on me so it should be comfortable.” Chrollo explains as he hands you his clothes, as you’re about to thank him, your phone begins to vibrate. You grab it out of your pocket and sigh, Pariston. You reluctantly answer and raise your phone to your ear.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? I drove by your place and you’re not there.” Pariston asks, and you’ve never been the best liar, especially if you’re under the influence…

“Yeaaaah I’m fine! Spending the night at a friend's house, I got a little drunk.” You answer, and you hear Chrollo snort.

“A little?” He whispers with a smirk on his beautiful, handsome face.

“You know I don’t like when you drink without me. What friend are you with anyway? You don’t have any, sweetie.” You know he’s concerned, you know you should just answer calmly, but was it really necessary to bring up the fact that you don’t have friends? You feel heat rise in your body at his comment, how dare he remind you of that?!

“I said I’m fine, I’m not a child!” You roll your eyes as you hang up, much to your own surprise. You sit on chrollo’s bed, forgetting what you were doing in the first place. You feel chrollo’s weight on the mattress as a hand reaches out to your face and wipes away a tear you didn’t notice.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He gently asks, putting an arm around your shoulder. You lean your head against his muscular shoulder and let a sob exit your mouth.

“I feel like I can’t- can’t complain be-because everyone says he’s perfect for me and- and and- it’s not a lie but I hate when he treats me like that!” You admit. Your phone buzzes in your hand again, and you don’t wanna fucking see his oversized smile right now. You throw your phone across the room.

“You don’t have to listen to what other people say, just do what makes you happy.” Chrollo suggests, you feel him rub your forearm and the gesture comforts you. You bury your face deeper into his neck and inhale his scent. Relishing in the serenity it brings you.

“They’re not wrong, he is a perfect boyfriend- I guess. Even my mom said I could drop out since Pariston would just take care of me anyway, which is kinda so totally weird now that I think about it…” you think out loud. “I feel like he just sees me as an extension of himself… does that make sense? And as if all of my issues can be solved by throwing money at them.” You pull away and look into Chrollo's pretty grey eyes. He immediately shakes his head.

“Absolutely, but you’re more than an extension, you’re your own person with wants and needs. He can meet the physical ones but if he can’t understand you on an emotional level… then why are you wasting your time dear?” Chrollo tilts your head up to look at him directly. You stare into his mesmerizing orbs, “people with money suck, it ruins the soul.” He adds with a smirk on his face. “Admittedly, I’ve always hated it. I've been living in an orphanage my whole life so I understand what it’s like to be at the mercy of someone else swinging their money in front of me. Well, it’s a different situation but… you get it.” Chrollo reveals to you, looking away.

“I didn’t know that about you.” You gasp out, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t be complaining- really, ugh I feel like a bi-“

“By all means, complain! I’ve never really liked Pariston to begin with, he’s snobby, just good at hiding it around his girl I guess.” He scoffs, “here, go ahead and change. I’ll leave you alone.” Chrollo finally looks back at you and smiles as he stands. He lets go of you for a second, and it’s more than enough to make you realize you don’t want him to let go, ever.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” You cry out to him, quickly grabbing ahold of his hand. Chrollo turns back to look at you, maybe he’s shocked, or annoyed. You can’t tell the difference.

“I’m only leaving to give you some privacy, I’ll be back when you’re done changing.” Chrollo reassures, “open the door when you’re done, I’ll stay with you for as long as you want.” He soothes. You let go of his hand as he exits the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You quickly grab the clothing he left for you off the bed and take off your clothing, including your bra. You’d be damned before you sleep with one of those contraptions on. You put his shirt (it smells just like his cologne) and basketball shorts on as fast as you can. You sloppily attempt to fold your clothes, but it’s a bit confusing when you’re wasted. You place it on a desk he has nearby (you just noticed the large drum set he has in his room, how the hell did you miss that?) and go to open the door. He’s leaning against the wall on the opposite side as you hold your hand out to him. Chrollo smirks at your gesture and accepts it. He walks into his bedroom with you and closes the door again.

“You play drums?” You slur out as you point with your free hand. He chuckles and nods.

“Yeah, I play piano too but my keyboard’s in the garage. I’d play for you if the music wasn’t so loud.” He points out. You agree with him, the volume wasn’t this loud before, was it?

-

“Turn it down, it’s hurting my ears.” Machi groans as the bass vibrates throughout her body.

“Fuck no, she’s too drunk to contain herself right now. If they start fucking you’re gonna thank me! Come on, let him have this!” Phinks yells through the speaker's boom.

-

“Yeah, I swear it was quieter.” A confused look spreads on your face. It wasn’t overwhelming by any means, but you’d definitely be bothered if you were sober in the living room.

“You look nice.” Chrollo blurts out, giving you a once over. You gasp in surprise, he’s complimenting you?!

“Thank you!” You squeal and move to give him a hug, stunting him. Chrollo wraps his warm arms around you as you inhale deeply.

“You smell soooo sublime…” you mumble against his chest, digging your nose in as much as you can.

You’re being weird. You’re being so fucking weird right now.

You pull away immediately and cover your face in humiliation. “I’m soooo so sorry roro, that was sooo weird of me!” You quickly turn around, gods why the fuck are you like this? “You can totally leave, I'm so sooo sooooo sorry!” You shriek out, you swear you feel tears threatening to spill out of your eyes but you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough. You won’t cry in front of him again.

“Hey, I didn’t mind at all, don’t hide that beautiful face from me,” Chrollo comforts you, you feel his hands grabbing onto yours and bringing them down, away from your face. “I liked it anyway, but you should lay down, seriously you’re stumbling everywhere.” He laughs and you nod. “Are you dizzy? Do you feel like vomiting?” His voice is laced with so much concern that feels genuine. Pariston would ask too, both out of concern and desire to save face. It was always mixed with both.

“Nooo, not dizzy. Just drunk and emotional and I dunno, a secret third thing?” Your voice raises as you think about it. “It’s a mystery that I don’t even know.” You giggle as you sit on his bed. You pat a spot next to you and he snorts, but sits down nonetheless.

“I wish Pariston was more like you,” you blurt out randomly, shocking even yourself.

“What do you mean?” He laughs, placing an arm around you once more.

“He cares about how other people view him too much. He’s such a perfectionist, it’s exhausting keeping up with him. Like, sooo totally draining!” You whine as you throw your body back onto the mattress. “He gets embarrassed by every little thing I do, he doesn’t have to say it, I can feel it.” You meekly let out that part, but Chrollo could hear you loud and clear. He lays down next to you and you turn your body to face him, happy to see his eyes..

“Why do you wear a bandana?” You suddenly ask, staring at it. “I’ve never seen your um, what’s it called… that head part… you know the one…?”

“My forehead?”

“Yeah! That thing!”

“Oh, I have a tattoo. Do you wanna see it?” Chrollo says as he takes it off, not waiting for you to answer.

Is it a cross? It kinda looks like one… it looks like a bullseye too…

You stare at his forehead for a few moments before you kiss him gently on the strange mark.

“It’s like a ‘lil bullseye.” You giggle, and his face is devoid of all color (as if it had much to begin with). A twinge of guilt pulls at your heart, Pariston is still your boyfriend…

“Fuck- I’m sorry, can I kiss you?” He suddenly speaks out, “I’m sorry, I know you’re dating him but-“ you cut Chrollo off by placing your lips on his, ‘fuck Pariston, you’ll deal with that fiasco later’

Chrollo’s lips immediately move to find a steady rhythm with yours, albeit still a bit sloppy due to the alcohol streaming in your bodies. His lips felt so warm… you couldn’t help your body as you broke apart briefly and straddle his body, continuing to kiss him as you moan against his lips. His hands land on your hips, fingertips gripping into your skin.

-

“I just don’t think she’s the type to cheat,” Pakunoda frowns, “you guys shouldn’t be encouraging it!” She’s met with a chorus of ‘boos!’ And Uvogin throws in a ‘oh brother, this guy stinks!’

“He hasn’t taken an interest in a girl in everrrr, come on be more supportive!” Shalnark defends, passing a blunt over to Nobunaga.

“Chrollo has more respect for relationships than you’d think.” She rebuts. Phinks rolls his eyes and grabs his phone, changing the music to an r&b playlist. The group looks over at him and he shrugs.

“What? Gotta help a brother out. You’re all such fake friends, I’m setting the mood at least!”

-

Your entire body heats as chrollo groans, you inadvertently grind on him and that’s when you feel it, he’s hard. You pull away from his lips and go down to his neck as he groans, an angelic noise you’d pay millions to hear again.

“Fuck… please don’t stop baby…” he moans, grinding your hips against his own with his hand. You could feel him twitch under you. “Leave marks on me, do whatever you want.” He encourages, and you take the bait. Your teeth dig into his neck and you suck harshly, making sure you leave something behind.

“You have- no idea for how long I’ve been thinking of this…” Chrollo hisses out as you move to a new spot on his neck, biting away to your heart's content. “Ever since I saw you hanging around Paku, but I was too ner-fuck! Too nervous…” he admits. You pull away and look him in the eyes briefly, touched by his words. He’s noticed you for the last three years…?

“You felt it too?” You pant out, staring at one another. Chrollo nods slowly, whispering out a small, “yeah,” before he flips you over. You don’t process it until seconds after, but Chrollo’s on top of you now with a knee in between your legs.

“You look sexy in my shirt.” He whispers, kissing your forehead as you did his. “You can wear them whenever you’d like.” He offers, going in to kiss your neck, but he hesitates. “…can I?” He ask, looking up at you for reassurance.

“Do whatever you want.” You repeat his previous words to him as he finally goes in to kiss your sensitive neck. He’s so gentle, as if you were made of porcelain.

But you don’t want that, you’ve had enough of that treatment. You grab ahold of his hair and pull him back with force, “please be rough with me,” your eyes beam up at his, “don’t treat me like I can’t handle it.” You insist. There’s a dark look in Chrollo’s eyes once he registers your words, you let go of his hair and he finally gives you what you wanted.

He bites harshly into your neck, and you’re sure it’ll leave a mark in the morning but there’s nothing else you want more than that right now. To be marked by Chrollo of all people feels like an honor to you. He continues to suck and bite into different spots, earning fruitful moans from you.

“Fuck! Thank you.” You groan out, embracing the stinging sensation his teeth leave behind. He continues for a while, and you lace your hands through his soft hair strands (you definitely need to ask him for his hair care routine, and he’s lying if he says he doesn’t have one). “Chrollo,” you purr out, due to your drunken state you could barely even feel the harsh bites on your sensitive skin. He pulls up momentarily and gawks at the mark he left.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry, it’s huge-“ he begins, but you roll your eyes and giggle at him. He’s so sweet, so cute!

“Leave a bigger one on the other side then,” you dare him, half smiling as he dives in without any hesitation. “Awe, so cute, you listen so well.” You sigh while he sucks on your neck with purpose. You don't care who sees you in the morning; all you want is chrollo and something tangible; something that proves you were with him for once. You feel more bites and you moan for him, to encourage him, to rouse him.

Chrollo pulls away momentarily to look up at you once more, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before he speaks.

“You’re gonna have a hard time hiding this from Pariston…” he admits, looking down at his hard work with pride. You roll your eyes, you’re tired of being perfect around him anyway.

“Fuck Pariston, and fuck me the way that he can’t.” You whisper with a sudden boldness you’ve never had.

Pariston has only ever been gentle with you, saying anything else is too “unholy” and shouldn’t even be done considering you’re not married.

Fuck that, you want whatever Chrollo would be willing to give, and from the looks of it it’s something you’ve ached for.

“I don’t have a condom-“ he starts, but you only laugh in response.

“Don’t care, I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone else in my life.” You insist, letting go of any restraints you’ve had.

Chrollo sits up completely and takes off his shirt, revealing a six pack you definitely did not imagine at any point of knowing him. You gawk at his chest shamelessly, there’s no tattoos to your surprise but he’s so well sculpted.

“Pretty,” you blurt out in admiration rolling your hips against the knee in between your legs. Fuck, you’d die if you didn’t feel him inside of you in the next minute. You sit up and take off your own shirt as well, eager to feel him touch you again. “Move over,” you instruct, “wanna take off my shorts,” you add, but chrollo stays perfectly still inbetween you.

“Nah, let me do that baby.” He replies, pulling down your underwear and shorts in one move as you lift your hips. He moves his knee for a moment to pull them off completely before he turns his attention back to your breast, leaning down to kiss the area around your nipples. He doesn’t give you what you want immediately, making you groan.

“Pleaseee?” You beg, but a hand rises to your neck and holds it in place.

“You’ve been giving a lot of orders here, I think it’s my turn,” he demands in a low voice, continuing gentle kisses around your tits. You rub yourself against his pants, thrusting in desperation. You’re sure you’ve left a trail of your wetness on him, but you don’t care.

“‘Kay,” you moan out, god, does he have any idea how sexy he is when he’s controlling?

Pariston never did that, you always had to instruct him on everything.

Chrollo pushes your tits together and sucks both of nipples into his mouth, harshly. You speed up your grinding once he starts, letting out a brief “thank you.”

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought, you’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, huh baby? Gonna let me take care of you?” He smirks and you nod eagerly, anything to make him happy.

“Yes Chro! Whatever you want, whatever you need!” You say in passion and desperation. He grabs hold of both of your breasts with each hand, massaging them roughly.

“Good girl, Pariston doesn’t do this huh? Too much of a little bitch to put you in your place?” He says sternly, looking down at you without any emotion on his face. He was in control, and you’re more than happy to give into Chrollo’s desires.

You quickly shake your head, “Never! Just you Chrollo.” You admit, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his knee meets with your thrust. Then he stops, taking off his own pants finally (you definitely left a stain on them) and you see his cock fully erect and absolutely aching for attention.

“I’d take my time with you, but you’re soaked enough and you make me impatient,” he admits, lining his length up with your hole. “Are you ready, baby?” He asks, sitting completely still as he waits for your answer.

“Yes Chrollo, please… just fuck me.” You whimper in desperation. He laughs at you, nodding his head as his cock finally enters you slowly filling your walls with his length.

“So good,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly thrusts into you.

“Faster?” He says, gathering a slow rhythm that would be the death of you. You nod excitedly and moan as he finally pulls out and sheaths himself completely inside of you, forcing another moan out of your mouth. “Fuck…” he curses, giving you short but fulfilling thrusts. “What, you’ve never been fucked by a real man? Is that it?” He teases, licking the shell of your ear. “So used to your little boyfriend who wants to be gentle and romantic? Huh?” You nod, unable to speak as he fucks into you roughly. “Fuckin’ thought so.” He laughs maniacally, and you clench around him at the sound, unable to control yourself. You wrap your legs around his hips, never wanting to let go of him.

“Awe, how cute, you’re already getting addicted my cock,” he teases, this time kissing your forehead. “I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I say, got it?” You look into his eyes, nodding.

“Whatever you want, Chro, I’m yours!” You pant out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you groan, he hits your g-spot repeatedly and it feels marvelous.

“You’re gonna breakup with that little bitch of a man and you’re gonna do it tomorrow, don’t cover up your neck. I want him to see it,” Chrollo growls, “gonna tell him you found a real man to give you exactly what you need, gonna watch him cry because he knows he’ll never be enough for you.” He cackles again, letting out a low growl into your ear. It sends vibrations down your neck and you don’t think you’ll last much longer; not like this.

“O-okay! I’ll leave him! Don’t care if he-he sees, I want him to know it’s you!” You pathetically yell out, and Chrollo rewards you with a sharp bite to your shoulder.

“Good girl, gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Has he ever done that?” You shake your head ‘no,’ earning another chuckle from him. His thrusts feel wonderful; and they become more enhanced when one of his thumbs slips down to rub with your clit.

“‘Course he hasn’t, you were a good girl and you waited for me to be the first huh? Fuck! Be so hot if you were pregnant…” he groans, losing rhythm in his thrust momentarily. “I’ll take care of you,” Chrollo grunts into your ears, and you become intoxicated off his words alone. “Give you what you want, make you happy… so happy.” He promises, looking into your eyes. “Just leave him, be my baby. Promise I’ll give you all the attention-“ his hips stutter, “all the attention you need. Never put anything above you…” Chrollo preaches, “Always wanted to punch his snobby little face, knock that smile off of him. Gonna be so fuckin’ pissed when he realizes some punk ass fucked his girl so good she never looked back.” He blathers on, but you can’t fully understand him at this point. All you understand is that you need him more than you’ve needed anything else in the world. He speeds up his thumb and kisses you deeply, tongues clashing together as you both moan into one another’s mouths. Your cunt clenches around him rapidly; you’re so close… so dangerously close and Chrollo isn’t far off either.

You pull away from him, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you finally reach your high.

“Chrollo! Fuck- I’m yours!” You whine, letting the pleasure overwhelm your body. Your arms begin to loosen around his neck and he follows his own high, painting your walls with his cum as he finally slows down. You’re both panting, enjoying each other's company in your blissed out state. Chrollo slowly pulls out of you and lays down to your right, gently moving your body so that he could spoon you. You drift off into a deep slumber as his arm snakes around your body, keeping you warm.

-

“Mornin’.” Chrollo whispers, watching as you stir awake. You look behind you to see him shirtless- well, naked- with a book in hand. You groan and give him a nasty glare, but then your body moves around to cuddle into him anyway.

“Head hurt.” You grumble out in annoyance and he laughs. “Not funny!” You whine as you bite into his side. He doesn’t seem upset, but giggles at the action instead.

“I have some painkillers in my drawer, also I put your phone to charge. Hope you don’t mind, I turned it off since you kept on getting calls.” He brings up. Chrollo stretches out to his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of medicine and a glass of water. “Sit up for me, please.” He asks and you follow suit.

He opens the bottle for you and gives you two pills, placing them on your tongue for you too. Chrollo brings up the glass to your lips and you slowly sip until you can swallow them. You immediately crawl back into the blanket at his side.

“Gonna need you to finish that water soon, you’re probably dehydrated. What do you want for breakfast? I’ll buy.” He offers but you shake your head.

“Not hungry. Just wanna sleep and die probably.” You groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“First hangover, huh?”

“Oh my god you’re so fucking loud.”

“That was a whisper.”

“SO LOUD!” You whisper-yell back at him. Chrollo chuckles and plays with your messy hair, deciding it’s useless to speak until the meds kick in. You let out small moans as he massages your scalp, relishing the feeling.

A while passes by, and you slowly stir up as your headache passes. “Can you pass me my phone?” You ask, eyes low as you prepare yourself for whatever’s on your phone. He turns it on for you and places it in your hand, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Fuckkk,” you groan, “I’ve never broken up with someone before, how do you even do that?” You look over to Chrollo in confusion.

“I think your neck will speak for itself.” He smirks, and as your phone turns on you ignore the messages and head straight for your camera app.

“Fucking Christ, Chrollo.” You say in disbelief. One hickey was at least two inches wide and long, while the other was smaller but impossible to ignore.

“I think they look great.” He shrugs as if nothing.

You finally check your notifications, you have 46 missed calls from Pariston and several from your parents.

“Ugh, he dragged my family into this, wasn’t necessary at all.” You roll your eyes. Opening the messages your mother left.

“Mind if I read- sorry, I’m nosy.” He asks, and you giggle and nod.

“At least you asked.”

‘Pariston told us you were out drinking (which isn’t a concern, good for you sweetie! Make friends!) but why are you ignoring him?’

‘Pls text back in morning. Love u. Be safe. Xoxo. Will make tiramisu when u visit.’

‘I lied, too much work, haha. Let’s just buy some.’

“Your mother seems sweet,” Chrollo brings up.

“She is, a bit strict but it’s been going away lately.”

And now onto the Pariston messages….

‘Who are you getting drunk with sweetheart?’

‘Okay I apologize for what I said on the phone, I didn’t mean to imply you’re socially inept.’

‘Please answer sweetie I feel awful but the guys want me to do a keg stand and I’ve never been sad drunk before.’

‘Answer meeeeee.’

‘Please.’

‘You always listen to me, what’s going on bunny?’

‘I texted your mom she said you’re allowed to drink but I don’t like you drinking without me that’s just not okay in my book and I will never be okay with it. Sweetheart you should have just drank with us’

“Okay I’m stopping right there, I’m not going through the other 30 messages he left.” You sigh. “I’ll break up with him today, promise.” You turn to Chrollo and peck him on the lips, latching onto his side as you both lay down.

“Wanna watch The Adventures of Buratino? The original Russian version?” He offers, kissing your forehead gently.

It feels sinful, to scroll through your blog and find one raunchy fic after the other, complete with your ecstatic reviews in the tags, detailing exactly which parts you loved and what turned you on, while you sleep peacefully next to him.

Doesn’t mean he feels guilty enough to stop, though.

You’re certainly more of a freak than you’ve let on, and now his shorts really are getting tighter around his hips as the blood rushes to his dick.

He uses this new information to his advantage, of course. To both of your advantages. Arguably, he’s not even the one who’s benefiting most from it, if your reactions to your new sex life are anything to go by.

And why should he feel guilty, when you clearly adore the fruits of his snooping so much? Keening and panting underneath him with more desperation than you’ve ever given him before.

You’re so obviously smitten. You can’t believe how lucky you are to have found someone who understands you so intimately without asking a thing, who services your body so well, who seems to preempt your every desire and share so many of your embarrassing, unspoken kinks.

How could he ever feel guilty, when it’s allowed him to make you feel so good?

Your body is art, glistening with sweat and squirming beneath him. He drives into you with his hand around your neck, grip just firm enough to restrict your breathing the slightest bit, and you’re so, so wet for him. So beautifully worked up.

Tonight he wants to try something you’ve gushed about in your posts more than once.

Slowing his hips to a stop, he pulls away from your neck and grips your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Open,” he orders. “Open up for me.“

You do, without hesitation, a glimmer of excitement in your eyes as you anticipate what’s coming next. He knows he’s the first to do it with you, and it makes him so fucking hard to be the one to fulfill this little fantasy.

Your lips part, and he runs a thumb over the plush of your bottom lip affectionately before pursing his lips, gathering spit into the front of his mouth, and pushing his tongue out to let a thin glob of drool fall from his tongue to yours. Your breathe hitches.

The thin line of spit breaks, and his mouth covers yours, pushing his tongue in and mixing your saliva with the wet muscle. Your pussy flutters around his cock. Fuck. Fuck.

When he finally brings you to orgasm minutes later, your thighs are shaking around his hips and you sob into his shoulder. His high peaks just as yours is coming down, and he releases into you with a groan.

He takes his time regaining himself, and when at last he pulls out and flops over to lie next to you, you’re still panting with your eyes closed and your legs trembling finely. He spreads his palm over your belly, rubs soothing circles and coos at you until you’ve pulled yourself back together.

You look at him like he’s the best thing you have. You look like you need to tell him something.

“Chrollo, I-“ you cut yourself off and nibble at your lip, embarrassed. He threads his fingers into your hair, pushing sweat-soaked strands away from your face.

“Tell me, darling,” he says. “Anything.”

You huff and decide to risk it.

“I think…I love you.”

It’s exactly what he’s been waiting to hear. He props himself up on his elbow, looks at you with an expression that returns every bit of your lovesickness and more.

God, he’s obsessed with you.

“I love you, too,” he says. With his lips against your skin, “I adore you.”

You tuck your face into his chest. You think that maybe you couldn’t be any more happy than you are now.

Chrollo certainly couldn’t be much more pleased, either. You are naked, and smiling, and lovestruck next to him. He has everything he wants.

It hardly took any manipulating (coaxing, he thinks. He hates to use that word) at all. Proof, to him, of how much you needed it. Needed him to be this for you.

And for you…happy, sleepy, open and trusting in his arms…he knows that he would have been willing to go to much greater lengths than snooping through your porn to get here.

If he’s lucky, things won’t have to come to that.

If not…well.