Harbinger

The Final Destination

As Chrollo plunked you down onto the bed, he too, collapsed.

"Damn. Finally." He groaned.

"Where are we?" You asked, looking over at him.

"Heaven's Arena. The whole floor is mine. I won it." He closed his eyes and soaked up the feeling of a soft bed that he had missed out on for at least a month.

"By what? Winning some lottery?" You came closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder as his arm snaked underneath his coat on your body and wrapped around your waist.

"By being a badass. Winning every fight." He kissed your forehead.

"You probably just scowled at everyone and they let you win." You giggled. "Your feet must be sore. Do you want me to rub them?"

"Angel in disguise, hmm? If you wish, servant." He smiled at you with closed eyes as he pointed at the drawer of his bedside table. "Before that though, can you roll up a joint or two? I think we've both had a hell of a week."

"No more hard drugs, huh? I thought next you'd move onto methamphetamine next." You rolled on top of his tired body and reached into the drawer. Out came the papers and jar full of pre-ground marijuana. Slowly and with determination you first laid out two papers on the flat nightstand. Next, you poured a small amount of the drug onto each paper.

"More." Chrollo turned his head and eyed it.

"Anymore and it won't fit. Relax."

"Maybe after the first hit." He quipped back.

As you rolled up the first joint and brought the edge of the paper to your lips, you noticed Chrollo gazing at you. Seductively, you licked the edge and patted it down to seal it. Then, you repeated the process again.

"Light?" You asked.

"Pocket."  

"Which?"

"Find out."

Giggling, you dug through all of the pockets in his pants, until you were finally successful. As you heard the satisfying click of the metal apparatus and felt the heat on your thumb, you brought the joint to Chrollo's lips, which he gratefully accepted. Bringing the fire closer, you burned the tip of the cylinder of pleasure. Strongly, he inhaled until you were actually impressed with his lung capacity.

Gently, he pushed you back until you were sitting on his pelvis, turned his head to the side and exhaled a few seconds of smoke. Then, he held the joint between his fingers and presented it to you. You placed the tip between your lips and took your own deep inhale. After holding it in your lungs for just a moment you blew the plume of smoke straight upwards.

"Christ... you are gorgeous." He continued to puff as he dragged his other hand along your bare torso.

"Alright, let me at those toes, ~Danchou~" You laughed as you watched him physically cringe. "What? No good?"

"Don't call me that! You're not in my Troupe. Call me Chrollo." You pushed yourself back and sat with his feet in your lap. Tentatively, you picked up his right foot and began rubbing it with your fingers. Groaning, he relaxed even further into his pillow. He had said he would make it up to you, but for the moment he accepted this bliss.