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hello my name is doctor paradinight

It had started out as almost-sort-of a joke, in that Leorio's sense of humor is crude and sometimes he likes working up his boyfriend. Then it had, well, kind of maybe started a conversation. Then that conversation had meant taking out a die to make up a decision for them before they started bickering... They'd started bickering anyway because Kurapika said Leorio had cheated (he might have, listen), Leorio said Kurapika did (he's seen those hands!!), and it had taken a little bit before they'd finally rolled the die with no bickering from either of them.

Then again, considering that Lady Luck had smooched him right on the cheek for the die to roll in his favor, it's not like Leorio had any reason to bicker.

It had taken a little more preparation, after that, not discounting any bickering (playful or otherwise). He'd wanted to do this right, after all, and, well... Who knows better about a doctor's office than someone studying to be one? So he might have gotten into it, a little bit, although he already had. He doesn't have a top notch Hunter's salary yet... but Leorio has something better, and that's being a penny pincher. He'd already been getting stuff for his apartment's cheap study anyway. Some basic tools just to look professional set to the side on his desk, a bench covered in paper to give it that medical look... It's bullshit, but it's trained bullshit. He could probably run a mildly illegal practice this way, really.

He won't (yet) but it's something to keep in mind.

Now, the finishing touch: a nice white doctor's coat, picked up for cheap at a thrift store when he'd been snooping around for other reasons. Leorio fusses with it in the bathroom, well aware that once he's done, they're going right into it. It had been in a thrift store, true, but he knows how to make the most of what he's got. It's been his whole life. All it had needed is a little touching up and voila. He straightens out his back, tugging on the coat to straighten it out. He looks good. Yeah. It makes him think, briefly, of the far future where he might wear this sort of coat for real... but it's the near future, with Kurapika in it, that has his attention.

Alright, this should be long enough for them both to be ready. He'd just told Kurapika to wing it as the patient and not worry too much; all the actual medical bullshitting will be with him. Hopefully he takes it to mind. For now, Leorio just takes a deep breath and steps out of the bathroom over to the closed door where his boyfriend waits behind.

Yeah, he has this.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," he says as he opens the door, faking professional unfamiliarity. It's not quite on point. Leorio can lie, especially if it means cheating in a dice game or arm wrestling or anything... but he's someone who wears his heart on his sleeve just as easily to anyone who's paying attention. It's almost painfully obvious that he's trying to gauge how Kurapika is taking in his appearance, white coat over carefully tailored waistcoat and slacks. Be attracted! Please be attracted! Are you? I want to be, for you. "I'm Doctor Paradinight."

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Having Kurapika land on him is definitely what he needs for his bruised stomach, thank you, however did you know. At least it wouldn't be the first time his torso has taken a beating.

"I was checking your physicals," he coughs out, in the most unbelievable lie ever. "I didn't think you would kick." Although maybe he should have expected it, coming from Kurapika of all people.

"Oh, is that what you call it."

He lets out a breath and pushes himself up so that he's at least not lying with his face almost on Leorio's shoulder anymore. He's not sure if this means they're trying to get back into character right away, or just that Leorio is being a dick. "Well, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Not for the kick in and of itself, but he would rather not do actual damage.

The answer to that unspoken question is 'yes', especially the dick part. Despite both answers and context, however, Kurapika will still find Leorio's hand having somehow found its way to linger by the curve of his thigh. For whatever other faults he might have- which apparently includes 'tickling his boyfriend until he gets kicked off a bench'- Leorio certainly keeps his eye on the prize at times.

At least that means it won't be a surprise to find Leorio not really looking any worse for the wear, although his expression seems to be struggling between grumbling about the kick and almost amused. Kicking your boyfriend, after all, isn't really what's supposed to happen in the bedroom. ~~If you're not Hisoka, any-fucking-way.~~ It's so stupid that it's funny.

"I've been kicked worse," is what he manages after a moment, still maybe sort of sulking. It's true. He's definitely been kicked worse. Sometimes even by Kurapika, depending on the situation. Before he can grumble any further, however, or even make fun of him, an idea almost visibly goes off behind his eyes. "Want to keep that from happening again?"

Well, it doesn't seem like he's badly hurt, at least - though the sulking is still, uh. Far from ideal.

At least he suddenly seems to have recovered, which is... uh. Suspicious. Kurapika raises his eyebrows slightly. "How so?"

Definitely suspicious, and so it should be no surprise when the hand lingering along Kurapika's thigh moves up to somewhere a little further up and joined by its partner. It'd taken a year or so for Leorio to admit that Kurapika is honestly the better fighter out of the two of them, because of course he would be. His goal was to go after some of the most dangerous people in the world, and to earn others like them to rely on him.

In contrast, Leorio has always been training to be a doctor.

But he's been training to be a doctor in the slums for most of his life. It's only recently, later, in his life that he's studied surrounded by clean white walls and enveloped by the smell of things too sharp for his nose. Nah, most of his life, all his studies have been on streets slick with oil grime, his knuckles bloody and bruised from clearing room so that he could fumble cleaning up a friend who got into a scrape, or a friend of a friend, or just some person he'd seen and thought they needed help. Med students get to learn what muscles have what names. Dumbasses learning scraps of medical knowledge on the streets get to learn sort of the same, only then their muscles learn how to grow a little firmer and push a little harder.

So, yeah, Leorio knows he can't beat his boyfriend in a fight, but he knows he can beat him in simple raw strength. That's the kind of thing which comes in handy as his hands hold onto him just right, keeping him right in place while his feet push and shift, reversing their positions.

Like this, knees bent against the floor and body curved over Kurapika's, Leorio feels like he might almost be able to turn this back around to where it was supposed to be, maybe, kind of. He definitely feels like he could when he slides one hand out from where it had cushioned Kurapika against the floor, and instead goes to gather his hands at the wrists. (Another area in which he can beat his boyfriend; Kurapika needs two when he's pinning him.)

"If you're going to react violently," he says, fingers reaching up along his own shirt, "then I guess I'll just have to restrain you, won't I?" Reaching their destination, his fingers curl over the knot at his collar, tugging loose his tie until it flows easily along the crook of his fingers and exposes the curve of his throat.

He's not sure if Kurapika will let him tie him up, but he's kind of eager to see if he can get away with it, now. Fancy knots like the ones that are done on him are a little bit out of Leorio's expertise, sure. Still, shit doesn't need to be fancy to be hot as hell.

Kurapika startles when Leorio flips him over, grabbing onto his shoulders on reflex. That doesn't last long, though, as it's only a moment later that Leorio pins his wrists over his head. Kurapika blinks, his surprise lingering on his face for a couple moments. Ah. So that's how he plans on turning this back around.

"...I suppose so. To be safe." Kurapika smiles, making sure his wrists relax under Leorio's hand, despite the little thrill of excitement in his stomach. Maybe this is salvageable after all.

There it is again, that curl of his lips which could only be made all the more tell-tale of Leorio's quiet delighted pleasure if he had a tail wagging frantically behind him. Funnily enough, it's the same kind of expression he wears whenever Kurapika is the one dominating their bed and bothers to give him any kind of praise or satisfied look in turn. What can he say? He's easy to please, and eager to please.

Besides, it takes a lot to have Kurapika go along with being the one on bottom... especially after a brief dumb scuffle which started with tickling and ended with a kick to the stomach.

Let him have the moment, even if only so he can slide the tie completely loose and free from his neck. It's a good sturdy material, like most of the clothes he wears to look slick. He can't afford much- it's why a lot of his clothes are casual thrift store finds admittedly- but he makes sure to at least get good ties, and suits when he can manage them. Image makes the man, or something? Meanwhile, ties make good makeshift bondage, which is really important here as he winds them around Kurapika's wrists and binds them in a good knot that's, hopefully, not too tight.

And because he's not a complete asshole, he makes sure to follow up on that last bit. "How's that feel?" he asks, one thumb tracing circles against the tender skin just beneath where the tie is wound up, his eyes on Kurapika's face with honest sincerity.

Honestly, after getting kicked off the bench and still trying to keep up the scenario, Kurapika figures he's earned it. Not from the dice roll, of course - that didn't count and was still bullshit. But what's happened has happened, and he might as well go along with it now.

Kurapika gives a small nod, his fingers twitching slightly at the gentle touch of Leorio's thumb, and keeps his eyes locked on Leorio's. "Just fine. That should work nicely."

Shit. Shit. Why is it all the hotter when Kurapika looks straight at him like that? Leorio has no god damn idea how he's going to hold himself back, when that has the a pit of hot ember warming up the bottom of his stomach.

The answer to that is, frankly, he doesn't. For all that he's supposed to be just getting rid of the pants a little bit, "hip problem" and all, Leorio's hands wander a little further than that. Even as one tugs at his pants, making sure they're loose enough to tug down, the other one slips underneath his shirt. Just- he likes to touch, alright? And with Kurapika just, right here, beneath him, hands bound over his head because let Leorio get away with it, those eyes focused right on his... Listen. It's all enough to completely forget that he's been kicked at all today, and also almost enough to make him forget he's supposed to be playing a good doctor. Not completely! Just... enough to have a hand slide under, rough pads gliding over skin and his callouses brushing against the sensitive curves that are Kurapika's ribs. Not with any intent to mess with him, this time. If there's any ticklish sensation, it's completely unintentional.

There's no way he's going to fuck up when Kurapika is actually letting him do this.

It takes a frankly amazing amount of willpower to stop his hand from going up any further than up, a fact that is probably pretty obvious with the way Leorio's gaze keeps flicking up from Kurapika's face to where his shirt has been pushed up because of the hand underneath it. He really wants to go further. He really wants to! But he's going to be really good and pull his hand out.

(That sort of makes it worse, actually, seeing Kurapika's shirt crumpled up lopsidedly and exposing his waist like this. Just- something about the disheveled nature of it on Kurapika of all people gets him all worked up. Shit. He's really not going to last, is he?)

But pants. Right. Pants. Tearing his gaze away from Kurapika's, because he thinks that might help a little bit, he finally gets both hands along his boyfriend's hips. As he slips his fingers beneath the waistband, Leorio kind of figures why Kurapika ties him up so much. Seeing that first brush of blond down past his hips, right before hips end and those strong legs begin, well, he has to take a breath. Maybe a little greedily, his hands settle right along both sides of Kurapika's hips.

"So," he says, voice a tad too rough as he tries to rein in how absurdly turned on and attracted to his boyfriend he is right now, "you said it was your hip, right?"

Kurapika raises his eyebrows slightly when he feels that hand sliding up under his shirt, getting ready to protest if Leorio decides to try tickling him again (and to let him know that if he tries that he is never getting to tie Kurapika up again, so help him).

He's glad to find that it seems he won't have to make that threat after all. There's still something to be said about how that doesn't really match up with the whole scenario here, but, as the calloused pads of Leorio's fingers slide over his ribs, Kurapika doesn't find himself too inclined to complain. He takes a deep breath, the slow expansion of his ribcage against that broad hand the closest he's willing to get to actually leaning into the touch.

It's almost disappointing when Leorio pulls his hand back, when he breaks eye contact, but it's hard to be disappointed for too long when Leorio slides his pants down past his hips.

He nods slowly, taking just a moment to remind himself of his own damn part of the setup. Shit, maybe he should let Leorio top more often. The challenge will be in finding a way to suggest that to him that won't enable him to be a smug jackass about it. "...Yes. That was it."

Just knowing that information would be enough to get Leorio into a state of smugness insufferable to any sensible person. Fortunately for Kurapika, he has no idea. He still feels like he's being graded on how well he does, as a matter of fact.

That's half the only reason he can hold himself back from just shoving his face down inbetween Kurapika's legs, admittedly, which he's not sure would be a top move or still a bottom one. (Or just a sign of Kurapika probably training him really well.) Doing his best, Leorio pulls the pants down just far enough to dig underneath the curve of Kurapika's ass and lets his fingers rest along the bony press of his hips. It's just meant to be a pause, a transition as he tries to figure out a good way to transition this into something sexier, preferably his mouth on Kurapika's junk.

Except...

He can't help it. It's a natural consequence of what happens when he's left staring at Kurapika's body too long, trying to pull himself together for something really sexy but with part of his brain elsewhere. Or maybe it's just habit. Something has to be to blame for how his eye catches how Kurapika's hip presses just a little too bony and sharp against his palm. "You don't eat nearly enough," he finds himself murmuring.

Kurapika lifts his hips, just slightly, enough to help Leorio pull his pants down. He doesn't want to move too much, though, to risk breaking what contact he's getting; as nice of a change as this is, between the slow pace and Leorio's comfortable weight over him, the sheer amount of waiting is getting to be just a little bit agonizing, and it's taking some willpower not to let himself lean into Leorio's hands too much.

...That, however, sure is a nice mood-killer. "What?"

They quite possibly should never have let Leorio get into a doctor position, no matter how fake, over his chronically overworked boyfriend. Then again, Leorio (and some of the other people who love Kurapika despite that time he disappeared for over a year) would argue that maybe Kurapika should take better care of himself.

Unfortunately for him, Leorio isn't the one tied up or on the bottom.

For all that it's definitely a mood killer, Leorio himself sure hasn't noticed. Why the hell should he? His mood has already been killed once he's started to realized just how much his boyfriend has been neglecting himself. Sure, it's not exactly a complete surprise. Kurapika made it clear from Day 1 that he would sacrifice almost anything, even his own pride, to go after his goals, and Leorio has seen him put himself into worse physical condition over it all. That sure as hell doesn't mean he has to like it, and it shows as his lips curl underneath a scowl.

"Look at how badly your ribs show, you're definitely not at a good enough weight! I've fuckin' told you to not forget lunch." Always being told that his boyfriend would do it 'later'- later his ass! "And look at some of these old scars, you didn't get them properly treated at all, did you? I know some can't be helped when we're hunters, but you still need to take care of your body!" It's the body of the guy he loves so damn much, after all, but his love can't do shit if Kurapika doesn't keep up with it for his own body. Accusingly, he points a finger up at his face.

"You need to treat yourself more! Indulge a little for once in your life, shit!"

Oh goddammit this was not in any way how this was supposed to go. Kurapika scowls, leaning slightly upward as if that's going to do anything at all to help the situation. "Are you serious, Leorio? Last I checked, indulging was exactly what we were supposed to be doing right now."

No comment, of course, on how much he may or may not have been eating, or what measures may or may not have been taken to treat his injuries. After all, he's still alive; what's the problem?

Leorio could yell for a very long time on what the problem is, and that's what this is quite possibly gearing up to be. His finger sure as hell doesn't leave from where it's still pointed accusingly at Kurapika's nose. Elsewhere, his other hand makes sure to keep Kurapika's hip where it is. At the very least, he wants to avoid getting kicked in the stomach again, you know? Or, considering their positions, worse places.

"Me eating you out isn't the same as you remembering to eat!" Yes, that might have been where he was going to go there, although it's a little late right now. He could only keep that in for so long anyway. "And you didn't answer the question! You definitely haven't been taking care of yourself!"

Jeez, Leorio, way to rub it in how much better this was going to be if you hadn't decided to get all concerned at him.

It's not like he doesn't expect sudden, pushy concern from Leorio, of course; that would be ridiculous, it's just a part of who Leorio is as a person. Hell, the relentlessness with which Leorio cares about people is part of why Kurapika loves him to begin with - but that doesn't mean it can't get annoying sometimes.

"Well, as far as I can tell, there's not much point to answering, because you've clearly already made up your mind!" He doesn't think to kick Leorio again, or to make any effort to get his wrists free. Instead, all he does is lean forward to argue from closer to Leorio. "I'm fine, Leorio. I'm doing what I can in my very limited free time, which, by the way, is one reason I'd very much like to get on with this already!"

Honestly, it's kind of funny- when he's not in the middle of it, as he is now- how the two of them always get right in each other's faces whenever they're arguing. It's been like that since day 1, and their days together reaching into the hundreds hasn't changed a damn thing.

Including how Leorio leans right in back, jaw set in that stubborn way that says he's hanging onto this stupid argument because he's just as much so. "Your time is limited because you make it that way!" he snaps, bristling. He's pretty sure a good solid chunk of work is Kurapika being himself, after all.

But you know what? Fine. Fine! If he's going to be such a stubborn asshole about this, then he can be a stubborn asshole about it, and Leorio will wear him down because that's the only thing that ever works. So after a long stare off, Leorio finally reaches up to move Kurapika's body. Sorry, boyfriend, you're being moved to your stomach now. Which will probably annoy him, but oh god damn fucking well!! It'll help to move the rest of his pants as well, from where they might have gotten caught between body and floor. It might seem like it's just going to happen like that, no more playing about it...

Except, instead of going right for the goods, as it were, Leorio shifts back a little bit and takes a breath. Alright, he thinks he remembers how this goes... He doesn't have anything fancy to add onto this, but, whatever. With his hands carefully smoothed out, he presses lightly down into the bottom of Kurapika's calf. Sliding them up, he follows the curve of his leg, the dip at his knee, then up again sliding a little to the side, going from the ass to hip.

If his free time is so limited, then he'll just take his own sweet time with it!

Kurapika just scowls wordlessly back at Leorio - until he finds himself being flipped over, which gets a startled grunt. He shoots a sharp glare over his shoulder at Leorio, but doesn't protest... especially not when Leorio finally gets back to getting his pants off. Took long enough.

Apparently, though, it's going to take even longer. Which might be for the best given how goddamn efficient that argument was at killing the mood. Fine, he'll deal with it. He rests his head on the floor, scowling off to the side somewhere and just... waiting, basically, lying still except for occasional squirms when Leorio's hands land somewhere sensitive (or ticklish).

Frankly, it's amazing how efficient they are at cockblocking themselves sometimes. The kick to the stomach didn't do it, but, well, their own bickering is always more efficient than any actual hits.

Not that Leorio is doing what he's doing to get them back into the mood. Well, okay, maybe, if it happens, he wouldn't exactly complain, sure. However, there's a purpose to the way his moves his hands, up one leg, then the other, graduating up to the back. He knows for a fact that Kurapika has to have knots up the ass- well, up the back, whatever, it's not literal. What is literal is the fact that he knows how tightly wound his boyfriend keeps himself.

The trick is just finding the actual physical proof... which will definitely have him win this argument.

Somehow.

Don't question it.

Leorio sure hasn't bothered to, focused more with keeping his weight on Kurapika's legs as he's moved upwards, and taking in the feel of his skin beneath his hands. It'd be weird to him, any other time, how different going slow makes this whole experience... All his focus on Kurapika's body, the way it feels beneath him... if he weren't so engrossed in making sure he does this just right. He's still a student when it comes to this kind of massaging stuff, and he wants to make sure he gets it right.

...

The longer Kurapika waits, the more he's coming to suspect that Leorio is actually not getting back to what they were supposed to be doing here at all. The hands on his back, moving over the tight spots under his skin from where his constant tension has taken its toll, are far too professional to be leading into what Kurapika would rather they be. It's not the same as the feigned professionalism Leorio had been putting on before.

Kurapika twists around, his range of motion limited by his bound wrists, to scowl at Leorio again. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, dammit, you moved-" The grumbles of annoyance are only half there, his hands stuttering to a pause as Kurapika's body shifts against his hands. He doesn't want to mess up and touch somewhere he didn't mean to, after all, especially with Kurapika being such a sensitive douchebag. Still, he thought he'd been doing pretty good there...Or maybe it's just because Kurapika has worked himself up into such a mess that even a shitty amateur can manage to get out a knot or two.

Still, he guesses he has a question to answer, and he sends a sulky sort of glare right back at his boyfriend. "Don't question your doctor," he says, well aware that they've tossed that particular bit out a while ago. "Anyway, I'm taking care of you. What, are you going to tell me it doesn't feel good?"

"This isn't taking care of me, Leorio, it's wasting time!"

And he... okay, he can't honestly say it doesn't, but this is not the kind of good feeling he was looking for here. He squirms under Leorio's hands, mostly just to make things difficult for him. "Either hurry it up or untie me."

"And maybe you need to waste a little- hey!"

This prick. This absolute prick. How did they get to this point? Even as he tries to use one hand to grab at Kurapika's wrists and the other at his hips, Leorio isn't entirely sure about the answer. Things just kinda got stupid and frustrating, and here they are.

"Stay still, you!"

"No!" Is he being immature? Absolutely. But then, it's not like Leorio isn't, so it probably evens out.

"Are you intending to do what we came here for or not?"

They're both immature assholes, which makes it funnier that everyone else sees Kurapika as the smart and calm-headed one, at least to Leorio. Then again, most people probably haven't had the privilege of front row seats to Kurapika's temper and dumb bickering alike.

"Maybe if you just stayed still and enjoyed yourself, it would happen!"

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