D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Circus of Night ❯ Gone before Dawn ( Chapter 1 )

unbetaed... my section breaks keep getting removed! damn thing!

 

Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of the story of D.Grey-Man only the idea for this plot…

 

Warning: Lime here…may seem like a lemon to some but this is what I call a lime, my lemons contain so much more…

 

Note from Israfel: Alright I wanted to create something new and this seemed like a nice idea (and I got through the first chapter happily). So I plan on making many more chapters after this. As for how long the story will be I have no clue, it could be something small (I doubt it) or it could be something LONG (Like Fixated…530pages) However since this is still in the planning stages I whole heartedly will take ideas from others and see if they can be worked in, otherwise I am left to my own devices…which may not be that great to some and may be fantastic to others, either way on with the show…

 

CircUs of NIghT

 

Gone before the Dawn

 

Come one, Come all

 

Gather round boys and girls

 

And try not to stall

 

The shows about to start

 

The world's in a daze

 

And you're about to be amazed

 

This circus is in town for just one night

 

Are you ready for a fright?

 

Come one, Come all

 

Ladies and Gentlemen are you ready for a treat

 

This isn't any ordinary feat

 

Prepare to be astounded

 

Prepare to be confounded

 

This worlds about to take on a whole new look.

 

Are you prepared for it to be shook?

 

The time has come my friends

 

Do you have all your trends

 

If not it's too late

 

Take your seats and please be hushed

 

The curtains about to fall

 

Are you ready for the call?

 

One…

 

Two…

 

Three…

 

Lights out!

 

In the dim of the night

 

The time is right

 

For all your dreams to come true

 

May they be simple, small,

 

Large or tall,

 

Everyone here is treated to the fear

 

Ask what that is

 

Ask what that is

 

Look the curtains rising,

 

Hush now, hush now, there is our actor

 

Can you see him smiling?

 

That's the only factor

 

That will not change…

 

-

 

The room was dimly lit. The place was heady with smoke from candles. The floor was polished wood and the walls were covered in expensive drapes and silk curtains. Lush, extravagant pillows littered the floor, mixed in with petals from white and red roses. The room had an exotic feel to it.

 

Allen was sitting in the middle of it. He was atop a rather expensive pillow, sitting in the same manner he seldom saw Kanda in. There was a low sitting cherry wood table before him with a single, small cup of tea atop it. He wasn't sure if it was Earl Grey or even Green Tea, for all he knew it could have Chamomile…

 

The small exorcist is nervous and unsure of what to do.

 

He had done as instructed so far, he had Timcanpy turned off, tucked neatly away in a bag that reminded the boy of an oversized purse. Allen glanced over at the futon on the floor, covered in the flower petals and expensive sheets; the rug beneath it was Persian, the headboard between it and the wall Egyptian.

 

The door to the room opens up softly and a woman's voice fills the air, bringing in the scent of incense with it; the boy freezes in response to the sound. He's not sure what to do, the sound of the woman's voice is deep and somewhat husky and it's making his mind spin, he's too nervous. Why was I sent?

 

“Why have you come here?” The scent of incense is interlaced with the smell of cigarette smoke, making Allen think that it's coming from one. The smell reminds him of Cross and he can't help but feel somewhat reassured at that. He closes his light colored eyes and reminds himself of what he's doing, why he's there, what Komui had told him.

 

“They can't know you're an exorcist, or that you are trying to find out if they have an Innocence there…

 

…when they ask why you came, which they will, you have to reply like a real customer-god forbid-like Cross…”

 

“Well?” The woman's voice calls Allen back to reality. He looks down at the tea cup, unable to make himself turn around and look at her, I'm not supposed to right?

 

“You're a kid too, funny how you had that much money.” More smoke fills the room, coming closer to Allen, somehow numbing his senses, reminding him all too much of Cross.

 

“Don't be scared, tell me, what is it that you came here for?” Allen closes his eyes, preparing himself for his response. It comes out almost shaky and far too meek sounding, “to have a desire filled…”

 

The exorcist can feel the woman smile, can somehow sense it, before she moves almost silently towards him. He can hear her soft foot steps on the wooden floor as they come closer to him. She kneels down behind him and in an instant his eyes are covered by a cloth and her hand, her other one on his forehead. Allen can feel panic welling up in his system at being plunged into total darkness.

 

“To have a desire filled? Well let's see what your deepest one is.” The woman's voice is too close to his ear, her very being is too near him; it's making his heart race. He can't tell what she's doing, what's going on. He can feel that she is looking inside his mind somehow; it has to be with the hand on his forehead.

 

“Awe, I see, you've suppressed all sexual desires in you body, for the sake of your work. Now just who do you really want the most? Can, no, do you even know?” Allen suddenly wants to pull away and hide. He can feel his face heating up. It feels like something inside him is being exposed, something unpleasant that he's denied most of his life…

 

“So, who do you really want?” For a split second, for that single sentence, it wasn't that woman's voice that spoke to him. It was Kanda's. Allen yanks himself away from the woman. He hits that table and nocks the tea over along with himself. The boy stares at the woman, both astounded and scared by what he's heard. Why Kanda?

 

The woman's appearance demands his attention, keeping him from letting himself think. Her face is painted in a beautiful yet odd manner, her hair is long and wavy but turns into ivy at the ends. She had wings, a bit like a fairies that seem to glow. The woman moves closer to Allen, till she's leaning atop him.

 

“Who did you hear?” Her voice is demanding and laced with curiosity; she can see how surprised he is. Before the exorcist can stop her, her hands move up and her fingers touch his temples. Allen can't help but picture Kanda when she does that.

 

“I see…this man, he's the one you desire.” The woman stands and yanks the boy up with her, tossing him onto the futon. For a second he is surprised by how soft the bed is, considering it's on the floor. That's when he notices that the room is slowly filling up with a fog; the woman is retreating to the door.

 

“Have fun,” She calls back. “Make sure you are gone before daylight, otherwise you belong to us, as stated in the contract…” The fog has filled the room so much now that the only thing Allen can see on the other side is the faint glow of the candles. He can hear the door open and shut and for a moment he thinks he's alone.

 

He's wrong though, because Kanda is suddenly standing aside the futon, scaring Allen more then surprising him.

 

“K-Kanda…?” The exorcist hates how his voice is suddenly shaky, almost like he can feel something unpleasant is going to happen.

 

“I'm an illusion created for you.”

 

“What?” The Asian man doesn't say anything more, instead he begins to remove his exorcist jacket. Panic is welling up inside of Allen and he suddenly finds himself on his knees and yanking the jacket shut.

 

“You want to undress me?” Kanda's voice is too real, and sounds too much like the real one. It makes Allen shiver visibly; whether its fear or desire he can't tell. The boy is pushed back onto the futon, his hands are held down and he can feel Kanda's hair on his cheeks. His face heats up as lips press against his own.

 

They feel real, and exactly as he imagined-when did I?- almost too real. Allen can't help but love the sensation, the idea of Kanda's lips on his own-this isn't real! He yanks away, panting heavily, his cheeks inflamed and bright red. The Asian man breathes against the younger ones ear before licking the shell.

 

The boy can feel a knee force its way in between his legs and before he can react Kanda's body is lying flush against his own. He is momentarily lost in thought, Allen is feeling too much all at once, too many unfamiliar sensations are running through him.

 

“Kanda-Stop!” He suddenly feels panic welling up inside of him again. He doesn't know why, except that he knows this Kanda isn't real. The tongue against his neck says otherwise and for a split second his mind goes blank, long enough for his shirt to be pushed up. Allen starts to struggle, trying to push Kanda back and to free himself-This is too much!

 

His body feels sluggish and is reacting slowly, too slowly. He wonders if there had been something in the tea he had been given earlier. “Stop!” The boy's thoughts seem to be slowing down and before he knows what's happening he feels Kanda's hands undoing his pants, his shirt lying on the floor somewhere; the Asian man is only half dressed now.

 

“Why are you fighting?” Allen's breathing is labored and he feels electricity run through his body; he's reacting to the others voice and he doesn't know why. He doesn't understand anything of what's happening, the feeling is too foreign. This isn't right! I hate Kanda, I'm supposed to like Linalee… Supposed to…

 

“Get off me!” The Asian man is shoved back, amusement is clear in his eyes.

 

“You fight me but your arousal is obvious.”

 

“What the hel-” Allen's voice stops in his throat as Kanda's hands are in his pants now and his crotch is being grabbed. The feeling that shoots through him is akin to liquid fire and it's starting to create a rift between his mind, body, and heart.

 

“See, you do like this.” The boy reaches up and tries to push Kanda's hands away, but the sudden squeeze to his cock causes his mind to go blank and his body to freeze. He is suddenly pushed back, his hands held down by just one of the older man's.

 

“If you plan on resisting then I'm going to restrain you.” Allen tries to do just that, to free himself, although the more he struggles the more he can feel Kanda. Whatever was in the tea is really starting to affect him.

 

“Let me Go!” His voice is weak sounding and ineffective as his hands are tied together by the white ribbon from the other's hair. He is fixed to something behind him and by the time he realizes it's the headboard he can't do anything about it.

 

“Kanda Stop!” He's shouting, feeling desperate now. There is a hot tongue on his chest, licking ever so slowly lower. Allen can't deny that it feels good-He's not real! His pants are suddenly being pulled down, boxers and all. The boy's body is frozen and all he can do is stare at the older man, panic clear in his eyes.

 

“You're hard, despite your resistance.” The Asian man opens his mouth and licks up the underside of Allen's dick. The boy's mind is falling apart and something in it tells him that he's thought about this before.

 

“Please-don't!” Allen closes his eyes, His mind is screaming at him, telling him that what's happening shouldn't be.

 

“Maybe you want me to rape you.” Kanda muses before submerging Allen's obvious arousal in his mouth. The boy is suddenly seeing stars. The illusions mouth is captivating and his body is begging for more.

 

“Stop…” Allen's mind is still saying no, even though his body is trembling for more. The suction is increasing and that tongue is caressing him, causing his mind to go blank once more.

 

“…oh…Kanda…” The words are almost silent but they're still there, making Allen's world spin. He's about to cum, about to moan the others name again but before he can Kanda is suddenly pulling away. The smaller exorcists mind is empty and dazed, his body feels like its throbbing. The illusion of Kanda sits up and pulls the boy's pants off completely before removing his own.

 

Allen shivers, feeling far to exposed for his liking. He tries to pull his legs up, to cover himself, to create some sort of barrier between him and the other man. It doesn't work, none of his efforts have. Kanda's hands are on his knees, pulling them down, coaxing him into spreading his legs.

 

The boy can feel his heart beating harshly against his rib cage. “Kanda…please… don't…” He is begging now, asking the illusion to stop, pleading with him. Allen can feel his mind breaking, that if this actually happens he won't be the same, he won't be able to speak to the real Kanda properly ever again.

 

“Don't…” The small exorcist begs again, closing his eyes and turning his head away. For a moment he doesn't feel anything and the room is silent, so silent that he thinks the illusion has listened to him. That's when he feels an all too gentle and all too real kiss on his forehead and then one on his temple.

 

Allen can feel his body trembling again, can almost hear his heart hammering against his rib cage. Fingers are slipped into him and he opens his eyes. The boy is staring up into the ones of Kanda-he's not real! “…stop…” He gives a tug to the restraints on his arms, a weak one; he can tell that his body has given up fighting, has given in to what's happening.

 

“I…don't want this…” Allen feels like his heart is breaking and he can't figure out why, he doesn't understand why it hurts so much to have this happen. The fingers inside him are moving about and his body is reacting even more. The boy is starting to cry despite the fact that he is beginning to push back against Kanda's hand.

 

“I wouldn't be here if you really didn't.” Allen closes his eyes again, telling himself once more that This Kanda isn't real, that he's not the one he sees all the time back at the Order. The boy is trying to think, trying to understand why it's Kanda that the woman said he desired.

 

His mind is brought to a sudden halt when the fingers inside of him press against something that makes his back arch and his mouth drop open in a hardly suppressed moan. That's when it clicks into place, when he understands why it was Kanda that had come to mind when asked what he wanted.

 

He really did desire Kanda, but not for sex, or anything as physical as that. He loved the man because of who he was, because he was strong and graceful, because he had his pride and refused to let anything touch him. Allen stares up at the fog covered ceiling, his cheeks wet from the silent tears he is crying. He had known he admired Kanda but he had never realized that his admiration for the older man had become something akin to love…he had told himself long ago when he lost Mana that he wasn't going to love anyone that strongly again.

 

The fingers slip out of him and for a second the boy feels lost. He knows that it's about to happen, that he's about to break. Kanda is pressing against him, he is almost inside of him, almost and Allen decides to give in, because this is something that he never expects to happen again and a small part of his mind tells his that he does want this, that he needs this.

 

The small exorcist spreads his legs, allowing the Asian man to have more access to him and before he knows it he is being stretched open by something that is much larger and much hotter then the fingers. The boys' eyes are shut tight and he is still crying silent tears. Within a moment the pressing stops and Kanda is fully seated inside of him.

Allen's breathing is erratic, he is wanting to say something, that he doesn't believe the man when he tells him this is what he wants. His mind is a mess and he is starting to feel more then just lost; confused. He knows that this is something that he wants now but at the same time he feels like he is breaking still.

 

Kanda kisses him, on the lips and Allen pulls his previously closed eyes open a second. The Asian man's lips really are just too good and too much like what he thought they would be. The boy still doesn't know where those thoughts had come from, or when he had pictured the older man that way. He knows that he had at some point but he is just unable remember when. Kanda pulls back from him, and gently rocks his hips forward, teasing the boy below him.

Allen gasps, a sudden jolt of pleasure shoots through him and he can't think again. His back side aches from being stretched so far open yet at the same time he likes it and he can't explain why. The two kiss again and this time Allen is willing, allowing the other to slip his tongue in. It is in that moment that Kanda pulls out and pushes himself back in. The kiss is broken as the smaller male gasps at the sensation.

 

The Asian man repeats the action, out and then back in, it is harsher then before and Allen is gasping again. His head is tilted back and his body is throbbing and tingling all over. The motion is repeated again and the boy's almost empty mind has few scattered thoughts. Among them he is sympathizing with Cross for sleeping with so many people.

 

His mouth drops open as he feels hands on his hips, tilting them up a little more. Out and then back in. If this really was what sex was like he wouldn't mind having more of it. Out and back in; harsher now. Allen lets out another breathy gasp and looks up at Kanda. The Asian man looks fantastic to him and his heart suddenly hurts. He's not real… The thought is depressing and he knows why he's letting this happen now. He really is in love with the man and he feels like his affection will never be returned.

 

Out and in, faster now. Allen squeezes his eyes shut, feeling even more now. He's trying not to let the pain in his heart over ride the pleasure. He lifts his legs up, wrapping them around Kanda's waist, wishing that it really was Kanda now. Allen leans up, numbly thinking of what he could do if his hands were free. He kisses the man, timidly, before gasping as something inside of him is bumped.

 

“Feels good?” Kanda's breath is next to his ear, his voice is sinking into his mind, eating away at him slowly. The boy can only whimper in reply, as that place inside of him is hit again. He wants his hands free more then ever now, wishing that he could touch the illusion of the man he wants.

 

The boy initiates another kiss, a sloppy one as they are both reaching their limit. Kanda lets out a low sound, making the others insides turn in sheer pleasure. He reaches up and unties the smaller male's hands. With in a second Allen has his hands tangled in Kanda's long dark hair.

 

“Please…hold me…” The exorcist whimpers knowing that he's about to reach his limit. Their movements are frantic and both are close. Allen can feel something inside of him about to break, something that will snap with his release. He doesn't care though, not anymore because all he wants now is to hold onto Kanda, even if what he is holding onto is an illusion…

 

The Asian man wraps his arms around the smaller male, he is lifting him off of the futon and into his lap. Out and back in; Allen is moving his body more now, the uncontrollable pleasure flooding his system. He is holding onto Kanda like his life depends on it. They kiss again, and the boy can feel his mind falling apart. He is starting to cry again.

 

Kanda makes a sound, breaking the kiss, and Allen hides his face in his neck, moaning softly as the place inside of him is hit repeatedly. He tightens his grip on the man's shoulders, inhaling deeply, trying to make everything last. He can't though and he is cumming within seconds.

 

His body is spasming and his mind is seeing stars. The feeling lasts for a few seconds and as it starts to fade his mind goes along with it, falling into an empty sleep.

 

-

 

A door is slammed open and Allen finds himself being yanked out of bed in a strong grip. He is lost for a moment, his mind dazed. The first thing he realizes is that he is naked and he reaches for a blanket, something, anything to cover himself. The second thing that his mind takes notice of is that he is still in the extravagant room, still on the futon bed.

 

He looks up, shocked, as the strong grip on his arm drops him back onto the floor. Allen grabs a blanket and covers himself with it, before looking up at the person who woke him.

 

It is the woman from before, the one that looked inside his mind. She looks different now, human. Her hair is held back in a low ponytail, no longer turning to vines on ends. She is dressed in a loose kimono styled dress, two layers, and her face is no longer painted, her wings are absent.

 

“I told you to be gone by morning, child.” She is hissing at him, clearly mad; pissed. “You got your wish and yet you fall asleep? I said be GONE!” Allen looks down, trying to figure out how he had fallen asleep. He can only recall… He realizes that he must have fainted and his face drains of color.

 

“I told you that if you were here the next day you belonged to us. Why did you stay?!” The woman is shouting still but she sounds desperate and Allen can't help but wonder why. He looks down at the expensive carpet and tries to think of something to say.

 

“I-I fainted…” he feels weak and stupid saying that. The woman lets out an exhausted sigh and moves across the room, picking the boy's clothes up and tossing them at him.

 

“Dress yourself child, I must take you to the Circus Master, your new owner.” Allen looks up at that, unsure if he heard the woman right.

 

“Owner…?” He asks, hesitant. The woman fixes him with a hard stare clearly unhappy.

 

“You signed the paper, said you be gone by dawn, but you aren't and there for you are now property of the Circus of Night. You are stuck here now…”

 

“Stuck…? Allen is leaning forward, still covering his body, ignoring the pain in his backside. The back of his mind is telling him that something horrible is about to happen, has happened. Why was I sent here?

 

“Get dressed, our Master will give the final decision as to what work you will be doing here.” The woman is frowning still, her facial expressions are set in place but her eyes are showing Allen the she is as scared as he is. The exorcist hesitates a second, feeling like she should leave the room or something.

 

“I said get dressed.” She snaps at him, her voice faltering in its intensity. “You don't have anything I haven't seen before…except that arm…” The boy looks down, at his hands a second before doing as she said. It hurts him to move, to lift his legs to put them in his pants and boxers.

 

“You have any idea what's going to happen to you now?” The woman sounds chocked, fearful even. Allen chooses to remain silent as he moves across the room to pick his bag with Timcanpy in it up. “This place is worse then brothels…The curses that are set upon us are horrific and for those lucky enough to get bought have to live with them.” Allen swallows thickly, he can feel the fear setting into him and he is starting to worry.

 

“Curses?” He asks, holding his bag close to his chest, desperately wanting to turn Tim on and send him for help. The woman looks at him before moving towards the door.

 

“You saw me last night, that is my curse, that is how I look every night, how I'll look for the rest of my life unless I satisfy the conditions on which I was cursed…or as the Master says, Marked.” Allen looks down, suddenly wanting to touch his eye. He was already cursed, he didn't need another one…

“Let's go.” The woman leaves the room and the exorcist follows slowly, his heart beating faster then he wants it too. He can already feel something terrible is about to happen.

 

and he has no clue how bad it's about to get

 

So…first chapter done… I like this story/idea quite a bit and it is going to be a bit angsty but no where near as bad as my Fixated (I hope) since Allen is a bit angsty to begin with… Feed back is always welcome but never needed and since this is a new story I have very little to say… I am slightly unsure of the format for this story (Chapter title is set up below story title and ending chapter comment just above this) but I think that's because it's new since I am so used to the Fixated format…

 

Au Revoir,

Israfel