D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Circus of Night ❯ How to Please ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I have no ownership over DGM otherwise Allen would be the Orderwhore…for at least Kandy and Cross and be giving oral in random places… but sadly I do not own so… O,:

WARNING! HEHEHEHE +u+ Aren does something REALLY naughty… OH and the usual cursing…

Note from Israfel: Haaaaaaaa this is…well I have no words for this chapter other then I loved writing Kandy…+///u///+ He's ma faaaaaaaaave… I love Allen but Damn Kandy is tooo awesome… sexy ass man…

CircUs of NIghT

~How to Please~

Kanda is glaring at the small female before him. She is dressed in a large jacket, something lavishly decorated in lace, is wearing boots that go up to her knees. She is smiling though, smiling a twisted smile that unnerves him and annoys him all the same.

“Sooo…do you know where Allen-tan has gone?” Rhode watches Kanda's eyebrow twitch, watches his annoyance at her words. She takes a step closer, her feet sinking in the snow.

“No, I don't.” The swordsman's words are clipped and hold malice. He knows that she is dangerous, that she could send him into another dimension at will. He doesn't fear her though and it makes him wonder why he can't control his heart rate.

“So then he's gone missing?” Rhode pouts, or frowns, something of a fake gesture with a hint of true emotions.

“I couldn't tell you, I haven't been back to the Order in a long time.” Kanda tenses a moment, keeping Mugen between them. He is highly on guard.

“Then you wouldn't know where it is even if I asked…” The small female frowns, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets before pulling out a lollypop. “You see they moved, after taking something from us…two things from us…” She puts the candy in her mouth, her golden eyes shifting about the darkened scenery.

“I wonder where Tyki-pon has gone…” Kanda narrows his eyes, caring very little for the fate of the finders.

“Is that all you're here for?” Rhode turns to the Japanese man, scans him with her eyes.

“You are awfully tense, you know, for just a conversation. If I wanted to hurt you I would have already.”

“I'd like to see you try.” Rhode smiles and takes another step closer to Kanda. She leans forward, removes the candy from her mouth. She just stands there, staring at him for what feels like too long.

“You really don't know anything about Allen-chan?”

“No.” The word is said with more malice then Kanda feels at the moment, said with more hatred then he actually has right then.

“Really? Because you are acting very defensive over my lost pet…”

The swordsman snaps then, snaps and slashes at the female, causing her to jump back quite a ways, a false expression of shock on her face.

“My you are a temperamental one…” Kanda takes a quick step to the side, eyeing Tyki more then Rhode.

“What do you want?” He snaps at him, tensing once more, feeling the abnormal bloodlust coming from him.

“Just checking to make sure the Walker boy isn't around here…” The man smiles, smiles sadistically before waking towards Rhode. “Let's head back it's too cold here…”

And with that the two of them slip into a black mass that has appeared from no where, something Kanda knows is Rhodes doing.

He waits for them to completely disappear before turning and heading back to the camp site, knowing full well that the finders are dead already. He pays them no attention, just pushes the dead on to their sides and searches their pockets, pulling items that he needs out, items that he can give to Komui. He would bring the bodies back, if he was finished with his mission, if he wasn't so far from a town…

The air in the room is heavy, thick.

It smells of musk and smoke…

…and sex…

Arousal

Allen is lying on his back, his shirt unbuttoned and pushed off his shoulders. Cross is kissing his neck, is giving the boy's skin opened mouth kisses. He is drunk, drunk from alcohol and Allen's taste.

The boy is timid yet arousingly experienced.

Cross licks a patch of skin, nips it, bites it, harsh enough to make Allen gasp, to squirm beneath him. He leans up, kisses his neck, nips at his ear. He brings their mouths together.

Allen is accepting, is letting Cross do as he wishes, allows his tongue to slide against his own, allows his hands to ghost across his skin. He makes a sound, a small moan, and Cross grips his hips, lifts him up. The boy is set on his lap, Cross still on the edge of the bed. They kiss, again, breaking for air, and Allen sucks on his tongue briefly.

“Fuck…” The man groans as he feels teeth on his bottom lip, teasing. He opens his eyes, dazed as Allen stares back at him.

“How does Master want me?” Cross doesn't reply, only attacks the boy's lips, grabs his waist and holds him in place. He thrusts up, rubbing and grinding against him. Allen gasps, dizzy suddenly.

“M-Master…it feels so good!” He whispers, his eyes glossy. The man's hands are still on his hips, are guiding him to move. “Why…?” The word comes out on an exhaled breath, catching Cross off guard.

He stares at Allen, at the boy on his lap, at his flushed face and swollen lips. He moves his hands, moves them lower, grips his backside and thrusts up. The boy whimpers again, gasps and tilts his head down, breathing against Cross's neck.

“You've felt this before, right?” Cross is still moving his hips, is still directing Allen, still making him gasp and whimper against him. The boy opens his mouth, opens it to speak but a particularly strong sensation runs through him, catching his breath.

Allen shakes his head no, exhaling hot air against the man's neck.

“No, Master…I'm here to please you, not myself…” Cross stares at him, his intoxicated mind moving slow. He wants the boy, wants to have him right now but…

“I want you to,” Allen whimpers lightly as the movement of their hips stop. The man moves him back a little, moves him so that he looks up. “I want you to pleasure yourself.”

Lavi is lying on his stomach in his room. He is reading a paper that Bookman has laid out for him. It is from Egypt, is talking about some artifacts that have been found in the dessert. He is mildly amused, almost interested in the paper, the article, almost because his mind is unfocused.

He is waiting for it to become dark, waiting to go see Komui again.

Allen will change at night, when the sun goes down and he will be there to watch along side Bookman.

There is a light knock against his door, causing him to sigh and sit up right. His headband is lying on the bed. His hair is a mess, he is dressed only in a shirt and pants but he still opens the door. The light from the hall is brighter then in his room and he is forced to blink multiple times.

“Yeah?”

“I'm sorry did I wake you?” Linalee's voice is soft causing the young man to wonder if something might be wrong.

“No, no I was reading…” Lavi glances back at his room, intending to invite the female in but stops seeing how horribly messy it is. “Want to take a walk?” He suggests instead.

“Ah, yes…” She gives a small smile, one that is years away from her past ones. “We might run into Allen then…” Lavi shakes his head, not wanting to tell the female that they won't. He knows that the boy is in his room, knows that he won't leave unless Cross goes to get him.

“We might,” Lavi turns back to his room and pulls his boots on. He follows Linalee out into the hall. They walk slowly, past a couple of Finders that smile and wave to the female. She returns the gesture, less enthusiastically before turning to Lavi.

“Brother has assigned a mission to me…” The redhead blinks, pausing a moment in his steps.

“So you'll be leaving soon?”

“He's been trying to lessen the work load lately…to get Kanda to come back…”

Lavi nods, calculating how long it's been since he's seen the ill tempered samurai. The two turn down a corridor, head down the hall that is closest to the outside, down the one that is lined with windows. Linalee watches the scenery as they move past.

“Miranda and Krory will be coming back soon too…”

“I haven't seen the old bat in sooo long!” Lavi laughs lightly placing his hands behind his head. Linalee turns to him, an annoyed expression on her face. The young man knows that she wants to scold him, though she seems unsure of who he's speaking of.

“Lavi can I ask you something?” The two of them stop walking at the end of the hall. Linalee turns to face the redhead, scanning the area briefly for anyone near by.

“While I'm gone can you watch Allen?”

“You know I will, he's not…right…right now…” The female shakes her head and takes a step closer to Lavi. She places her hands on his shoulders and stares up at him.

“No, I mean really watch him, how he acts towards everyone…see if it's…different…” The redhead stares down at Linalee, at her bright yet worried eyes. He swallows, his throat suddenly dry, his mind suddenly all too aware of her hands.

“Komui…he told you didn't he…”

“That Allen was in love with someone? Yes… So please just watch him…” It's then that she does it, that she leans up, that she presses herself against him. Lavi blinks, suddenly very aware of how close she is. He flushes, her lips just centimeters away from his.

“Linalee…” He takes her shoulders, closes his eyes. “Please don't…” He pushes lightly against the small shoulders, gently so as to not hurt her feelings. Lavi looks down at the ground, trying to avoid seeing the female's face.

“You're right, I'm sorry…” Linalee says nothing more, just turns and leaves, her feet echoing off the stone floor.

Kanda is growling to himself, cursing the snow and the cold air, cursing his surroundings. He is headed back to town, covered in dirt and grim and what he is pretty sure is blood in his hair. He has completed his assignment, has completed what he was sent there to do, finder or no finder.

The town is visible now, is lying in a valley covered in snow. From far it looks nice, looks familiar. The samurai's glare suddenly increases as he heads down the hill, his hands numb from the cold, his skin stinging from the wind chill.

The streets are almost barren, almost because there are a few people running through the thick snow, taking no notice of the hellish looking exorcist. The sign above the inn hangs by one hinge above the door, covered in snow that slips off as Kanda nearly rips the door open.

The man behind the desk looks up, gives a small shriek that causes the samurai to raise an eyebrow. Kanda shakes his head, knowing that his bill will increase if he is rude to the owner...

“I need a room for the night.” The man nods, his mouth hanging agape as he blindly reaches for a key.

“He-here you go, we have hot water right now too…”

“Hnn…” Kanda snatches the key and heads on up stairs leaving the man wondering what had happened to his companion from before…

Allen is leaning against Cross's chest, his shorts unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. He is gasping, panting for air. The boy is trembling against the man, his legs weak and unable to hold him. His dick is exposed and his hand is wrapped around it, is pumping it, guided by a much larger one.

“Understand how to touch yourself now?” Cross speaks into the boy's ear, his breath still holding the heavy scent of alcohol.

“Y-yes Master…” Allen's voice trembles as the man runs his thumb over his head, teases him with his fingers. He shivers in his arms, twisting, jerking at the sensation. Cross feels like he is dealing with a virgin because of how Allen acts.

He moves his fingers up to swollen trembling lips, pushes them inside, making Allen taste himself. Cross groans at the sight, at the feel of his fingers being sucked on. He takes the boy, stilling his hand's movement for a moment and turns him, places him on the floor.

Allen looks up at Cross, on his knees before him. He licks his lips, his body throbbing, an unbelievable ache between his legs. “Wh-what would Master like me to do now?”

“Suck me.” The general says, his own ache too much for him now. The boy nods, licks his lips and reaches up, undoes his belt, his pants, tugs them down far enough to expose him. Allen opens his mouth, leans forward and runs his tongue over the man's cock, licking the head before taking it in.

Cross moans lightly at the sensation, knows that he can't be too loud. He looks down, watches Allen suck his head, lapping at him. The child's lips are red, swollen and he loves it, loves the obscene sight of it.

“Touch your self too.” His breathing is ragged and Allen whimpers around the thickness in his mouth, moves his hand between his legs. He strokes himself, harshly, faster, as he takes more of Cross in. His tongue rubs against the underside of the man's cock before he pulls back briefly.

Allen gasps, moans as he rubs his thumb against his head. He licks Cross, his tongue finding a spot that makes the man twitch. He moves his head forward, to suck on him once more. He gasps, whimpers at the sensations he is feeling and ends up rubbing his lips against the dick before him.

Cross watches the sight, watches how uncoordinated at clumsy the boy is now, watches how messy his face is becoming. Allen's hips jerk involuntarily and he groans, opening his mouth wider and taking Cross more then halfway in. He sets his lips in a tight O and starts to bob his head up and down.

The man threads a hand in the boy's hair, directing him, loving how his cock disappears between those lips. Allen whimpers, his own release catching up on him. He moves his hand faster, adding a slight twisting motion to his own movements. He moans, the sound muffled by the length in his mouth.

“Good…” Cross speaks, his voice low, thick. Allen opens his eyes, looks up at the man, whimpers as he feels a strong pulse run through his dick.

“Mastah, wan me ta swalla?” The boy speaks with the man still in his mouth, speaks with Cross's head still between his lips, his tongue rubbing against it as he talks.

“Swallow,” Allen gasps, moans loudly, tilts his head to the side, his hand moving franticly as he cums into it. He continues to try and suck on Cross, continues to try and lick the head that is still in his mouth, on the dick that he is moaning around.

“Fuck,” The man bites his tongue, stifling his own moan as he suddenly releases into the boy's open mouth. His eyes roll back as he feels lips clamp down around him, as he feels Allen suck every last drop from him.

“Shit you're good at that…” Cross pushes himself up, straightens his pants, his appearance. He looks down at the boy, who is licking his lips clean, cum staining his shorts and the floor, his face.

“Clean yourself up and then go get something to eat from the cafeteria.” He takes a step towards the door, pauses before opening it up. “Don't tell anyone about this.”

“Yes, Master.”

Kanda is lying in a large porcelain bath tub. He is submerged up to his neck, his hair wet and sticking to his face. The tiled room is foggy, filled with steam from the hot water in the bath. He sinks in, low enough for the water to cover his mouth, his nose.

His body aches, sore to the point that he is contemplating a massage…

Kanda scowls at the thought of someone touching him, rubbing their hands over his back and shoulders. He exhales underneath the water, bubbles appearing around his face. Tomorrow he is to return to the Order, is supposed to.

“Golem.” He snaps sitting up a little more in the tub. The small bat like creature struggles through his pile of matted clothes, fights itself free from his torn shirt and jacket before flying at him.

The samurai grabs the golem out of mid air, covers the camera on it. He stands, climbs out of the tub, drags the phone towards it before climbing back in. Kanda has the golem connect him to the Order. He listens to three rings before is answered.

“Hello…” Komui's voice sounds dry, like he has been at his desk for days with out a break.

“I completed the assignment, the Akuma was a level three…”

“Oh,” Kanda can hear the man try and stifle a yawn before continuing. “Then you're coming back tomorrow?”

“The finders died, both of them.” Silence follows the younger man's sentence.

“D…died…? How?” Kanda frowns deeply, remembering the Noah all too clearly.

“The Noah showed up, the small girl and the one from the ark, they were asking where the moyashi is.”

“Asking…about Allen?”

Kanda shifts in the bathtub, not wanting to deal with this right now. “Give me another assignment.”

“What?! NO!” Komui almost shouts it, almost slams the phone down. He is tired of dealing with the swordsman.

“Give me one, something on the way back…” He slides down, farther into the tub, his neck aching.

“I can't…”

“Then tell me why the moyashi hasn't been working.” Kanda doesn't care but he knows that Komui does not want to talk about, knows that something serious has happened that is being kept silent.

“Fine…” The older male exhales, exhausted from everything…

Allen is standing in the hall, is leaning against the stone wall. He is breathing heavily, his back starting to ache, his shoulder blades burning. It's happening again, he is starting to change, to turn back into his night appearance.

Finders pause in passing the boy by, pause and look over at him, the faint scent of night phlox in the air. Allen closes his eyes, takes a few steps, trying to remember where Komui's office is, silently praying his Master is there. A sharp pain shoots through his back, down his cursed arm and Allen gasps.

He closes his eyes, his low back, the Lotus hurting, burning more then ever now. A sudden hand is on him, on his arm, tugging him up from the ground he has dropped to. The boy yanks his arms away, his body sinking even lower to the floor.

“Don't touch me!” He snaps, his back hurting so much, his shoulder blades feeling as if they are on fire. Allen blinks tries to open his eyes but quickly closes his left eye, a strange sensation running through it.

“Are you okay?” It's another person, someone he doesn't know, someone he's never met before. The boy just shakes his head, his right hand sliding up the wall, trying to find something to pull himself up by. Another set of hands are on him, his shoulder and back and he can't stop the scream that rips from his throat.

“DON'T TOUCH ME!” His words echo through the partially filled hall, stilling all those within hearing range. Allen pushes himself away from the person who has tried to help him, pushes himself forward except…

Excepts a sudden pain enters his feet, reminding him of the design that will be there later…

He hisses, closes his other eye and lets his body collapse onto the floor. For a moment he can only hear the finders talking amongst themselves, about him, about his behavior… Another sensation runs through him, centering on the lotus, growing in intensity, enough to make him forget how to breathe for a moment.

“Allen!” The voice is familiar, causing the boy to open his good eye, to try and see who it is. He swallows, sees a flash of red hair, different from his Masters. “I'm going to pick you up, take you to Cross, your Master…” Lavi is lying but if he can get Allen out of the hall things will be better…

“Master… where is he…?” The boy groans as he tries to open his left eye again, to see properly. His vision is hazy, clouded from the pain in his back and- Allen gasps, lets out a small shout as he feels the skin on his back start to tear, to rip apart. It hurts so much more then before.

Suddenly hands are on him, are trying to lift him up, He groans, pulls himself back and nearly screams as his back hits the wall. Allen collapses entirely on the floor, his body throbbing.

“I'm going to take you to Cross!” Lavi is annoyed, but just barely, he is more worried then anything, worried about what will happen if his former friend changes in the hall, before everyone… Allen blinks, tries to look at the redhead, tries to understand what is happening. He swallows, leans up to the other.

“Please…I want to see Master…” The young man blinks, smelling something on the others breath that shouldn't be there, something that he cannot place… He shakes his head and tries once more to lift the boy.

This time Allen lets him, allows the other and he does not understand why…

Does not understand why he trusts him…

Rhode is sitting at an elegant table, a piece of paper set before her.

She is reading it, humming gently to herself.

The room is dark, save for the single candle that sits near her, on the table. The small female leans forward, makes a note on the paper, frowns lightly. She sets it back down, leans back in her seat, stretches.

Rhode stands, takes the paper with her as she heads to the door. She pulls a key from her pocket, places it in the lock and turns. The door does not change in appearance…

Only when she removes the key, when she pulls it open does something happen.

The female steps from her room and into a darker hall, into a place that is lit by dim lamps along the wall. She has a wicked smile on her face, one that never means anything good.

She makes it almost completely down the hall when someone stops her, asks her what she is doing and how she has got there. Rhode turns and smiles at the female, at the woman whose hair that turns to ivy, who has wings like a fairy's…

She stares at Ivonne and smiles again, her strange and sadistic one…

Because no one has a clue why she is there

o[]o gasp Rhodey went to the Circus? I wonder why… So this chapter was less angsty more…smutty…Haaaaaa I love the idea of WhoreAllen, it's awesomeness to me, though I only like Allen with Cross KANDY and Bak strangely enough… =_=; I don't understand why I like that pairing though… probably the same reason why I love making Allen give oral… OH and on a side note I want to mention one thing about Kandy in this fic: I see him as the kind of person who could stand naked before a crowd and not care, which is why he's able to use the phone/golem while still in the bath tub… He just seems too confident and proud to care if he's nude or not… or at least that's how I see it… The next chapter will be called: Forgotten Truths

Au Revoir,

~Israfel~