D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Invention Is The Mother Of Neccesity ❯ When It Becomes Real ( Chapter 2 )
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By: sailorlight22 
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 04.08.2007 | Updated On: 04.12.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 706 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 04.08.2007 | Updated On: 04.12.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 706 | Status: Work In Progress
Invention Is The Mother Of Necessity
A Fanfiction By SailorLight22
Chapter 2 - When It Becomes Real
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Allen sighed, nervous shivers still swirling through him as he slowed to a walk. Why had he run so far? Surely Kanda wouldn't have followed him, he thought. But the look that the taller boy had given him was... disconcerting.
'It was almost like he knew, like he could see right into me.' He thought as he paused to gauge his location. As if to mock him, Komui's door stood directly ahead. "I should have known." He sighed, raising his unmarked hand to his head in defeat. "Time for me to get this over with."
The words sent a new wave of shudders through him, this time from dread. What if this...thing...couldn't be put right? What would he do then? What could he do? "No use worrying about it until I've talked to him." He muttered, stepping up to the door.
As he knocked, he heard a soft curse, and then Komui's voice calling out for him to enter. Drawing a deep breath, he opened the door.
The hulking remains of Komui's monstrosity still littered the floor, the occasional spark causing the others in the room to jump in fear. After all, who could blame them, Allen thought, fighting back a hysterical urge to giggle. It wouldn't be the first time that one of the madcap inventor's creations had come unexpectedly 'back to life', so to speak.
Steeling himself for the worst, he strode quickly towards the said 'inventor'. As he approached, he noticed that while the older man's trademark beret was almost unscorched, there was an oddly rounded dent in its left side. Upon closer inspection, he also noted a similar dent in the man's forehead.
Shaking his head, he dismissed those things in favor of more important matters.
As Komui glanced up from his overflowing stacks of smoldering papers, Allen leaned forward, lowering his voice in an attempt to avoid announcing his plight to the room at large.
"Komui-san, I need to speak with you." He murmured, adding, "Right away."
Seeing the serious expression on the young man's face, Komui sighed and gestured to an unmarked door behind the still smoking stacks of paperwork. Once inside, he allowed the boy time to enter, closing the door behind him. He indicated a large armchair in front of yet another overflowing desk.
As they seated themselves, Allen wondered how to broach the subject. Clearing his throat to begin, he looked up.
He almost wished he hadn't.
Behind the closed door, Komui dropped his serious mask, leaning forward expectantly as his eyes shone with barely-repressed eagerness.
"So, Allen-kun! How was it, did it work?" He asked, not bothering to wait for the reply before launching another barrage of questions at the startled boy. "Was Kanda still angry? What happened after you two left? How long were the two of you alone?"
Allen jerked in surprise at the last, a surge of hysteria threatening to surface. "How did you know he came to my room?" he demanded, his grey eyes wide with panic. Did the whole world know about this?
"So it was your room then!" Komui cried, ignoring Allen's rising discomfort. "Was it good? Had you ever felt anything like it? When are you going to try it again?" At that, Allen flushed a deep crimson and leapt to his feet with a strangled yell. "NO!"
Komui leaned back, his smile becoming slightly crazed at the boy's vehemence. "Now, Allen-kun," he began, his voice softening, "You're too young to limit yourself like this! Variety is the spice of life, so I've heard. You should give it another chance, It does get better after the first time or two after all."
Allen stared at Komui in shock. Was this madman actually suggesting that he should let him use that crazy thing on him again?! "There's no way in hell I'm going through that...this..." he trailed off, his hands clenched almost painfully tight in the folds of Komui's shirt. Dazedly, he wondered when he'd grabbed the man, but pushed the thought aside, releasing him.
Komui's face fell. "Oh, I see." he sighed. "I had wondered about that. He was too rough with you?" Ignoring the gasping youth, he stood, coming around the cluttered desk to kneel beside the chair.
"Poor Allen-kun," He crooned, his eyes sympathetic. "You didn't enjoy it this time, but trust me, with a little lotion and some patience, it gets much better." As Allen gaped at him in horror, he realized that somehow Komui had completely misinterpreted the point of his visit. Closing his mouth with a snap, he once again cradled his head in his hand as he struggled not to shake the madman beside him.
"Komui-san," he began, trying to be patient, "We.. we didn't do anything like that." Komui nodded, oblivious to the point that Allen was trying to make.
"I know, you were in too much of a hurry," he grinned, clapping the boy on the shoulder. "And Kanda didn't think of it, but even someone like Kanda would regret hurting you if he knew."
Allen wanted to scream. He'd always known that the older man was a bit... eccentric, but he hadn't realized that he was this bad. Giving it up as a lost cause, he sighed, trying another tactic. "The machine," he smiled, "What was it called again?"
Always eager to explain his creations, Komui grinned. "The Love Maker Mach Two!" He exclaimed proudly, eyes shining once again. "Wasn't it wonderful? It just came to me one night, the plans just hit me out of nowhere.."
"I'll bet they did.." Allen muttered to himself, still smiling widely. "River-san left before you could tell me all about it, but if you don't mind me asking, what exactly does it do?" Apparently that was the right track, because Komui grinned with renewed vigor, rubbing his hands together as he stood.
"No problem, I'd love to tell you about my wonderful creation!" He stood, returning to his seat. Allen breathed a sigh of relief at his retreat, adopting an air or intense interest as he waited for the man to begin.
"The Love Maker Mach Two is the first of its kind," he began, disregarding the name he'd given it, "It isolates the emotional center of the brain, and makes the user fall into mad, passionate love with the next person he or she sees! Genius, I know." He preened, ignoring the look of abject horror on Allen's face.
"Ahem," Allen cleared his throat nervously, deciding to get straight to the important details. "Well, that certainly is... unique, Komui-san," he stated calmly, "How long do these... feelings... last? Do they gradually taper off in time?" He swallowed harshly at the older man's happy smile.
"Oh, yes," Komui's grin widened even further, his cheeks creaking under the strain. "The effects wear off, under certain circumstances."
Allen almost groaned in anticipation. "What might they be..?" He could do it! There was a way to make this better, he was ready to do whatever it took...
Komui winked conspiratorially, leaning forward. Allen also leaned forward to catch the scientist's words, consumed with eagerness. "It's simple, but don't tell, all right?" Komui glanced towards the door, as if afraid of eavesdroppers. Allen nodded, palms sweaty. Komui's grin became shark like. "The emotions fade when... They become real!"
It seemed to Allen that the room fell away to nothingness, a silent maelstrom whirling around him as he stared at the still moving lips of the man before him. He must be hallucinating, there was no way that he'd really said....
"Sorry," he interrupted the other man, "What did you say? I think I must have misheard you, it sounded like you said that these feelings will go away once they're real."
'That just can't be right', he thought, shaking his head at the absurdity of it. He had passed out and hit his head, so the ridiculous notion was understandable... Laughable, really. "People see and hear all manner of odd things after a head injury, you know." He smiled at Komui, amused at his own foolishness.
Komui frowned. "No, that's what I said, Allen-kun, the emotions from my brilliant invention are canceled out by real emotions. I tried to work around that, but not even a genius like me can overcome real love." Rising to his feet, he smiled again. "I'm sorry, but I have to go, but thank you for coming by to thank me, Allen-kun."
He moved to the doorway, allowing the dumbstruck Allen to leave first. He continued speaking, but the words fell on deaf ears as his horrible statement replayed again and again in the young man's mind. Unseeing, the youth walked out of the office, his feet taking him through the long corridor to his quarters as he reeled in confusion.
"When they become real..." he murmured, ignoring the strange looks from the other Members as they passed by, lost in that awful inner dialog. "These feelings will vanish when... when.." He stopped suddenly, his body connecting soundly with another, larger one. With a yelp, he staggered back, losing his balance and sitting down hard on the stone floor.
Still smarting, dazed from his revelation, he muttered an apology. There was silence. Shaking aside the fog in his mind, he repeated himself, standing as he wondered if he'd injured them. The first thing he saw was a lean, narrow waist, the uniform jacket open over.... White bandages, pale smooth skin...
"Oh God," he whimpered, eyes traveling upward as he took in the sword hilt on the figure's hip, the long sweep of hair... Then, the grim face and fathomless gaze of one Kanda Yuu. Backing away swiftly, he made to bolt. The taller boy moved to block him, effectively cutting off his escape.
"Not this time, moyashi." He growled. "You're going to give me some answers. What's the matter with you?" Seeing Allen's panicky expression, he frowned. "Talk."
"I told you before, nothing's wrong!" Allen protested. Kanda advanced slowly, backing him to the wall. "And I told you before, don't lie to me." As he closed in on the boy, his eyes narrowed.
Allen froze, his skin tingling as Kanda loomed over him. There was nowhere to run... He felt the gathering tension in the air, but instead of fear, he felt heat. As he glared at the older boy, the awful feelings returned with renewed intensity. Unable to meet that smoldering gaze, he averted his eyes, turning to half face the wall behind him.
"Don't you dare ignore me, Moyashi," Kanda hissed, roughly gripping the other's arm. Getting no response, he jerked Allen about to face him. When the boy still refused to look at him, he gave him a quick shake, causing his head to bump the wall sharply. "Look at me, damn you!"
The effect of his words was instant and electric. Allen's head snapped up, his hands shoving the taller boy away as his temper flared. "Don't you talk to me like that! You wouldn't understand anything, you don't know me at all."
Kanda glared at him, shoving him back to the wall. "I understand more than you realize."
At that, Allen's eyes widened. "What do you understand about me, Kanda?" His voice was shaky, but he was determined to meet the swordsman's verbal attack. He didn't wait for him to reply. "You have some nerve. Who are you to interrogate me? You'll never, never understand. Just leave me the hell alone!"
Kanda's eyes widened. What the..? Allen was never like that, never rude or aggressive. What was causing him to act like this? Softening his voice, he reached out to touch the smaller boy's shoulder. "Why don't you make me understand, moyashi?"
Allen clenched his hands, trying to control the overwhelming flare of pure lust that raced through him. There was nowhere to go, and Kanda was so close, his scent was... was.. "Delicious.." he whispered, his mind whirling with the need to touch, to feel...
Kanda froze, disbelief etched across his features. Allen stepped forward, his gaze predatory as he backed his 'opponent' to the opposite wall. It was as if he had no control. He saw his arms lifting, saw the samurai's confusion as he slid his hands up the front of his jacket, to cup his startled face.
"You want to understand, Kanda?" he purred, his voice low and dangerous. He took in the sight of the taller boy, tightening his grip until their faces were almost touching.
"You want me to explain myself, to show you?" he whispered, feeling the swordsman's breath hitch against his face as his closed the distance between them, hunger sweeping through his entire being as he closed his eyes. He barely heard Kanda's quiet gasp as he crossed that last inch in a searing kiss.
He couldn't believe he was doing this, but it was like heaven and hell in one. Nothing else mattered, just those stormy eyes and those velvet-soft lips. With a muffled groan, he ran his tongue over Kanda's full bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss, to taste his essence.
Kanda reeled, his hands automatically lifting to grasp Allen's arms as he struggled to rationalize what was happening. He felt Allen shudder, and gasped anew at the feeling of his body pressing even closer. It was a fatal mistake.
Allen dropped his hands to Kanda's waist, using the extra leverage to draw fully against him as he swept his tongue over that softness again. Feeling the opening, he took the final step into madness, his mouth sealed to Kanda's as he gave in to the fiery need he felt.
Kanda knew he should... should do something, but thought was impossible. As his eyes slowly closed, he relaxed his grip on reality. 'Sin can be sweet,' he thought, his arms closing around the smaller boy as he surrendered to the kiss.
A long moment passed, and within Allen's heated mind, a small voice wept that this was not right.
Kanda gently pushed away, his eyes unreadable. He couldn't believe that he hadn't fought, hadn't even tried to stop this. And when he thought harder, he realized that he hadn't wanted it to stop. Shaken, he fled.
Allen shook his head in shock. Kanda was going to kill him, he knew. Why had he done it? Did he have no pride, no strength to resist compulsion from a machine? He stared at the floor, unable to watch as Kanda left.
Without knowing why, he sank to the floor, drawing his knees up and clutching them as he cried. What was he going to do? There was no escaping what had happened, no way to go back, no way to explain or excuse what he'd just done. He'd forced something on Kanda that should only be given in love, real love.
He cried until he had no more tears, until he felt the pain so keenly that expressing it further was impossible. He stood, wiping his face on his sleeve. 'I have to leave this place,' he thought, resuming the journey to his room.
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Behind him, unnoticed, a pair of stunned exorcists exchanged glances, unable to believe what they'd just witnessed.
"I don't know what's going on, but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Lavi's excited voice rang out, shattering the silence.
"I... I have to go see if Allen's all right." Linali fanned her burning face, leaving the redhead standing rooted to the floor as she dashed after her friend.
Lavi smiled, his eye shining as he pictured the look on Kanda's face as he'd run away from Allen. 'This is going to be so much better than calling him Yuu-chan!'
A Fanfiction By SailorLight22
Chapter 2 - When It Becomes Real
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Allen sighed, nervous shivers still swirling through him as he slowed to a walk. Why had he run so far? Surely Kanda wouldn't have followed him, he thought. But the look that the taller boy had given him was... disconcerting.
'It was almost like he knew, like he could see right into me.' He thought as he paused to gauge his location. As if to mock him, Komui's door stood directly ahead. "I should have known." He sighed, raising his unmarked hand to his head in defeat. "Time for me to get this over with."
The words sent a new wave of shudders through him, this time from dread. What if this...thing...couldn't be put right? What would he do then? What could he do? "No use worrying about it until I've talked to him." He muttered, stepping up to the door.
As he knocked, he heard a soft curse, and then Komui's voice calling out for him to enter. Drawing a deep breath, he opened the door.
The hulking remains of Komui's monstrosity still littered the floor, the occasional spark causing the others in the room to jump in fear. After all, who could blame them, Allen thought, fighting back a hysterical urge to giggle. It wouldn't be the first time that one of the madcap inventor's creations had come unexpectedly 'back to life', so to speak.
Steeling himself for the worst, he strode quickly towards the said 'inventor'. As he approached, he noticed that while the older man's trademark beret was almost unscorched, there was an oddly rounded dent in its left side. Upon closer inspection, he also noted a similar dent in the man's forehead.
Shaking his head, he dismissed those things in favor of more important matters.
As Komui glanced up from his overflowing stacks of smoldering papers, Allen leaned forward, lowering his voice in an attempt to avoid announcing his plight to the room at large.
"Komui-san, I need to speak with you." He murmured, adding, "Right away."
Seeing the serious expression on the young man's face, Komui sighed and gestured to an unmarked door behind the still smoking stacks of paperwork. Once inside, he allowed the boy time to enter, closing the door behind him. He indicated a large armchair in front of yet another overflowing desk.
As they seated themselves, Allen wondered how to broach the subject. Clearing his throat to begin, he looked up.
He almost wished he hadn't.
Behind the closed door, Komui dropped his serious mask, leaning forward expectantly as his eyes shone with barely-repressed eagerness.
"So, Allen-kun! How was it, did it work?" He asked, not bothering to wait for the reply before launching another barrage of questions at the startled boy. "Was Kanda still angry? What happened after you two left? How long were the two of you alone?"
Allen jerked in surprise at the last, a surge of hysteria threatening to surface. "How did you know he came to my room?" he demanded, his grey eyes wide with panic. Did the whole world know about this?
"So it was your room then!" Komui cried, ignoring Allen's rising discomfort. "Was it good? Had you ever felt anything like it? When are you going to try it again?" At that, Allen flushed a deep crimson and leapt to his feet with a strangled yell. "NO!"
Komui leaned back, his smile becoming slightly crazed at the boy's vehemence. "Now, Allen-kun," he began, his voice softening, "You're too young to limit yourself like this! Variety is the spice of life, so I've heard. You should give it another chance, It does get better after the first time or two after all."
Allen stared at Komui in shock. Was this madman actually suggesting that he should let him use that crazy thing on him again?! "There's no way in hell I'm going through that...this..." he trailed off, his hands clenched almost painfully tight in the folds of Komui's shirt. Dazedly, he wondered when he'd grabbed the man, but pushed the thought aside, releasing him.
Komui's face fell. "Oh, I see." he sighed. "I had wondered about that. He was too rough with you?" Ignoring the gasping youth, he stood, coming around the cluttered desk to kneel beside the chair.
"Poor Allen-kun," He crooned, his eyes sympathetic. "You didn't enjoy it this time, but trust me, with a little lotion and some patience, it gets much better." As Allen gaped at him in horror, he realized that somehow Komui had completely misinterpreted the point of his visit. Closing his mouth with a snap, he once again cradled his head in his hand as he struggled not to shake the madman beside him.
"Komui-san," he began, trying to be patient, "We.. we didn't do anything like that." Komui nodded, oblivious to the point that Allen was trying to make.
"I know, you were in too much of a hurry," he grinned, clapping the boy on the shoulder. "And Kanda didn't think of it, but even someone like Kanda would regret hurting you if he knew."
Allen wanted to scream. He'd always known that the older man was a bit... eccentric, but he hadn't realized that he was this bad. Giving it up as a lost cause, he sighed, trying another tactic. "The machine," he smiled, "What was it called again?"
Always eager to explain his creations, Komui grinned. "The Love Maker Mach Two!" He exclaimed proudly, eyes shining once again. "Wasn't it wonderful? It just came to me one night, the plans just hit me out of nowhere.."
"I'll bet they did.." Allen muttered to himself, still smiling widely. "River-san left before you could tell me all about it, but if you don't mind me asking, what exactly does it do?" Apparently that was the right track, because Komui grinned with renewed vigor, rubbing his hands together as he stood.
"No problem, I'd love to tell you about my wonderful creation!" He stood, returning to his seat. Allen breathed a sigh of relief at his retreat, adopting an air or intense interest as he waited for the man to begin.
"The Love Maker Mach Two is the first of its kind," he began, disregarding the name he'd given it, "It isolates the emotional center of the brain, and makes the user fall into mad, passionate love with the next person he or she sees! Genius, I know." He preened, ignoring the look of abject horror on Allen's face.
"Ahem," Allen cleared his throat nervously, deciding to get straight to the important details. "Well, that certainly is... unique, Komui-san," he stated calmly, "How long do these... feelings... last? Do they gradually taper off in time?" He swallowed harshly at the older man's happy smile.
"Oh, yes," Komui's grin widened even further, his cheeks creaking under the strain. "The effects wear off, under certain circumstances."
Allen almost groaned in anticipation. "What might they be..?" He could do it! There was a way to make this better, he was ready to do whatever it took...
Komui winked conspiratorially, leaning forward. Allen also leaned forward to catch the scientist's words, consumed with eagerness. "It's simple, but don't tell, all right?" Komui glanced towards the door, as if afraid of eavesdroppers. Allen nodded, palms sweaty. Komui's grin became shark like. "The emotions fade when... They become real!"
It seemed to Allen that the room fell away to nothingness, a silent maelstrom whirling around him as he stared at the still moving lips of the man before him. He must be hallucinating, there was no way that he'd really said....
"Sorry," he interrupted the other man, "What did you say? I think I must have misheard you, it sounded like you said that these feelings will go away once they're real."
'That just can't be right', he thought, shaking his head at the absurdity of it. He had passed out and hit his head, so the ridiculous notion was understandable... Laughable, really. "People see and hear all manner of odd things after a head injury, you know." He smiled at Komui, amused at his own foolishness.
Komui frowned. "No, that's what I said, Allen-kun, the emotions from my brilliant invention are canceled out by real emotions. I tried to work around that, but not even a genius like me can overcome real love." Rising to his feet, he smiled again. "I'm sorry, but I have to go, but thank you for coming by to thank me, Allen-kun."
He moved to the doorway, allowing the dumbstruck Allen to leave first. He continued speaking, but the words fell on deaf ears as his horrible statement replayed again and again in the young man's mind. Unseeing, the youth walked out of the office, his feet taking him through the long corridor to his quarters as he reeled in confusion.
"When they become real..." he murmured, ignoring the strange looks from the other Members as they passed by, lost in that awful inner dialog. "These feelings will vanish when... when.." He stopped suddenly, his body connecting soundly with another, larger one. With a yelp, he staggered back, losing his balance and sitting down hard on the stone floor.
Still smarting, dazed from his revelation, he muttered an apology. There was silence. Shaking aside the fog in his mind, he repeated himself, standing as he wondered if he'd injured them. The first thing he saw was a lean, narrow waist, the uniform jacket open over.... White bandages, pale smooth skin...
"Oh God," he whimpered, eyes traveling upward as he took in the sword hilt on the figure's hip, the long sweep of hair... Then, the grim face and fathomless gaze of one Kanda Yuu. Backing away swiftly, he made to bolt. The taller boy moved to block him, effectively cutting off his escape.
"Not this time, moyashi." He growled. "You're going to give me some answers. What's the matter with you?" Seeing Allen's panicky expression, he frowned. "Talk."
"I told you before, nothing's wrong!" Allen protested. Kanda advanced slowly, backing him to the wall. "And I told you before, don't lie to me." As he closed in on the boy, his eyes narrowed.
Allen froze, his skin tingling as Kanda loomed over him. There was nowhere to run... He felt the gathering tension in the air, but instead of fear, he felt heat. As he glared at the older boy, the awful feelings returned with renewed intensity. Unable to meet that smoldering gaze, he averted his eyes, turning to half face the wall behind him.
"Don't you dare ignore me, Moyashi," Kanda hissed, roughly gripping the other's arm. Getting no response, he jerked Allen about to face him. When the boy still refused to look at him, he gave him a quick shake, causing his head to bump the wall sharply. "Look at me, damn you!"
The effect of his words was instant and electric. Allen's head snapped up, his hands shoving the taller boy away as his temper flared. "Don't you talk to me like that! You wouldn't understand anything, you don't know me at all."
Kanda glared at him, shoving him back to the wall. "I understand more than you realize."
At that, Allen's eyes widened. "What do you understand about me, Kanda?" His voice was shaky, but he was determined to meet the swordsman's verbal attack. He didn't wait for him to reply. "You have some nerve. Who are you to interrogate me? You'll never, never understand. Just leave me the hell alone!"
Kanda's eyes widened. What the..? Allen was never like that, never rude or aggressive. What was causing him to act like this? Softening his voice, he reached out to touch the smaller boy's shoulder. "Why don't you make me understand, moyashi?"
Allen clenched his hands, trying to control the overwhelming flare of pure lust that raced through him. There was nowhere to go, and Kanda was so close, his scent was... was.. "Delicious.." he whispered, his mind whirling with the need to touch, to feel...
Kanda froze, disbelief etched across his features. Allen stepped forward, his gaze predatory as he backed his 'opponent' to the opposite wall. It was as if he had no control. He saw his arms lifting, saw the samurai's confusion as he slid his hands up the front of his jacket, to cup his startled face.
"You want to understand, Kanda?" he purred, his voice low and dangerous. He took in the sight of the taller boy, tightening his grip until their faces were almost touching.
"You want me to explain myself, to show you?" he whispered, feeling the swordsman's breath hitch against his face as his closed the distance between them, hunger sweeping through his entire being as he closed his eyes. He barely heard Kanda's quiet gasp as he crossed that last inch in a searing kiss.
He couldn't believe he was doing this, but it was like heaven and hell in one. Nothing else mattered, just those stormy eyes and those velvet-soft lips. With a muffled groan, he ran his tongue over Kanda's full bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss, to taste his essence.
Kanda reeled, his hands automatically lifting to grasp Allen's arms as he struggled to rationalize what was happening. He felt Allen shudder, and gasped anew at the feeling of his body pressing even closer. It was a fatal mistake.
Allen dropped his hands to Kanda's waist, using the extra leverage to draw fully against him as he swept his tongue over that softness again. Feeling the opening, he took the final step into madness, his mouth sealed to Kanda's as he gave in to the fiery need he felt.
Kanda knew he should... should do something, but thought was impossible. As his eyes slowly closed, he relaxed his grip on reality. 'Sin can be sweet,' he thought, his arms closing around the smaller boy as he surrendered to the kiss.
A long moment passed, and within Allen's heated mind, a small voice wept that this was not right.
Kanda gently pushed away, his eyes unreadable. He couldn't believe that he hadn't fought, hadn't even tried to stop this. And when he thought harder, he realized that he hadn't wanted it to stop. Shaken, he fled.
Allen shook his head in shock. Kanda was going to kill him, he knew. Why had he done it? Did he have no pride, no strength to resist compulsion from a machine? He stared at the floor, unable to watch as Kanda left.
Without knowing why, he sank to the floor, drawing his knees up and clutching them as he cried. What was he going to do? There was no escaping what had happened, no way to go back, no way to explain or excuse what he'd just done. He'd forced something on Kanda that should only be given in love, real love.
He cried until he had no more tears, until he felt the pain so keenly that expressing it further was impossible. He stood, wiping his face on his sleeve. 'I have to leave this place,' he thought, resuming the journey to his room.
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Behind him, unnoticed, a pair of stunned exorcists exchanged glances, unable to believe what they'd just witnessed.
"I don't know what's going on, but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Lavi's excited voice rang out, shattering the silence.
"I... I have to go see if Allen's all right." Linali fanned her burning face, leaving the redhead standing rooted to the floor as she dashed after her friend.
Lavi smiled, his eye shining as he pictured the look on Kanda's face as he'd run away from Allen. 'This is going to be so much better than calling him Yuu-chan!'