D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ Invention Is The Mother Of Neccesity ❯ By The Way... ( Chapter 4 )

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Invention Is The Mother Of Necessity
A Fanfiction By SailorLight22
Chapter 4 - By The Way...

Okay, here it is, another chapter! For the faint of heart, beware! This part actually contains things that some people here (snort) may find objectional. That said, get ready!

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"Why don't you just go over there and tell him how you feel?" Lavi asked, a touch of annoyance showing through his cheery exterior. Kanda frowned, and shook his head.

"And why would I go to him? He started it."

Lavi raised his eyebrows incredulously. "Hey, I was there, remember?" He grinned at the memory. "And excuse me for mentioning it, Yuu-chan, but it didn't look like you put up too much of a fight."

Kanda flushed, knowing that not only had he not fought, he'd loved every second of it.

Lavi saw his wince, and pounced. "If little ole' Allen-kun can work up the guts to do something like that, right there in public, then I'd think that the almighty Kanda Yuu could at least go to his room and return the gesture."

Kanda sighed for the hundredth time. This was going nowhere. Why couldn't Lavi just leave him alone? He just couldn't do this, why was that simple concept so difficult to see?

After almost an hour of not-too-subtle nagging, even the good natured redhead had become frustrated with the swordsman's excuses. "Yuu-chan," He frowned, pacing the small room, "I don't understand you at all."

Kanda snorted, earning him a severe glare. "That much is terribly obvious, Lavi."

Ignoring his words, Lavi sat down, contemplating on how to give encouragement to the stony-faced youth. Nagging hadn't worked, and neither had threatening to tell Allen himself. As appealing as the last idea had seemed, the flare of warning that had entered Kanda's eyes had quickly tossed the urge out the window.

Humming a bit, Lavi decided that now was the time for more drastic measures. "So, Yuu-chan, " he said, ignoring the other boys growl at the name, "Basically, your whole problem isn't how you feel, but rather how to say it?"

Kanda's shoulders slumped. He hated to admit it, but the fool had hit upon the core of his anxiety. He had no idea what to say, how to express these... feelings... to Allen, even after they had...

Blushing, he shook his head. This was no time for such thoughts. Even so, he couldn't seem to forget the way Allen had looked at him, or the way he'd felt when the smaller boy had touched him...

It was like he'd been scalded, and yet..

The rush of heat had only served to heighten the shocking arousal he'd felt, the acute awareness of the shorter boy's body as he'd groaned.. He shivered as a renewed flare of that same arousal awoke at the memory. He was sure that a simple kiss couldn't possibly be so erotic, that never had a sound so small been a reason for his sudden lust...

Lavi noticed the vacant expression on Kanda's face and smiled. He could only imagine what the swordsman must be thinking right now, but it had to be good. Snapping his fingers, he knew what he needed to do.

"Listen, Yuu-chan, how about we try something."

There was no reply. Smirking, he leaned close to the samurai and tried again. Seeing that Kanda was still not really hearing him, he nudged him, calling his name.

Jerking to attention, Kanda flushed heatedly, seeing the knowing smile on Lavi's face. "Remind me again, Lavi," He said, trying to appear threatening as he suppressed his thoughts, "Why are you still here?"

Seeing that he had the boy's full attention again, Lavi only smiled harder. "Why, to help you, Yuu-chan." The statement earned him a grunt as Kanda stood.

"Well, I for one don't see how you are.. 'helping'. Nothing you've said makes this any easier." Lavi grinned, and slung an arm around the taller boy's shoulder, winking conspiratorially.

"Let's try something else then. How about we play a little game?" Kanda raised an eyebrow, wondering what the idiot could possibly have thought up that would be of any use to him. Lavi continued, "Have you ever been in a play, Yuu-chan?"

The other brow rose to meet the first. Him, participating in such tomfoolery? Unlikely.

Lavi mentally groaned. It seemed that his 'dear friend' had always been a stick in the mud, even as a child. Setting that aside, he pushed on. "I think it might help if you tried practicing."

Kanda frowned, stepping away from his grasp. "I think that may possibly be the most ridiculous...." He trailed off as the idea sunk in. Loathe as he was to admit it, the fool's idea actually had merit. He had learned that almost any task became simpler with familiarity, why not this?

"What are you suggesting I do, then?" He asked wearily. 'Just one more time,' he thought, 'Then I'm done with this foolishness.'

Lavi smiled, congratulating himself. "Practice saying what you want to say, try hard, and I'll bet you can get it to work for you."

Kanda snorted. "Are you suggesting that I stand here talking to myself, Lavi?" He couldn't do that, it was bad enough to have the other exorcist know that he was thinking these things, let alone to actually say them with him there, grinning that apish grin.

Lavi thought for a moment, then held up a finger. "No, Yuu-chan," he began, pleased with his reasoning. "Practice saying it to me, pretend that I am Allen-kun."

Kanda snickered at him in sudden amusement. Pretend he was Allen? There was no comparison, he thought, shaking his head as the white-haired boy's image flashed through his mind. Sighing in resignation, he nodded. "Anything to be rid of you, let us try."

Seeing that his older companion was never going to take the initiative, Lavi sighed. "By the way, I expected a little resistance, Yuu-chan," He began, smiling. "And I suppose I'll have to start you off."

Clearing his throat, he clasped his hands in front of himself and did his level best to appear confused and innocent. "Kanda," He said, his voice several octaves higher than normal,"We just kissed, to show that my heart is only for you." He paused, faking a nervous laugh. "But what about you? How do you feel about me?" He allowed the slightest quiver of anticipation to show, just as he imagined Allen would.

Kanda stared at him blankly.

Was that how this idiot truly saw the moyashi? As a simpering fool? For some reason, the very thought angered him, and he closed the distance between them in two quick steps.

"Don't act like that, like he's nothing more than a clown!" He snarled, ready to beat the redhead if he dared to mock the absent boy.

Lavi frowned. "Don't get mad Yuu-chan, I was only playing!" He raised his hands pleadingly. After a moment, a thought struck him, and he blinked in surprise. 'Yuu-chan... He really does care for Allen-kun, he's so angry.'

The realization made his determination harden. There was no way he was going to give up after this. If such a small thing could evoke such a strong response, he knew that even if Kanda didn't want to confess his feelings, in the end he would have to.

'No one could love so deeply and hide it forever, not even Yuu-chan,' Lavi thought, and with a sudden change in tactics, he flung himself on the slightly shorter swordsman.

Kanda jumped in surprise, immediately shoving him away.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled, quickly removing himself from the idiot's grasp as he backpedaled. Glaring at Lavi from a safe distance, he tried once again to appear threatening.

"Well, Yuu-chan, maybe you'd prefer a more... direct approach from Allen-kun, ne?" He stepped closer, backing the increasingly wild-eyed swordsman farther and farther into the corner. "Now, let's start over, and try this again."

Lavi smiled, and in another room not too far away, Allen walker suddenly shivered.

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Mea nwhile..

Allen lay back on his bed, eyes closed as he tried to think. He knew that Linali was right, he had to talk to Kanda, to try to explain himself. He wondered if the swordsman was still angry.

"Probably," He muttered, wincing as he remembered the look on Kanda's face before he'd fled. The confusion and panic were understandable, but what else had been there? There had been something, he was sure.

Kanda's eyes had been wide, but a strange sort of haze had been in them, if only for an instant, and his breath had been rushed with something other than just shock, Allen was sure. What was that emotion he'd seen in the dark pools of Kanda's eyes?

He noticed a flare of emotion rising as he pictured the boy's face, and sat up abruptly. The feelings decreased slightly as he halted the train of his thoughts, but did not cease entirely. Alarmed, he tried thinking about him once more, remembering the way he'd smelled, and the intensity of his desire surged higher.

The feeling of Kanda's smooth skin under his hands, the small not-quite gasp that he'd been sure that he'd heard as their mouths had finally met. And the way he'd relaxed after that first instant of surprise, almost as if he had wanted it all along...

Shaking, he stood.

Something was wrong. Why was he reacting this way, to the mere thought of Kanda? It wasn't like that before, he was sure. He had to see Komui, there must be something that he'd forgotten to tell him during their previous... conversation.

Striding across the room, he flung open the door. Glancing down the corridor, he assured himself that there was no one in sight. Sighing in relief, he started the long trek to the mad scientist's lab, his steps belying his urgency.

As he walked, he thought again about what Komui had said before. What exactly did he mean, "When they become real"? Was he doomed to have these thoughts and feelings forever? The idea of truly falling in love with Kanda was ridiculous. It simply could not be.

He was lucky that he'd survived their first... encounter... in the corridor. Allen was certain that if he had attempted to follow Kanda at that instant, the boy would have killed him on the spot. There was an oddly admirable sort of pride about the swordsman, Allen knew, and he seemed to always have himself firmly under control.

It seemed that unless he wanted to suffer the effects of that monstrosity forever, he would have to endure the equally horrible consequences of unrequited love.

Seeing the dreaded destination before him, he tried to assure himself that everything would be all right, somehow. After all, Komui, however inept he may seem, was experienced with repairing the effects of his inventions. 'Lord knows he's had plenty of examples to work with', Allen thought.

Clenching his unmarked hand, he knocked firmly on the door, expecting to hear the low chatter that most often would be heard from within. Strangely, there was nothing. Frowning, he knocked again, harder this time.

Not usually one to enter a room uninvited, he was hesitant to intrude, but he deemed this to be an emergency. His sense of propriety assuaged, he reached for the knob, noticing that it felt slightly loose.

As the door swung open, Allen was greeted with the sight of utter chaos. There were several overturned desks, and the layer of papers that normally covered the floor was swirled about in strange patterns.

Above the remains of the machine from hell, there was an oddly Komui-shaped hole in the wall, and the inventor's trademark beret lay on the floor nearby. Squinting in confusion, Allen saw a swath of clear floor leading away from the wall, ending at the door.

Quietly exiting the room, he frowned in consternation. If Komui had met with some sort of accident, where would he be? Deciding to visit the man's room, Allen walked down the corridor, lost in thought.

Perhaps the fates were testing him, he thought. What other explanation could there be? Surely he'd never experienced a mission that held so much promise of injury, of suffering. 'Perhaps it would be best to confront Kanda and end the suspense', he thought.

Rounding the corner, he raised his head to see what he truly hoped was a hallucination.

Kanda.

Coming directly towards him, with a grim expression on his face.

With a startled curse, Allen turned quickly down a convenient hallway and entered a small room. Hoping against hope that the older boy hadn't seen him, he waited for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly, he crept near the door, pressing his ear against it in an attempt to see if the swordsman had passed by.

Silence greeted him, and smiling guiltily, he cracked the door. Reassuring himself that the other exorcist was probably far away by now, he opened the door fully and stepped out, carefully closing it behind him.

As he turned to go, he felt a sharp foreboding, and his scalp pricked. An instant later, he found himself roughly grasped by one arm and ushered rather unceremoniously back into his hiding place.

After a moment of shocked surprise, he flailed about in the darkened space, his hands coming into contact with another body. Gasping, he felt what had to be soft cloth, and an open jacket.

Dreading the answer, he cleared his throat and spoke the inevitable words. "Who.. Who's there?"

"Moyashi," A low voice grated nearby, bringing with it a flood of sensations. Quickly pulling away from the source of his woes, Allen grasped his way to the nearest wall, hoping to find a light switch.

An annoyed grunt was heard, and then a hand closed once again on his arm, pushing him the rest of the way to the wall. Angrily, he struggled against the firm grip, his blood pounding in his ears as wave after wave of lust flooded him.

"Let go!" He exclaimed, his voice high with wrath. 'How dare he manhandle me like this!' He raged, and raised his hands to push against the other boy's bandaged chest. Kanda merely snorted, leaning closer to the shorter boy as he spoke.

"You didn't seem to mind the grabbing when it was me," He hissed, feeling the white haired boy grow stiff in his arms. "As a matter of fact, you seemed to enjoy it, Moyashi."

His face burning in the darkness, Allen frowned as he realized that there would be no more avoiding this meeting, no more hiding his terrible secrets. Wearily, he tried to regroup, to find a way to explain his actions before Kanda killed him.

"Kanda," He began, licking his lips nervously, "About earlier, I know it was wrong of me to.. to..". He trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.

The older youth had no such difficulties. "To kiss me, Moyashi?" He finished for him, his breath tickling the side of Allen's face as he continued. "Why did you do it?"

Allen floundered about for some way to tell him, afraid that his time was quickly running out. "Komui's machine!" He blurted, renewing his struggle to extricate himself from the tight grasp that Kanda had on him.

"The machine did something to my mind," He continued, feeling a small distance increase between their bodies. He had to get away from him, he thought in alarm. The proximity of the object of his desires was only making matters worse, his skin burning with barely concealed heat.

Feeling the smaller boy shudder, Kanda narrowed his eyes in thought.

Lavi had said that he had to tell Allen about his 'tender feelings', but after the last failed attempt at role-playing, he'd stormed out of the room, flinging his hands up in exasperation.

"God forbid Yuu-chan, but you should be more like Allen-kun!" The redheaded idiot had shot at him as he'd slammed the door.

'Oh well,' he thought, smiling to himself, Allen hadn't told him about his feelings either, at least not verbally.

Hearing the smaller boy's voice falter, Kanda made an important decision. If Lavi thought being more like Allen would be the best way to get his feelings across, then who was he to nay say his obvious wisdom?

Drawing the other boy closer, he bent his head, locating his mouth by the sound of his voice. The effect was drastic, and instantaneous.

Allen's struggles ceased, and his arms grasped Kanda with a rough hunger as his lips parted to welcome Kanda's probing tongue. Growling, he pressed as close as possible to his 'captor', bringing their upper bodies together as Kanda groaned huskily.

His mind screamed at him that they had to stop this, that he had to push Kanda away before this went too far, but his body seemed deaf to his mental protests. The feeling of Kanda's lips against his set his entire body ablaze, his passionate response surprising them both.

After a seemingly endless moment, Kanda softened the kiss, stroking his hands over the boy's soft skin, threading his fingers into that silky hair as he pulled his head to the side. When a muffled gasp met his ears, he smirked, and pressed his lips the Allen's exposed neck, nipping the tender flesh at the bottom of one ear.

Allen moaned quietly, his eyes tightly closed as he relished the slight stinging of Kanda's teeth on his throat. There were no words to describe the sensations sweeping through him, nothing could compare to this..

His head swam with a heady mixture of confusion and desperation. He had to do something, it wasn't right that he should just stand here and let this happen.

Pulling his head sharply away from the dark samurai's mouth, he tried to force his mind awake. 'I have to explain, to make him see that this is a mistake,' He couldn't think with Kanda so close, the smell of him filled the air, intoxicating the cursed exorcist.

"Kanda," His voice was breathless, and for a second he thought the other boy had failed to notice his serious tone. After a slight pause, Kanda pulled back further, allowing the still-trembling boy to catch his breath.

"Why did you do it, moyashi?" Kanda whispered, striving to keep his words from betraying his anxiety. Hearing the slight increase in Allen's breathing, he smiled. 'It would appear that I am not the only one who finds this unnerving,' He mused, waiting for the answer to his question.

Reigning in his racing thoughts, Allen took a deep breath and tried again to speak. "The machine of Komui's, he told me that it does something to your brain, something rather specific." He said, desperately trying to ignore the swordsman's hands on his back.

"And what does that have to do with this?" Kanda frowned. Something wasn't right, he knew suddenly. Dropping his hands, he moved back another step, putting space between their bodies as he tried to reason things out.

In a flash of insight, he realized that if that... ridiculous machine could affect thoughts, then this might all be a horrible misunderstanding.

Suddenly grateful for the room's complete darkness, he flushed in humiliation. Allen didn't have control of himself, he was sure. He hadn't meant to kiss him, at all.

He'd just made an utter fool of himself.

Allen seemed aware of Kanda's panic, although he couldn't see the other boy. Attempting to calm him, he reached out to touch the older boy, but Kanda jerked himself back and away from his grasp as he spoke.

"It wasn't real for you, was it moyashi?" His normally smooth tones were clipped with anxiety. In the blackness, Allen's eyes widened.

"What does that mean, 'for me'?" He said, astounded by Kanda's rhetorical query. Surely he wasn't, he couldn't possibly mean that he.. that he..

"It no longer matters, I apologize moyashi," Kanda's face felt like all of the blood in his body had settled there, and he was almost certain that Allen could see his flaming cheeks. "I will not mention this again." He concluded, his voice once again firm, his emotions held in check as he turned to leave.

Allen tried once more to catch him, unwilling to let the obviously embarrassed boy leave with things so awkward between them. "You're wrong, Kanda." He whispered, and he heard the quick intake of breath that told him he had the other's full attention.

"It does matter. I never meant to hurt or mislead you." Feeling the material of Kanda's jacket sleeve, he traced his hand up to grasp his shoulder. He was alarmed to feel the other boy's shivering, and was afraid that there would never be another chance to talk to him, if he let him go now.

He asked his question again, not knowing if he should be wary of the answer or not. "What do you mean, not real for me?"

Kanda drew a ragged breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Allen seemed determined to force an answer from him. Raising his head, he stared instinctively into the shorter boy's eyes, darkness be damned.

"Moyashi," He muttered, his voice quiet as he spoke, "I don't think you really want to know."

If Allen's eyes had been any wider, he could have served tea off them. "Why? Was.. Is it... real for you? Is that what you mean to say?"

Silence.

Then, he felt Kanda nod reluctantly. At this silent admission, the barely contained sensations broke free of his grasp, once again threatening to consume him as he whimpered. "I'm sorry, so very sorry, Kanda!" He almost cried, stubborn tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't know, I would never, ever have forced you like that if I could have stopped myself."

Kanda's shaking stilled, his next words incredulous. "Forced me? You think you were forcing me?" He shook his head. No wonder the boy had tried so hard to avoid him, he hadn't realized that it was so painful for him. "I've done a lot of thinking, and I understand that it may have been me misleading you, Moyashi."

Hearing Allen's gasp, he pressed on, determined to say what must be said. "I realized that all this time, I was only deceiving myself."

He found the boy's hand, and grasped it firmly, pulling him closer. Leaning down, he spoke softly into the younger boy's ear. "I allowed you to believe that I didn't like you, that I didn't even notice you." He smiled faintly. "I even allowed myself to think those things, unchallenged. But the truth is, I..I think I like you very much."

Allen held his breath, feeling his control over himself slipping at the feeling of Kanda's breath on his cheek, the effect of his quiet voice making his blood sing with need.

Kanda could feel his trembling increase, and he smoothed a hand over Allen's face, wiping a stray tear before it could fall. He knew that he should release him now, and step away, but now that he'd told Allen what was in his heart, he couldn't seem to do it.

He remembered Lavi asking him if he knew how Allen felt about him. The memory gave him enough strength to pull back slightly. Before this could go any further, he needed to know.

"Allen," He whispered, shocking the shorter boy with the use of his real name, "Could I ask something of you?"

Allen nodded, remembered that he couldn't see him, and whispered. "Y-yes, anything."

Kanda sighed, and embraced him. "Have you ever.. Thought about me? How do I make you feel?" He almost dreaded the answer, but he had to know how Allen felt about him.

Allen was shocked to feel the taller boy's arms around him again, and almost missed the question. He shook his head to ward off the ever-present urges that he felt, struggling to think. How could he not think of him, he wondered, smiling.

"Of course I've thought of you, Kanda. Quite often, actually." He could sense that his answer to this line of questioning was very important. The things he said now could do immense harm if he weren't careful. "But right now, I can't really tell you how I feel, because that crazy thing of Komui-san's is making me feel... very strongly about you."

Kanda felt his cheeks burning. "Yes, I think I know exactly what you mean, Moyashi." He dropped his voice farther, and he felt the white haired youth shiver as he ghosted his lips along his jaw. Following the curve of Allen's cheek with his mouth, he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of the boy's lips.

"Kanda..!" Allen whimpered, realizing that he was losing control of himself again. "We- You shouldn't.."

Kanda moved just far enough away to put their foreheads together. "Didn't you say I could ask anything of you, Moyashi?" Allen nodded shakily. "Well, then, I have something to ask of you."

Licking his lips, Allen stammered out a reply. "What is it?'

Kanda pushed him gently to the wall. "Would you... show me what you're feeling right now? Please?"

With a soft groan, Allen clung to him, burying his face into the tall boy's chest as he fought the need that surged through him at his request. "I want to, very much, but I don't think I should."

Kanda frowned. "Why, Moyashi? I won't hurt you, I want to help you."

Allen gasped as his last bit of strength diminished. "It's not like you think, Kanda." He whispered frantically, trying to make him understand. "The machine makes me want you so much it hurts. I know Komui calls it 'love', but it really seems more like lust. It's not like what you feel for me!"

Kanda shuddered as he tried to ignore his own lustful feelings. "I know, Moyashi. But tell me, does it feel like this?" Turning his head slightly, he pressed their lips together, gently. Hearing the boy's muffled groan, he pulled away. "Or is it more..." he trailed off, and crushed Allen against him, renewing the kiss with an intensity that surprised even him.

Allen couldn't believe that this was happening. One second, Kanda was almost shy, and then he was devouring his lips as if he'd been the one to fall victim to Komui's madness! The feeling of his mouth was wonderful, but Allen still tried to resist his own hunger.

Kanda brought his hands to Allen's face, mimicking the other boy's actions from before. Curling his fingers slightly, he firmly grasped his head, biting gently into the stunned boy's lower lip.

As Allen gasped, Kanda smiled, and used the opening to deepen the kiss. Moving one hand down Allen's back, he used his weight to push him flat to the wall, pressing their bodies completely against each other.

Allen arched away from the cold stone, and let out a startled cry at the feeling of Kanda's body. His knees buckled slightly, but Kanda refused to let him fall. Tightening his grip, he lowered his remaining arm to Allen's waist, and in a single smooth motion, used his superior leverage to lift the other exorcist.

Feeling as if he had caught fire, Allen wrapped his arms tightly around Kanda's shoulders, his head falling back to the wall as he allowed himself to be lifted. As Kanda shifted his attentions to his throat once more, he gasped, his legs clenching firmly around the taller boy's waist.

Kanda raised his head, whispering in the panting boy's ear as he slowly rolled his hips against Allen's. "Tell me, Allen," He smiled as he heard the other boy's ragged moan, repeating the motion, "Is it more like this?"

"Y-yes! It.. it's like that, just like that, oh God.."

Kanda shivered as he felt Allen's obvious excitement. He knew that he had to be careful not to frighten him, but he couldn't seem to stop. He was so hot, and he loved the sound of Allen's voice as he whimpered with pleasure. Returning his lips to Allen's, he groaned as he spoke.

"Then you are wrong, Moyashi," He slid his hands from Allen's waist, feeling his hips and finally coming to rest under the smaller boy's firm behind. "Because I feel the exact...same...way." Using this new handhold, he punctuated his words with short, jerking thrusts, earning a series of low cries from his love.

Allen couldn't remember anything in his life feeling so good. As Kanda moved against him, he almost sobbed as he squeezed his thighs more tightly around the older boy's waist. He couldn't have stopped this now if he'd wanted to. It was too much to bear, but still somehow not enough.

He could feel that Kanda was as excited as he was, and the knowledge that their feelings really were the same only heightened his passion. Lifting his head, he pressed his lips to the other boy's shoulder, opening them just enough to bite down on his exposed flesh.

Kanda gasped as he felt Allen's mouth on him, and the bite. He had never pictured quiet little Allen Walker as a vampire, but the idea was undeniably being proven as he continued the assault on Kanda's willing throat.

Sensing that Allen was losing himself in his fervor, Kanda relaxed his deathgrip on him, slowing his movements to a more teasing pace. Leaning his head on the younger boy's shoulder, he whispered into Allens slightly damp hair.

"Is it good, Moyashi?" He felt the boy shudder, and seeing the effect of his low voice on him, continued speaking, his hands moving in a steady motion as he pressed kisses to Allen's flushed skin.

"I've wanted you like this for so long, but I didn't see it for what it was." He murmered, causing the other boy's breath to hitch. "Can't you feel how much I want you?"

Allen nodded, his voice failing him as he locked his arms around Kanda's neck. Feeling the almost desperate state of his companion, Kanda smiled. "What do you want, koi?"

His soft endearment seemed to hang in the humid air as Allen's eyes opened. He groaned as he clung to Kanda, knowing that something was going to happen, and soon. Every nerve in his body was screaming for more, and he couldn't stop himself from voicing his need.

"Please, oh, please..".

His voice sent a shiver of pleasure through Kanda, and he intensified his slow movements by thrusting more firmly against the cursed boy. "Do you want me to stop?" He also felt himself coming close to release, but he wanted to be absolutly sure that Allen was ready.

"No..! I want.. I need.. more, please, Kanda.." Allen whimpered, crushing his body to the taller boy's as he sought out those soft lips again. Feeling his control slipping, he cried out to him, his voice pleading. "You feel so good, please God, Yuu...!"

As his body began to shake uncontrollably, Kanda turned his face into the side of Allen's neck, his voice heavy with emotion. "I won't ever stop. Not ever." He felt Allen's final convulsive shudder, and as he joined him in that moment of ecstasy, he allowed himself to say what really needed to be said.

"I love you, Allen Walker..."

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Well, there you have it! Sorry it was so long this time, but there just seemed like a lot of things that needed to be in this chapter, lol. Keep reading, and keep those reviews coming, you wouldn't believe how much they actually help keep me focussed. Ja ne!