While I wait for something to hit me and go "look, look, I am a PLOT, WRITE ME!" I went through all my notes/deleted stuff/general crap and decided to do some oneshots from the ATW universe. Yes, yes I know, flogging, dead and horse spring to mind but I am bored, therefore I write lemons.
And they won't be in any particular order, just as they strike me, though I will put in a note to say where about it happened, though most can stand alone I guess…I'm rambling now aren't I?

Argh, I'm not going to have to disclaim all these oneshots too am I? That just sucks. Alright, here we go. I'll just say, I don't own D Gray Man, and this includes this and all future posts. OK?

Number One: Pre chapter 14

The Problem With Communal Showers is…

Kanda strolled into the white tiled shower room without a care in the world, looking neither to the left or right as he headed for his preferred cubicle and tough luck if someone was using it. It was his shower and therefore if he wanted to use it, he would.

All followed more nervously, looking around for tell-tale steam clouds or the echoing sound of running water. Thankfully it appeared as though the showers were all unoccupied.

"Relax Moyashi, there's no one here."

Kanda's voice made him jump a little, and he immediately felt silly for the reaction.

"Sorry" he mumbled, feeling distinctly embarrassed.

Kanda gave him a small grin watching him with laughing eyes and an expression that revealed his amusement at Allen's nervous antics.

"Don't give me that look! This was all your stupid idea!"

"Stupid idea? I don't recall any protests when I suggested it."

Allen blushed, choosing not to answer as he unfolded his towel and draped it over the sink. Reaching behind his head he pulled the tie from his hair, grimacing as the shoulder length locks swung around his face. Glancing up he saw Kanda watching him via the mirror. "What?"

Kanda raised an eyebrow. "Nothing." He too released his bound hair, not taking his eyes off Allen, who was still looking at him in the mirror. Slowly, carefully, Kanda undid his shirt buttons, unfastening each little disc with unnecessary deliberation and Allen's eyes followed each tiny movement hungrily.

The dark haired man let his shirt slide down his arms, not taking his eyes off the reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. Allen was flushed, his mouth open slightly as his silver eyes roamed eagerly over the exposed chest of the man standing behind him. Kanda allowed a smirk to form on his face. "See something you like?"

Allen blinked rapidly and his flush deepened in embarrassment. He ducked his head, staring into the depths of the basin in front of him rather than risk meeting the smouldering gaze of the Japanese man that was now standing…right…behind…him.

Allen shuddered as he felt Kanda's breath stir the hair at the nape of his neck, as a pair of sword-callused hands came into view, tugging lightly at the ribbon around his throat, watching in fascination as it fluttered free, falling into the sink. Allen lifted his head and looked at Kanda's reflection. The expression on the samurai's face made him draw in a breath, his heart pounding. He found himself held captive in the intensity of those impossibly dark eyes, and was soon lost, spellbound by the force of the emotion that shone so unashamedly from their depth. He didn't even recognise the sensation of Kanda's skilful fingers liberating his own shirt buttons until the cool air of the shower room hit his bare shoulders and suddenly the garment was gone, lost amid the whiteness of the tiles that formed the floor.

Before he realised what was happening, he was spun around, and was now staring straight at Kanda, who had an expression of want written all over his face. The older man pushed him back against the sinks, one leg either side of Allen's while his hands roamed freely. Despite his obvious desire, Kanda's first kiss was gentle, far more so that Allen was expecting. He opened his mouth willingly when he felt Kanda swipe his bottom lip with his tongue and moaned in appreciation when said tongue delved into his mouth, but God, it was too slow! With a half-grunt of irritation, Allen reached behind Kanda's head and pulled him closer, forcing the tongue that was still leisurely exploring his mouth to defend itself against the sudden onslaught. Finally the need for air forced them to part. Kanda pulled back slowly, taking Allen's lower lip into his mouth and worrying it gently with his teeth before finally releasing it and leaning back, staring into silver eyes that were clouded with lust.

"God Moyashi, do you know what you do to me?" Kanda brushed a stray lock of mussed hair from Allen's face, his hand sliding round to cup the back of his neck.

Allen fisted his own hands in the spill of dark hair that fell down Kanda's bare back. "I have some idea, yes." He leaned forwards, inhaling the distinctive scent of his lover before running his tongue craftily across the older man's collar bone, before blowing on the wet spot and watching the goosebumps rise all over the other's flawless skin.

Growling a warning, Kanda turned them both around and pushed Allen against the shower cubicle door, which swung open with the blow, spilling the now entwined couple into the cold stall. Pressed against the cold tile, Allen couldn't hold back the shiver that coursed through him. Kanda noticed and smirked a little, reaching round to turn on the water, despite the fact that they were both still half-dressed. Almost immediately they were engulfed in hot steam and flowing water.

"Kanda!" Allen admonished, cringing as the water ran down his back and below his waistline. "We didn't bring a change of clothes!" He shuddered again, immensely grateful that he'd walked down from his room barefoot. He couldn't stand the thought of putting on wet boots afterwards.

"Well, we'd better get these off before they get any wetter then, hadn't we?" Kanda's hands moved to Allen's belt and unfastened it with a few well practised movements.

Allen rolled his eyes. "I'd have taken them off anyway; you didn't have to get them wet!" He kicked his sopping trousers across the shower floor, where they disappeared through the gap under the door. Kanda's followed soon after, thrown over the stall door and landing with a sodden splat on the tiles on the other side of it.

"Now that's much better" Kanda commented standing back and allowing his eyes to travel over Allen's exposed body critically.

Despite being with Kanda for months, Allen still managed to work up a blush under the scrutiny, something that Kanda (though he'd never admit it) found absolutely adorable.

Seeing the amused expression on his lover's face, Allen turned away and stood under the shower, looking up and allowing the water to run over his face, trying to disguise the blush under the scalding flow.

Kanda moved behind him, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on Allen's shoulder. Allen glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes but didn't say anything.

"You know," began the older man conversationally, "you'll never get clean that way." He reached over and retrieved the flannel and soap, working them together to create a rich foamy lather with he then proceeded to rub across Allen's chest in smooth circles.

Forgetting his annoyance immediately, Allen allowed his head to drop back onto Kanda's shoulder, leaning his head towards his lover's and loosing himself in the sensation of Kanda's hands moving lower on his body.

He gave a small gasp of surprise when Kanda fisted him, arching into the touch as Kanda began to move at a leisurely pace, just slow enough that Allen grew more and more frustrated.

"What are you doing, you sadist?" He arched again, attempting to quicken the pace himself, desperate for the release that Kanda seemed so intent on denying him.

"You're so impatient!" muttered Kanda in his ear, though he quickened his movement anyway, only to slow right down as soon as Allen thought he was getting somewhere.

"Kanda..." he meant it to sound like a warning, but it came out more as a needy whine. The older man chuckled darkly, but picked up the pace again, this time keeping it up as Allen moaned and writhed for him.

Allen closed his eyes and arched his back. The added friction from the flannel drove him closer to the edge with each stroke, and suddenly, without warning he reached his climax with a long drawn out moan. "Oh God…"

He barely had time to recover before Kanda had reached for the soap again, rubbing it between his wet hands. "Bend over" he ordered his younger lover, adjusting the flow of the shower to make it cooler as he spoke.

Allen didn't even think to argue, doing as he was bid straight away, watching Kanda over his shoulder with lust clouded eyes.

Kanda slipped a soap-slickened finger inside him, his other hand running reassuring circles over Allen's back as he moved it in and out. After so many months, it didn't take long before he could add another finger, then a third, moving them with skill and precision.

"Just do it!" groaned Allen as Kanda continued to tease him with his digits, making the older man grin, although he didn't listen to Allen's request. He was determined to make him really beg before long.

"You really are impatient Moyashi" he commented dryly. "What is it you want?"

"Kanda…"

"I want to hear you say it first." Kanda accompanied this statement with an expert press of his finger, a teasing touch on the bundle of nerves that drove a high gasping moan from Allen's mouth and made it near impossible for him to think straight, never mind reply.

"I…ah…GOD! Dammit, Kanda!" Allen struggled to control his raged breathing, "For God's sake Kanda! Just do it! Stop teasing me! Fuck me already! Please!"

Finally satisfied, Kanda withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. With a smooth movement he sunk inside, pausing to make sure Allen was comfortable, but Allen had other ideas. He was through with waiting and being teased and jerked backwards, impaling himself.

"Jesus Moyashi!" Kanda hissed in surprise, closing his eyes to savour the sensation.

"Move, dammit!" Allen emphasised his point by rocking backwards, and Kanda willingly took up the pace.

Allen pressed his arms against the wall, bracing himself as Kanda pounded into him.

"So…close…" The samurai seemed to be loosing control, the previously smooth movement becoming jerky as he grunted with the effort of not loosing it just yet.

He reached round and took hold of Allen again, pumping in time with each desperate thrust that hit that sweet spot again and again.

When Allen moaned his completion for the second time, the mere sound that he made snapped all of Kanda's control and he climaxed suddenly, with a deep groan that reverberated off the tiles.

They stayed that way for a couple of minutes, trying to get their breath back.

Still panting slightly, Kanda withdrew and turned Allen around, wrapping his arms around him once more and kissing him tenderly. Allen purred at the touch like a sated kitten.

"That was great," he murmured when the kiss ended, resting his head on the other's shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

Kanda laughed quietly. Allen wouldn't have known he was laughing if he didn't feel the vibrations against his chest.

"You're still a sadist though," Allen added as an afterthought, rubbing his cheek against Kanda's neck affectionately.

"It's just nice to hear how much you want me." Kanda trailed his hands absently over Allen's back, his fingers catching on the scars left from the Noah of Faith's knives.

Allen laughed. "Are you that insecure you need me to tell you that?" He pulled back, looking Kanda in the eyes. "There is only one person I could ever want, and that's you, and only you." He kissed him lightly, a soft brushing of lips. "And I don't ever want you to think anything else." He kissed him again, deeper this time, and felt Kanda's erection growing against his thigh. "Again, already?"

"What can I say; you just have that effect on me." Kanda pushed him back against the wall, lifting him up so Allen could wrap his legs around his waist, using gravity to gravity to almost drop Allen onto himself, forcing a loud noise that almost teetered on pain from the younger exorcists mouth.

"God, I love it when you're rough" Allen muttered as Kanda drove into him again, causing the dark-haired man to smirk in a self-satisfied way.

"And I love you, Moyashi."

The water was beginning to run cold as they finally cleaned up after a couple more rounds, during which time they found out just how flexible Allen really was and that even Kanda has his limits. Finally pushing open the stall door and slinging their towels around their waists and wrapping up their hair, the turned to pick up their wet clothes, only to find they had vanished.

"Um…" Allen glanced around, confused. "Everything's gone! Even my ribbon!"

"And my hair tie." Kanda was too worn out to get too annoyed, though if they didn't find the reason soon, he was sure he could dredge up the energy from somewhere.

"Lavi."

"Excuse me?"

Allen didn't reply, just pointed at the piece of paper lying innocently by the sink. It was recognisable as the thick type of parchment used by the bookman clan.

"Idiot Rabbit" commented Kanda, picking up the paper and reading it quickly. "He's so fucking dead. I'll kill him myself."

"What?" Allen looked over Allen's shoulder, scanning the Bookman apprentice's scrawl rapidly, and growing paler and paler the further he got. "Oh no, I'm killing him this time!"

'Dear lovebirds,

Komui wanted to see you, so I came to fetch you…but you were busy. (Hehe) But don't worry, I explained everything to Komui and he said come up when you were…finished.

And I noticed your clothes were wet, so I took them to the laundry for you. Unfortunately, I couldn't get into your room to get some dry ones. Oh well….

Don't forget to clean up after yourselves now!'

Kanda scrunched the parchment angrily in his fist. "He is so fucking dead" he said again.

Allen was about to reply when the door banged open, revealing a very, VERY angry looking Komui and Lavi, who was doubled over in gales of laughter.

Wordlessly, the supervisor marched into the room, glaring at the two exorcists, and handed them both a manky looking toothbrush each and thrusting a bottle of bleach into Allen's unresisting hands. Before he turned and walked away, he pointed a long finger at the couple. "Spotless!" he barked, still glowering. "Some people actually want to use this room for what is as designed for!" Then he stomped away, leaving a stunned Allen, a furious Kanda and a Lavi who looked like he was suffocating. He had turned bright red with laughter and was struggling to draw in air.

"Lavi! What did you bring Komui down here for?"

"I didn't! I just saw him heading in this direction and decided to follow. You're lucky you were out of the shower, I heard there was a robot ready for you if you were still at it!"

Kanda turned to Allen, a scowl on his face. "I told you I should have brought Mugen with me!"

Lavi grinned. "Aw, Yuu-chan, that's not a very nice thing to say! I'm rather lad Allen talked you out of it though, I'd rather like to keep my head."

Allen shook his head, a very Kanda-esque smirk forming on his face. "Lavi, Lavi, Lavi. Did you forget? Kanda might not have his innocence with him, but mine is permanently attached." And he activated his arm.

With a very girlish scream, Lavi turned and bolted.

Kanda looked at his toothbrush sullenly. "Damn idiot supervisor."

Allen looked up from where he was sloshing bleach around the cubicle. "It was worth it though."

"Definitely." Kanda looked smugly at him. "And now no one will ever use my cubicle again."