House of the Holy

"It's not my problem" Kanda says firmly, vehemently "I don't give a damn"

It was evident, that he was beginning to lose himself. It was just a matter of time before he would be completely taken over. There was a thin line between the two sides, as he held on to the edge of one he slowly began to fall into the other. Most unfortunately, he was not fully aware of it himself, in actuality; he did not want to believe it really. He has decided, without meaning to, that ignoring the would be problem, would solve the would be problem, or at least, that is the decision for the time being. Nobody who cared enough knew about his situation, not that he'd even try to tell anyone who cared enough, much too painful on both his and the other party's part. Of course, there are those who don't seem to want to know, he could not blame them, and besides, he feels slightly thankful for that, the reason unknown. It was better if it remained a private matter, when it happens, it happens. But Allen Walker swears to himself and to all in the world that he would not let it happen. Allen Walker vows he is better than that.

Sanity, however, was surprisingly becoming very difficult to sustain. Precarious events come one after another, and it does not help at all, that he is often with unwilling company during his more recent missions. Not that he was really complaining; he was over that stage; he would avoid bickering with the hot-headed Kanda Yuu as much as possible. The spiteful swordsman refused to be involved with his so called 'secrets' too much anyway. Whatever Allen Walker did outside of his presence was essentially none of his business and therefore irrelevant to his life in general. When the time comes, if it ever comes, Kanda Yuu would be the first one to raise his weapon. 'I'm not losing to a damn Noah', is what he would say when the time comes, and he will thereafter affirm that there is death for anyone who is even a little human. Such is Kanda Yuu's dedication to his job.

When it boils down to it, neither of them really gave a damn about much anymore. An exorcist's life is slowly becoming the only path, and the goals are all boiling down to one objective, one such they would do anything to achieve. One is slowly selling his soul for the salvation of others, while the other continues his outrageous gamble with death in search for what is unknown to many, both ridiculously impossible tasks, if not just increasingly difficult. Both equally insane in their own right, although insanity wasn't so uncommon these days anyway, war does funny things to the mind and soul. Allen Walker and Kanda Yuu bring their own share of madness to this worldwide epidemic. Not just in their general goals and activities, but also in their peripheral and more private activities.

For example, they have made a bet with each other, that nobody knows because the secrecy itself is part of the bet, and this particular bet, was not only insanely both masochistic and sadistic, but it was also bordering on ridiculously lewd (to both their own selves and one another). It was a bet of an extreme sort, something one could not, would not, expect from them in a million years, but as aforementioned, war indeed does funny things to the mind and soul, or it should be said that in this particular matter, of their bet, wars do funny things to the body. This is in no way, pertaining to any injury obtained in physical battle. This was a different kind of 'funny', one such that would border on sensual, if it wasn't already extremely, coherently sexual.

"Nnnh..." Allen grunts when his mouth is invaded and a hand simultaneously rides up his thigh. Briskly, he is pinned down onto the floor, and a thud echoes in the room. The hand which isn't tracing circles on his thigh sneaks beneath his button down shirt, and slowly ghosts the skin of his abdomen and chest.

They part, Allen gives out a huff and suppresses a groan, a low raspy voice whispers into his ear "Enjoying?" and what follows can only be a growl.

"Shut up" is the slightly irate reply, Kanda Yuu smirks at this, though only briefly, let's out a breath. Slowly retracts the hand crawling up the snow-haired exorcist shirt. "Tsch, you will" and he unbuttons the shirt using only one hand, the other one making itself busy massaging a certain bulge in Allen's pants.

Allen screws his eyes and lips shut, trying not to make any sounds or faces, Kanda licks his earlobe, and he can't help but shudder in response. "Shit..." he finds himself mumbling, Kanda moves down to his neck, and he hisses. At this point, any effort to turn things over would be futile, but Allen Walker was not about to lose. He would win this bet somehow, even if he was more likely to become 'emotionally attached' than the swordsman.

Their bet was simple really; and the stakes were high in a manner of speaking. Whoever was the first one to 'give a damn' would lose, the stakes were their hearts, whoever lost would end up rejected they'd both decided (not really thinking it over, deeming their mutual loss to be impossible). Both of them were convinced that something just carnal wouldn't make them feel any real attachment to one another. They were nothing beyond workmates, unwilling allies maybe, it was all 'purely physical' they'd say to themselves, thinking that people touch each other all the time (although, admittedly, it is not in that way).

During all of their nights of debauchery, they'd tease each other physically and emotionally, continually taking advantage of each other's vulnerability (caused by their intimate activities). Who was winning their little bet neither of them were sure of, and they'd both probably never know. Neither of them would admit to defeat anyway. It might be that all this fuss (?) they're making is all ridiculously pointless.

"Hnnk—" holding back a scream, Allen holds on to the sheets for dear life as the swordsman entered him, the dark haired man groaned as the heat enveloped him, pulling him in. Kanda stilled when he was in to the hilt, he willed his eyes open, and stared at the snow-haired boy's flushed face. His eyes were clamped shut, as he bit his lower lip. Kanda couldn't help but smirk "Losing yourself are we?" he says

"Shut up" Allen replies, breathlessly, his voice strained. The number of times he said these two words that particular night was exceptionally uncountable. Kanda teased more, and he was in complete control, he was being remarkably aggressive (exponentially more than usual). "It's—It's not like you aren't... Nnnh... Losing yourself....either...." his breathing hitches more

"Who's losing himself?" Kanda says with a sharp thrust. Allen's back arches and a loud cry echoes in the room, it is anything but a pained one.

Allen begins to think that he is losing the battle, though he would rather keep such information to himself. Kanda wouldn't understand, he'll just go about being a jerk about it. He'd relish his victory. Allen would most definitely not inform him of his current stand in the whole bet thing. Until such time comes when it is far too ridiculous for them both to go on about it, he would just focus on the sensations, enjoy the contact, delight in the attention, and savour the moments, when it is just the two of them, losing themselves in pleasure.

"Let's have another bet..." there are times when Allen wants to test Kanda, see if he'd notice "... the first to die loses" and then he grins

Kanda seems to be ignoring him, he's quickly redressing himself, he just can't sleep over in the bean's room (is what he's thinking), all would be over when they're found out.

"Do we have a deal?" the snow-haired exorcist grins sheepishly, and he looks quite endearing there on the bed, lying on his stomach, head in his arms, legs folding and unfolding in a playful rhythm.

"I'm not an idiot bean..." Kanda finally says, and Allen half expects that he's figured it out "... I won't take a bet I'll obviously lose" but alas (or fortunately?) he has not, and has never showed an inkling of suspicion either, not once.

The words 'Why would you lose?' were on the tip of Allen's tongue, but he bit his lip so as not to say it. He is startled when Kanda talks once again, "Besides..." he says, while grabbing his exorcist's coat "...when I die is none of your business, nor is your own death date any of mine" he walks towards Allen and leans down till their faces are only centimetres apart, Allen is completely surprised when Kanda closes the distance and kisses him. It lasts for what is probably one glorious minute (or two). He breaks away as softly as he began the kiss, "It's not my problem" he breathes "I don't give a damn" and with that he leaves the room.

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EDIT: I DECIDED TO MAKE IT THREE PART INSTEAD OF ONESHOT. But it's still the same content, chopped into 3.