Why'd he have to listen to Lavi?
Running through the halls, Allen and Lavi sped past others like they weren't there. If the people who were being pushed by them were surprised, wait till they saw the figure running after the two.
"Lavi! I told you he'd know it was us!" Allen called across to the red-headed boy at his left.
Panting, Lavi answered, "Hey, you agreed to it! From now on, it's every man for himself! Hope you don't get caught; who knows what he'll do to you?" Lavi sped up, leaving Allen behind. "Wait! Lavi!"
He always got him in trouble. Why did he follow him? Allen knew that pulling that prank on Kanda was foolish, stupid even, but he did it anyway. For fun. It was strange how Lavi talked him into such things.
"Let's put hot sauce in his soba," Lavi had said. "He'll never see it coming. This'll be great!"
"Promise he won't know it was us?" Allen had asked.
"Promise." Yeah, that promise went far.
Now Kanda was traveling through the halls as well, at breakneck speed, and Allen was so toast. Running out of energy he knew Kanda would catch up to him, so he ran into the next empty room he saw and slammed the door. He leaned against the wood and wiped his forehead, trying to catch his breath. He didn't see how anything could be more tiring than this.
He heard Kanda shuttle past and sighed; he might as well hide for now. Looking around the dark room, he felt around, trying to make sense of where everything was. Being compact, he chose to squeeze under the bed: no one would look there for him. Allen crawled under and waited.
Who knew how much longer later, Allen heard a door slam and groggily stirred; he'd fallen asleep under there. With an icy ripple down his back, Allen watched the feet walk to the side of the room. He'd recognize those feet, those steps anywhere.
As the mugen was set against the wall, Allen thought to himself. Of course, the room he ran into was Kanda's room. Just his luck. Hopefully, Kanda wouldn't find him.
Allen painfully watched the feet move all over the room, their owner silent. Suddenly, an unlucky small gust of air flew where Allen was hiding, lifting just a teeny bit of dust into his nose. He couldn't restrain it, no matter hard he tried. "A. . . ah. . . ACHOO!"
Allen was practically ripped out from underneath and thrown painfully on the bed, with Kanda's blade to his chest. "Kanda wait! It's just me!"
Kanda hesitated before sheathing his sword. "Moyashi. . . what are you doing in my room? Under my bed, for that matter?"
Allen gave a small nervous laugh before replying. "H-hiding."
Kanda made a sound that would have been considered a snort, if it had not been from Kanda. "From who?"
Allen blushed a little, embarrassed. "Oh, you mean from the little stunt you and Lavi pulled? From me? Don't be pathetic," Kanda answered when Allen made no move to reply.
Allen blushed deeper and looked down. "Sorry." Kanda scoffed again. He didn't care to hear apologies; they were a waste of time and air. He knew that prankster and the moyashi had been behind the sabotage of his lunch all along; it wasn't that hard to figure it out. However, he found it amusing that they were so unprepared for the consequences of their actions that they were frightened enough to run and hide.
Allen quickly recovered while Kanda was in this brief thoughtful state, and he sat up on the bed. "Kanda, I do apologize for mine and Lavi's behavior."
"Let me guess," Kanda broke, in a sarcastic tone. " 'You didn't mean it?' 'It was an accident?' Save your apologies; they're pathetic. And don't try to apologize for someone else; it's not your place."
Why did he bother? He knew Kanda wouldn't care; still, it was in his nature to apologize. He held back another "sorry" and there was a long pause.
Then, Allen sheepishly peeped in. "Kanda. . . . You're not that mad, are you?" Kanda looked down at the exorcist. Was he afraid Kanda would lose his temper and attack him? Humorous.
"I'm not sure just yet," he replied, again sarcastic. Knowing Allen would buy it and feeling like a chastising teacher, Kanda loomed over Allen. "Maybe I'll rip your throat out for what you did."
Allen almost laughed out loud. "For a small prank? You can't be serious." Kanda had to be teasing. . . right?
Kanda waved his hand at him, as if he were unimportant. "Whatever. A fight with you is a waste of time anyway. There's no point."
Allen saw the look on his face and got a bit ruffled. "So are you saying you'd automatically win? I don't think you would know."
"It's obvious, and there's no way I would let some cursed. . . . moyashi beat me," Kanda walked away from Allen toward a small closet-like space, acting like he was looking for something, but really just needing an excuse to walk away from Allen. Couldn't the boy take a hint?
"You think you're so great," Allen huffed, strangely stirred. "I don't think you have the guts to fight me."
That stupid moyashi. He always had to hit a nerve. "It's not a matter of wills and courage, young Allen, it's a matter of me accidently killing you. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Now Allen scoffed. "I could handle you. I'm not the 'young', weak boy you see me to be, Kanda."
Kanda leaned in close to Allen, putting both of his hands beside his waist on the bed, his nose almost touching Allen's before Allen backed up from his swift encounter. Kanda had meant to threaten him, and it had worked for an instant; now Allen was staring back gruffly into Kanda's eyes, supporting his delicate figure with his elbows.
"Not so weak, huh?" Kanda asked, lifting one of his hands from the bed. Allen, controlled by instinct, moved his left hand in front of his face, thinking Kanda was going to hit him. The sight of Allen's disfigured arm caused Kanda to wrinkle his face in disgust, but the sudden movement threw him off balance, and the boy fell, his back hitting the bed with a soft thump.
As Allen quickly tried to move his hand away, Kanda saw Allen for what he really was: an innocent boy lying in front of him. His hair was strewn about his face in white locks, bringing out the blue in his eyes and his thin scar. He was so pale, Kanda noticed now. He kept any amazement to himself and off his face, and remained looking thoughtful. Allen's shirt had become mostly unbuttoned - probably because of his crawl under the bed - and a line of his chest peeked out from the shirt, rising and falling steadily with his breathing. The air seemed to get thicker.
Allen looked up at Kanda. Why was he so quiet? He didn't look different, just the usual, thoughtful, I-don't-care Kanda. But what was he thinking about now? It had never occurred to him before. A lot of things started occurring to Allen rapidly: his shirt was unfastened from his hiding and he'd forgotten to button it back up; Kanda was leaning in closer to Allen - at least, it felt closer - and now was trailing the area of his chest that showed through his open shirt with his peripheral vision. Allen could tell, and got anxious. He turned a little pink, suddenly nervous at Kanda seeing him like this and how he must look.
That blush triggered it. He looked so damn innocent just lying under Kanda like that; something wild and animal-like boiled through him. "Kanda? Can I go?" Allen asked weakly, but before he could say anything else, Kanda moved completely over him. "Uh, Kanda?"
"Shut up, moyashi," Kanda snapped before doing something extremely out of the ordinary - he leaned in close to Allen's beautiful face and kissed him fiercely.
Allen felt scared, confused, shocked and mad all at once. Part of him wanted to punch Kanda in the face right then, but another part. . . felt strongly satisfied, scaring Allen all the more. He didn't want to be here, he just wanted Kanda off of him.
But Kanda wasn't giving him that choice. Straddling both sides of him, he prevented Allen from trying to leave. He continued his kiss, breaking off only to start again with a breath of fresh air. Allen had never really been kissed before, except - but he couldn't think about that of really anything else right then. It was getting hard to breathe, not just from Kanda's long consuming kisses or his weight against his small frame, but from something else Allen couldn't identify.
Then it intensified. Kanda's kisses got deeper, wading into unknown territory for Allen. He pushed Kanda away for a moment. "Kanda, no, what are you doing?" But Kanda just shoved him back on the bed, forceful enough that Allen was too nervous to put up a fight then. "Shut up," and he leaned in again to kiss Allen.
Allen had never been kissed this way before, Kanda's tongue slipped past his lips and moved around in his mouth, rubbing against his own several times. Part of Allen wanted to kiss back, burned for it, tempting him - but he was afraid that if he gave in, how much farther it could - might - go.
Kanda had a hand gripping Allen's beautiful white hair tightly, not bothering to hold himself up anymore and pressing against Allen. He could feel the boy tremble beneath him, as if he were fighting something, but Kanda was busy with his own thoughts to not really care what it was. He started pulling open Allen's shirt, revealing his smooth white chest. So warm for a figure that looked like marble, but Kanda didn't show his surprise. He never would.
Feeling Kanda's hand travel his now-bare chest, Allen couldn't take it. Something broke, and he found himself kissing Kanda back, as if there was a part inside him that knew how to do this, some primal instinct. The kissing became more fierce, their tongues intertwining then separating every once in awhile to take breath. Kanda bit into Allen's tongue, causing Allen to moan in an odd pleasurable pain.
"Kanda," he moaned, a mixture of pleading and attachment in that call. Kanda released his mouth's grip on Allen's and started traveling to his neck, his lips and tongue leaving warm spots on Allen's skin. Allen did not like where this was going; why didn't his body agree with him? Kanda was frightening him, and he almost felt powerless to fight off Kanda. But as he fought with himself, mind won over matter, and he began to struggle against Kanda's grip.
As he moved around in Kanda's grip like a wriggling fish, Kanda yanked on Allen's hair, causing a muffled yelp to erupt from him. "Stop moving, moyashi. You asked for this." There was nothing but ice in his voice, left completely emotionless.
"Kanda, let go! Please. . . please," he begged, not knowing what else to do, a voice telling him this was not the road to go. Allen's neck snapped back as Kanda pulled on the hair again, freeing some strands to sit as fine white lines in his hands. The skin there was so pallid and undisturbed, so wonderfully smooth that it was too tempting for Kanda to resist. He'd already gone this far, anyway; what was he going to do, let him go so he could spout it out to the others? No - now Allen was going to stay here, and Kanda would finish what he started.
Wiggling some more, Allen wouldn't give up. "Let go!"
Kanda pushed both of Allen's arms to the bed, holding them in place. "Stay still, bean sprout, or do you want me to tie you up as well?" Allen didn't answer, holding back a whimper; Kanda did not deal out mercy, he knew that much. Kanda's face stretched into an evil grin Allen had never seen before. "That's not a bad idea, actually; it'll prevent you from escaping and bothering the others. What do you think?"
He made it sound like he was a bother to the others, that he wouldn't be missed in the halls. Allen started to get upset. "Kanda," he cried, his begging getting him nowhere; he felt exhausted with stress, and nothing had happened yet.
Removing Allen's shirt, Kanda used the long-sleeved clothing to bind the shivering boy's wrists to the connected posts at the top of the bed. Although Allen struggled and fought against Kanda's imprisonment, Kanda just pushed and shoved him till he got his way. Soon he was bound by his wrists, and stretched out along the white bed sheets.
Goosebumps traveled up and down his chilled ribs - from exposure and fright. "Kanda, why?" he cried again. Even though he knew it would probably infuriate Kanda more, he couldn't stop himself: tears started running out slowly across his blushed face.
"I don't like hearing your voice whining at me," Kanda replied, seeming to have ignored Allen's question. "Be quiet, or I'll have to make you quiet." He now straddled Allen on the bed, on all fours above him, and pressed into his shaking body. He returned his lips to Allen's neck, kissing roughly despite Allen's squirming.
"Stop moving," he commanded, not receiving an immediate answer, Allen still fidgeting. If Kanda was treating this like a challenge, then fine - he could wait it out. He would be the last one standing, and he wasn't going to let that snobby Kanda beat him.
Allen thought he could control this situation. . . then he was wrong. Kanda, he was in charge of this situation, and he wasn't going to let some rebellious, cursed fool win against him, no matter how hard he fought. He would just tire himself out in the end; Kanda knew that.
"Kan-!" Allen started to scream, but was broken off. Without warning, Kanda's kisses turned violent, and he bit into Allen's neck fiercely, pulling at the flesh there tightly at first, then more ferociously, as if it were a steak between a wolf's jaws.
Allen yelped instead, causing Kanda to break out in a devilish grin. He continued biting the porcelain-like skin at Allen's neck, leaving dark smudges in a line, and leaving poor Allen to groan in agony. "S-stop, please. . . Kanda," he called weakly to no avail; Kanda was still ignoring him.
"I'm warning you, Allen," he said, using Allen's name for the first time since this had started. "Shut that whiny little voice of yours up. It bothers me." He continued down to Allen's collarbone, traveling to his chest where Allen shivered.
Kanda smiled. "Something wrong, moyashi?" he teased. He noticed the multiple rises of skin in bumps all over Allen's body.
Allen continued crying. "Kanda, please. . . stop. I can't take this." Ignored. Kanda moved his hands over Allen's body, raising them to cup his face. He kissed Allen's cheeks gently, licking the saltwater off of his skin. "Don't cry, moyashi. I haven't even begun."
Kanda's kisses became dangerously low, his hands shaping around Allen's slimmed hips and waist. When he bit at Allen's navel, he couldn't suppress himself, quivering and giving a small moan to Kanda's name. Taking advantage of this weak spot, Kanda continued his love bites until his fingers began to travel to the top of Allen's jeans, starting to unfasten the waist.
Allen froze, his stomach rolling. He was going to be sick; he had to stop Kanda somehow. "Kanda", he called, but knew it would not grab his attention. He had an idea and wriggled his left arm out of its tight bondage, lifting it to Kanda's face and dragging it across, leaving a single bleeding cut fresh on Kanda's cheek.
Kanda shuddered for once, but immediately caught himself once he'd seen what had happened. Seeing his freed arm, Kanda slapped Allen across the face, leaving a trail of blood to welt up as well. "I will be the one to make you bleed, moyashi," he whispered in Allen's ear as he dug his nails into the boy's exposed thighs.
Allen cried out, his tied hand pulling at the sleeves, his free hand bunching the sheets together tightly. He didn't want this! "Kanda, please! Don't!" he cried, his tears wetting the pillows underneath him. Kanda was going too far. How could no one hear him?
Kanda dragged one of his nails along the base of Allen's knee to the top of his inner thigh, leaving a thin red line along Allen's right leg. "Ahhhhh . . . Kanda!" he cried, gripping the sheets tighter; he wanted him to stop.
Kanda already had him fully exposed; did he really think that he would quit now? Some kind of animal passion was driving Kanda now; its grip was fierce. "Cry out again, moyashi. I want to hear you scream," he whispered huskily, devilishly grinning to reveal his glistening tongue, sliding over Allen's torn skin, erasing the red. Kanda's tongue lingered on the uppermost part of the exorcist's thigh, where his leg connected to his pelvis, kisses lingering there.
"Kanda, don't!" He knew before Kanda did what was going to happen. The bandages on Kanda's chest were loosened, and they fell away as he gripped either side of Allen's hips, crushing him. Allen yanked against the remaining bond, while using his cursed arm to grab Kanda's wrist sharply, as if he could pull it away. Allen did not like how normal these movements seemed to become to him, and hated how Kanda could defile him this way.
Tears dried on his face, leaving his cheeks stiff. Kanda continued his sweet torture by licking slowly along Allen's length, causing him to quiver and fall back to the bed, his struggling arm pulling upward and his left tightening, leaving crescent-moon imprints on Kanda's wrist. "Kanda!" he moaned loudly, as Kanda repeated the process, teasing Allen before he pulled abruptly away.
"No, young Allen, you will not be satisfied tonight. Tonight all you will feel is pain," he said, giving perhaps a verbal warning to what would happen next.
There was no physical warning or hesitation - except for the swift removal of clothing - on neither Kanda nor Allen's part as Kanda thrust deeply, roughly, painfully into Allen without preparation. Allen's knees trembled against Kanda's waist in hurt as his loud, throat-rawing scream was muffled by Kanda's rough tongue choking him, no tenderness now.
Every cell in him screamed pain in an instant, soon dulling into a deep ache. He had no choice but to rock limply in time with Kanda, trying to soften each thrust, but failing. Allen's fabric-bound hand dug into Kanda's shoulder, while his free arm drew blood from the swordsman's wrist, causing him to groan low and speed his movements, making the boy grip tighter. Tears lined Allen's face afresh, and his screaming throat now closing in horrifying, tempting moans.
Finishing without warning, Kanda pulled from Allen hastily, Allen groaning from losing the motion and warmth he was just adapting to, yet partially glad it was over. Allen completely collapsed, no need to struggle now that it was over. Kanda wiped his bleeding wrist clean on the bed, pulling on some clothes as he walked across the room and untwisted Allen from his shirt. Allen just whimpered, still crying silently.
"Stop your tears, bean sprout; it won't gain you any favor with me," Kanda gruffly stated, his strange, lustful voice replaced by his cold and emotionless one. Allen was soon freed, but he didn't move, not wanting to sit up. Kanda threw his clothes at him. "Hurry up. Get out of here, or do I have to carry you?"
Allen couldn't believe how Kanda was acting now, like nothing had happened just two minutes ago! What he'd just taken from him! Tears ran down his neck as he sat up and fumbled, trying to dress shakily. Red was lashed in lines on Kanda's sheets from multiple sources of bleeding, one Allen could still feel vividly, that made him hesitant to dress, but having no choice.
Kanda looked to the sheets in disgust - as if it were more an inconvenience than a reminder of the night's events - then went to covering the red crescent on his shoulder with his long bandages.
It took a few attempts, but finally Allen managed to stand, not bothering to say a word to Kanda as he exited, wiping his face and wobbling to his own room, thankfully not bumping into Lavi or anyone else on the way.
As he painfully collapsed onto his own bed, he thought about what Kanda had said before he left, probably as some sort of sick joke: "Think of your pain as your punishment, young Allen." However, Allen had a feeling that it didn't matter how well he behaved, that there was a risk with being alone with Kanda again.
What he said hurt Allen, made him feel like over and over again that no one cared, no one thought whatever happened to him to ever be important. Despite his anger and sadness, something dark was sprouting in the corner of Allen's mind, something scary and pleasurable that might engulf him if he searched into it. Something he wanted terribly to explore, as he fell into a deep slumber.