Warning: Yaoi, boyxboy, masturbation, and a lemon for chapter two. XO If you don't like it then don't read it please.

Author's Note: I don't know much about -Man (I've only seen like 13 or 14 episodes so far) but I really like it and I'm already a KandaxAllen yaoi otaku. :3

I noticed that there weren't many serious KandaxAllen fanfics out there, so the idea to contribute kept nagging at me for the past couple days. Just yesterday, I suddenly got inspiration to write this at 1:30 am while I was in bed, and ended up writing about 6 pages in my composition notebook in this sort of writing frenzy. I'm not exactly sure what inspired it, but here it is!

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1. Kindness and Tears

Allen Walker sat in his room, thinking about what he'd seen. He stared at the crescent-shaped moon outside his window as questions buzzed through his head rapidly. What exactly was going on? And does Kanda know that I saw? He tensed up at the thought. If Kanda knew that he'd saw then he was as good as dead. Adrenaline coursed through his body, making every nerve perk up in what seemed like fear. The samurai wouldn't hesitate to use Mugen to its full extent regardless of anyone else in the Black Order being present if he found out what the silver-haired exorcist had witnessed.

"God…" he whispered softly. He knew he should be terrified of the possibility of future consequences that could make themselves apparent after what had happened, but he wasn't; on the contrary, he felt powerful pangs of excitement make their way from his fingertips to the ends of his toes. He almost wanted Kanda to know that he'd been able to see something he shouldn't have (not that he'd done it on purpose in the first place). The very thought was thrilling and was succeeding in making him incredibly hot.

"Ugh," he said to himself in disgust. He was a guy, and obviously so was Kanda. What was wrong with him? He didn't have a thing for guys…right? He was sure that he liked girls; I mean, he'd had his share of short fantasies involving the stunningly beautiful Lenalee (seriously, who hadn't?). Regardless, that still didn't explain why he was getting harder by the second at the thought of Kanda bursting into the room, nostrils flaring in anger as he unsheathed Mugen in a rather threatening fashion.

The pale fingers of his right hand made their way to his naval before plunging into his bellybutton in a somewhat playful manner; those same long fingers moved lower to toy with his waistband as he recalled exactly what had happened, and what he'd seen.

*(Flashback)*

"…and fried rice, and potatoes and brisket, and ikura with unagi rolls!" Allen told the cook that went by the name of Jerry.

"Well well, the cutie's as hungry as usual, I see," Jerry said with a hearty laugh. He'd always been surprised at how large the boy's appetite was, and even more surprised at how it didn't seem to affect his slender and fit physique; it was just crazy to think that all that food didn't even amount to an extra pound on the young boy.

Eventually, Allen got all his food and made his way over to a fairly empty table. As he ate in silence, he hardly noticed the Queen of Hearts coming towards him with her own food.

"Hey Allen!" she said with a pretty smile.

"Hey Lenalee," Allen said back happily; he enjoyed company while he ate every now and then. However, he was a little nervous seeing as it was Lenalee, the proclaimed Queen of Hearts. She knew everything there was to know about everyone's love-life and about any crushed or even undying love's that existed around her; thus, the community within the Black Order had nicknamed her the Queen of Hearts. She didn't exactly have a bad reputation per say when it came to that, and if one was trying to find some sort of negative factor about it, all that could be uncovered would be that she was nosy. For Lenalee didn't want to know for petty purposes such as gossip, she was merely curious and liked to see people happy. She would take it into her own hands to do research that would determine whether she could successfully get people together to help out. Everyone, though a bit weary of her, knew that they could tell and trust her not to tell anyone else their secrets. Even if she did tell someone, it would only be an individual whom she could trust completely to not spread such information.

"So Allen…anything interesting?" she hinted.

"Not really…why do you ask?" he said playing a bit dumb. He'd prefer Lenalee to not know something that private about him.

"Oh, well is there anyone that catches your eye here?"

Lenalee was not one to beat around the bush it seemed.

"Not exactly," he said shyly. When he'd first arrived, Lenalee had been the only one that had 'caught his eye'. He found her gorgeous (he wasn't the only one) but he'd never been particularly interested in her.

His gleaming gray eyes scanned the cafeteria for some sort of escape from talking with Lenalee about such matters. Huh, Kanda's not here. Lunch will be over soon too…wait, that's it! Allen thought.

"Excuse me, Lenalee," he said getting up; he cleaned his area and then started towards the cook.

"But where are you…?" she trailed off. Allen didn't answer. He'd already walked a good distance away so he could say he hadn't heard her and have it be believable if anything.

He walked back over to Jerry and muttered another order. The older man smiled and nodded before disappearing to fulfill his order. In about 4 minutes he reappeared with his order. There were soba noodles, a cup of tea, and a lot of dango. Allen picked up the tray after thanking the friendly cook and left the cafeteria 'unnoticed'. Lenalee eyed him suspiciously as he walked out. Isn't that what Kanda usually gets, except minus all the dango? she thought.

Allen walked down the now familiar halls and looked for a specific room. Ah, there it was. He was about to put down the food and knock swiftly before breaking out into a run, when he saw Kanda through the key hole. Kanda's long dark blue hair was not in its usual ponytail, but was loose and flowing around him elegantly. Allen knew that he had long hair, but he'd never quite known how long it actually was (it was almost past his thighs). And even with its length, Kanda took such good care of it; it was practically shining with health.

The samurai didn't have a shirt on, but rather the cloth that he'd always had around his torso (for reasons unknown to Allen) and a pair of dark pants. As he turned and Allen was able to see his face, he saw something that almost made him drop the tray of food.

Tears.

Kanda's crying! Why? I didn't even think he was capable of such emotion! He thought, on the verge of panicking. Kanda was always tough and brooding, and even downright mean at times. Why would he be crying? He looked back into the key hole. There it was. More tears that were silently falling from those rather empty eyes. He looked detached in such a state, and it frightened Allen. No, not frightened, it seemed to disturb him.

Kanda looked as fragile as glass as tear after tear streaked down his beautiful face. I did not just refer to Kanda as beautiful! Allen thought, reprimanding himself. But he looks so serene …yet so pained. This wasn't the usual Kanda he knew. Where was that rock-hard exterior that he usually directed towards everyone? Where was that nasty sneer of a smile or that otherwise stoic, I-don't-care expression? Absolutely none of that was present at the moment.

That's because this moment is supposed to be private, yet here I am, watching it! Ah! Not good…! Allen thought, but he still couldn't stop himself from watching in sheer fascination as the tears seemed to flow endlessly while Kanda leaned against the wall, resting his head and letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment, his lip quivering as if threatening another wave of emotion to be let through his usual tough guise.

"K-Kanda…" Allen whispered in concern. Those eyes flew open, and looked towards the door curiously. Kanda bit his lip before straightening himself out and tying his hair up with a ribbon that had been clutched in his hand. He started to move slowly closer to the mahogany door, his usual outward appearance coming back into place with a grimace and tightly knit eyebrows as his pace quickened.

Allen panicked, knocked once on the door, and ran as fast as he could, turning the corner before Kanda could see who had been there.

Kanda looked down in surprise at the food that was before him. It was what he usually had every day. But there was dango…about 5 orders of it.

"Che, moyashi…" he muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes.

Did the bean-sprout want me to know he left it? I mean, who else would leave 5 orders of none other than his favorite, dango. That's more than a hint; he might as well have left a note with his signature. If that was the case, then why had he run like hell when I came to answer the door? he thought to himself. Kanda stopped and felt his entire being go rigid as something that should've been quite immediately obvious occurred to him.

What the fuck did that damn moyashi see? He yelled inwardly, before bringing in the tray of food and placing it on the small table he had in his room so he could slam the door and let his fist bang against the wall firmly in anger. He sighed and his hand went to his hair, twisting and curling the locks around his fingers in frustration. He couldn't exactly be sure of what Allen had seen, if anything… Maybe he just got embarrassed and ran in all his nervous-ness; it's understandable seeing that he and I are practically rivals and he's suddenly showing actual concern for my well-being for reasons unknown.

'Or he saw you broken-down and crying by yourself! How pathetic! Absolutely pitiful!' a voice within him screamed.

*(End of Flashback)*

"Dammit…!" Allen gasped to himself as his hand finally slipped into his pants. He touched his hardening arousal teasingly, his hand moving from the base to the tip as he thought of that expression Kanda had been sporting when he thought no one else could see.

"God!" he gasped again. He didn't know what was coming over him. Since when had he found Kanda even the slightest bit attractive? It was that face… he thought. Oh, how it turned him completely on. Disgusting! he scolded internally. He was actually touching himself (for the first time, believe it or not) with thoughts of Kanda.

Annoying, selfish, mean Kanda! he told himself, willing himself in a feeble attempt to believe that that was true, and that the expression of pain and sadness he'd seen on Kanda's face hadn't be genuine. Oh course it was genuine! It's not like he knew anyone was watching stupid! he thought, contradicting himself.

It wasn't just thoughts of Kanda that wracked his brain as he continued to touch himself; it was thoughts of a rather helpless and vulnerable Kanda, one that didn't seem so distant and out-of-reach at the moment.

He gripped himself harder and his cursed arm clutched the bed-sheets. He slowly started up a pace, stroking his arousal firmly as he imagined Kanda touching him in such ways. His head turned to the side, silver tresses falling over his eyes silently.

"Ahh…" he uttered under the cover of night.

"Stupid moyashi!" he seethed. He was almost sure that Allen had seen him broken down into pieces; he hadn't seen or heard from the pipsqueak since lunch. Allen was avoiding him out of fear. That had to be it. Che. So he does value his life to an extent… Kanda thought angrily.

He couldn't do nothing about it and act as if none of it had happened and hope that Allen (for his own safety) would get the idea and keep his mouth shut. His pride would never let him live it down. He exhaled sharply before inhaling slowly, letting out a long stressed sigh. That's it. If he's avoiding me then I'll just have to find him myself, he said determinedly.

Kanda didn't exactly know what he planned on doing or what he would accomplish (if anything) by facing the 15 year old exorcist, but he couldn't stay in his room doing nothing; so he pushed all thoughts away as he headed out to find Allen Walker.

"Ughh… ahh, K-Kanda," he muttered under his breath as his strokes became pumps. "Y-Yess…"

As Kanda approached Allen's room, he was about to grip the door knob before hearing some rather strange and faint noises that seemed to be coming from inside.

"Ah, m-more Kanda!" he heard Allen breathe from behind the door, pleasured moans and pants following close behind.

Oh. God. Kanda thought in utter shock. Please tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing.

'Oh yes he is! And he's thinking about you! You heard him moan your name with that sexy voice of his!' the voice within his thoughts chided.

Kanda's eyes widened as he took in the situation and he moved forward to put his ear against the door in fascination.

"Kanda!" Allen gasped as his thumb rubbed the head of his member, causing him to see stars from the intensity of such pleasure.

Kanda felt chills of satisfaction shake his body as he imagined how the petite boy was touching himself. As Kanda felt his new-found desire making itself present, his pants suddenly became much more snug.

He listened again, and as he heard more and more sounds of ecstasy coming from the boy within the confines of the room, he couldn't help but grip the door knob and barge inside (a rather unusual and absurd move for him) in excitement.

Author's Note: Was it alright? O.o Like I said before, I don't know much about -Man but I tried my best! Please, please, PLEASE, review!

P.S: Sorry for any grammatical errors I failed to notice and correct!

Sayonara :3

-Sashimi123-