NOTE: This is, I suppose, a follow-up to Schadenfreude Slip (if you didn't read it, you should). I was in a rut as to whether I should make a second chapter or just another story…obviously I went with the latter. However! I will be making a second chapter to this story.

Enjoy.

(Oh yes, and thank you for the feed back from my other fictions. 3)
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For a long sequence of chilly days, it rained. Viciously. Even from deep within headquarters the liquid bullets that fell from the sky could still be heard beating their way through whatever material they had used to patch leaks and feeding the small areas of mold that had been cultivating for a while now (though, no one knew of it, or more: Komui forgot to mention.) Still, everything ran as smoothly as usual: the complaints didn't stop, the work environment was still potentially deadly, and more importantly…Kanda Yuu was still a stubborn jackass.

Quietly the mature boy walked the halls. Fairly empty, only a couple extra noises in his ear. His steps were soft, almost inaudible, the balls of his bare feet taping the cool stone lightly. The same hard features donned upon his face: thin lips pinched together, eyes low and piercing, nose in the air. The same stern posture and uniform, and the same lovely blue-black hair; however, today, this Kanda seemed different. He felt different. It was the 6th night of rain, and the 9th evening since him and Rabi's last interaction.

They had avoided each other successfully for a while afterwards (about 2 days), but despite the immense size of their "home", it was quite easy to run into someone. It was more of a "small world" than a "headquarters" really. Their first run-in was anything but comforting. Rabi simply shrugged and grinned a particularly dirt grin with his lips, tongue and teeth while passing by a stunned and still Kanda. The second time they had met, words were exchanged:

"Hey." Rabi purred.

"…"

It was…awkward, to say the least. Especially since Rabi had said what he had while Kanda had been speaking with several finders on some trivial matter at the moment of interruption. Nevertheless; it was the principle of the thing. So disrespectful. Ravi was parading around like such a filthy, untrained cur.

Kanda had retired to his room, shrugging off all other options to keep him busy other than a thick leather bound book. The exorcist sat on his bed, only half of his uniform on: no shoes, a white button-up shirt and the oddly comfortable pant all sat neatly on his body. With his legs crossed one over the other, back propped up against a brick wall, which served as some sort of crude headboard; Kanda Yuu opened his book with a sigh and began to read…only to come into a sudden tense state.

He wasn't sure what he had just read, or if he had actually read anything at all for the real trouble wasn't the words, but the actual book itself. Kanda hadn't borrowed any books. Kanda didn't like books. Kanda didn't like Ravi. And whose name was it on the dedication page of this particular novel? Whose handwriting graced each page with its slipshod remarks and inferior penmanship?

A snarling lip passed a malicious, heavy breath and wrinkled the samurai's smooth skin. His eyes rolled and met once again with the shoddy notes. Ugly. Obtrusive. Disgusting.

Ravi

The name was written by its owner. Loops and smudges. The single word told a story. Though it was a lame and rather pointless one in Kanda's mind, he still entertained the thought. Ravi was probably taking notes from Bookman when he had this note. Writing quickly as to attain all the knowledge he could in the efficiently, keeping his ears pricked for key words and phrases. A hand griping the notebook firmly and at the same time gently, keeping it open to whatever page was needed; the other hand gliding across the paper…in soft simple movements. A smile entertaining his lips for what seems like no reason whatsoever, keeping…

Wait a tick…

The great Kanda Yuu snapped back into reality to find his own thin lips rolling with his tongue, saliva coating his bottom lip more than the top. What was this? Stop it. Teeth pulled the soft lower lip into his mouth as a thumb passed over the moist area slowly. Oh so slowly. In fact, too slowly. Somehow that gentle digit slid right to the center of Kanda's mouth. It pushed and pulsated against his tongue's own throb. He could feel a flush bepaint his cheeks and this realization made him shutter a long warm breath, the pink wet muscle folding with his thumb in the sudden heat.

Ravi's touch had felt like this. No, he felt better. His tongue was skilled. His tongue fought and writhed and flicked. This thumb. This finger was quite a pathetic re-creation of the silken memory of that red god's pink demon.

"S-shit…" Kanda breathed shakily, biting down hard on the innocent finger with a wet moan. He gasped an intake of air, removing the thumb to cover his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, his face twisting into some odd expression of pain, pleasure, and most of all: fear. Why was this happening? It was his voice giving off this erotic noise produced from simple non-erotic thoughts. His own voice was so very soothing, so very arousing…

Another moan, this one softer, suppressed; however, this time his whole body was sent in a fit of shivers. Kanda's knees buckled and pulled up towards his chin, both hands now over his sinful mouth. He bent his head downwards clamping his mouth and eyes shut. The veins in his abdomen seemed to pulse violently, charging up his body in ridiculous warmth.

Stop…stop…stop…

The phrase repeated in his mind. Just like that last time, with him.

Shit! Stop it! Don't think! Don't think about him…don't think about anything!

Of course, even if Kanda acted as if he did not want to be aroused by just a name alone… other areas of his body had not a trouble giving into these strong urging thoughts; Particularly that budding erection that sat between his anxious legs. It felt heavy. His whole lower body felt heavy and it throbbed with this sensation.

He was panting as the samurai undid his eyes, hands and lips, a thread of saliva following after his fingers. The shirt he wore seemed to stick hotly to him, like Ravi's shirt that very warm day ago…

Oh God stop…damnit stop!

These thoughts were pointless! They were chaotic and brash and stupid and childish! Kanda didn't need these thoughts, he didn't need anyone and he was just fine on his own! Where the hell did Ravi get off plaguing his mind his memories? That impertinent, stubborn, fuck.

The anger pumped throughout Yuu's body quietly, steaming hot breaths from his mouth quickly, and continued to rush towards the hardening manhood that bent awkwardly under the fabric of the exorcist's pants. How good it felt to have Ravi's hand against his erection those nine days ago! Those soft teasing hands…the hands of a monster…

No…he thought weakly. "Nhe—" he winced as the erect member slid uncomfortably against him when he moved to pick up the book that had been tossed aside with Kanda's sudden emotion. Standing wasn't currently an option, and therefore neither was training. Normally he'd take his Mugen and go counter this arousal with some exorcise. But for some reason, he was feeling particularly weak physically and mentally this evening and therefore, his erection seemed to throb more than usual.

The book was firm in his grasp as Kanda flipped it open and brought it to cover his nose and mouth. He inhaled the scent of paper, and exhaled a dry moan. Hot breaths flowed right up to his eyes which moistened and lowered. This feeling…was overwhelming. This feeling had succeeded in taking over Kanda's mind and body, in fact his very soul, and they all thought and begged and cried for one thing: Ravi's touch. However, since that sex god wasn't present, Kanda would have to pleasure himself.

No.

No he could stand it…it's been this bad before and he made through it. Actually, his urges had only been this strong once before. About nine nights ago…with Ravi.

"Damnit!" he said coarsely into the book through gritted teeth. His tongue flicked against his teeth as a free hand quickly cupped his erection gently. Kanda groaned as his legs fell and spread. The least he could do was let the thing out...it was so persistent. Fingers took much care in undoing Yuu's pants and allowing the incredibly firm member that stood constricted within them to breathe.

He had to look…

It sat so politely on Kanda's lower body, a small patch of black hair shining blue in the light of the room. It rose and fell with his chest and the very image of the erect body part made Kanda's hands writhe. The hand next to the standing glory grazed a finger against that which it had unsheathed forcing a heavy moan to erupt from Kanda's throat and his eyes to flutter. His tongue found its way onto a page of the book before his mouth. The dry, bland flavor he crammed against the pink muscle was nothing compared to what Ravi tasted like. The name was there on the page. He could see it through his foggy eyes. Kanda's lips closed and applied a moist kiss to the inked name. His eyes closed and another kiss occurred, both hands beginning their tight grasping rein on something. He moaned and pulled his back to the side as his lower hand suddenly closed a cold hand around the base of his cock. The actual member was throbbing, just as it had seemed. A curious thumb fell upward roughly along the shaft. Kanda's neck jolted into the novel before him as the hand which held it fell to his collar in a sudden excitement. Ravi's wet name on the page rubbed against Yuu's skin. It was at this time a subliminal thought raced to the hand that held the note and pulled the pages over the small area to the spot that Ravi had left on Kanda's translucent skin.

How horribly terrified Kanda felt. He could barely open his eyes without his lip quivering. Why? Why was this so difficult? Why was he in this situation? It was all that damn Ravi's fault….and that ridiculous smirk that seemed plastered to his lips whenever he'd look at Yuu-Chan. Those friendly eyes that burned with dark desires. Those hands that could be so fearfully gentle one moment and then so incredibly firm.

"Ah…wa…mmf!" whatever phrase Kanda tried to emit was scrambled and out came the loudest and most smothered moan Yuu had ever heard from anyone, let alone himself. Somewhere in the middle of his thoughts, Kanda's had around his cock had begun to pump up and down in quite a fast and painful looking manner. His spine jerked and his toes twitched, the book fell against his breastbone and from there slid down to the bed, fingers curling and poking holes in the dampened pages. He heaved a breath from the pit of his burning and tight stomach and turned his head to the side. The exorcist was sweating. His bangs and hair stuck to him like the white shirt he wore, which was becoming quite more of a clear-ish color quickly. Again his thumb reached the top of his shaft and pulled down with a shudder.

Ravi…

His thighs convulsed next to the rhythm and his back pulsed violently. A dry gasp escaped from his mouth. Long fingers passed over the hairs of his crotch and changed their speed. Pounding. Kanda's abdomen was pounding. The muscles in his lower body contracted into a burning sensation and he twisted on his bed as he coughed for the excessive salivation. Neck squirming backwards into the brink wall behind him, the member beneath Kanda's hand throbbed and pulsed out an impressively thick line of cum. He bit his lip and scraped a hand over his abs. A moan. More cum slid over his thighs and bed wetting and tangling the patch of hair that sat so near his arousal.

Kanda's vein's thumped and his cock tilted gently. He shook and released his lip folding his legs inwards slightly. Both hands met briefly and brought Ravi's book to sit on Kanda's stomach failing to avoid the translucent goo that so shamelessly covered the samurai. He panted and looked over to what he had done warm tears watering his eyes. He still burned…and the image of his wet body really didn't help.

Click.

What? Wait! What was that? Why was the door knob turning? Kanda's hand wearily shook towards his Mugen which sat against a wall nearby but not quickly enough. The door opened with a soft creak and closed the same way. That piece of wood…that damned piece of wood had been the only thing that was keeping Kanda's privacy, and now it so easily allowed someone to enter. Someone…

Black boots shuffled as weight shifted to one leg. Lips curled quite a smirk onto them, soft yet firm hands resting on their hips, an eyepatch, a long sleeved black shirt, pants and clunky black boots. Yes, this intruder was not an intruder at all. In fact, Kanda wouldn't allow himself to say it (barely even to think it), but at this time, anyone would have been somewhat welcomed; however, he was so very glad it just happened to be this person.

"Daaamn, Yuu-Chan…" a voice that was a bit too low to belong to; however, still did, come from a very amused Ravi. He chuckled lightly taking in the image before him. Yuu-Chan. Open and horrified. Wet with…well, several bodily fluids. Attractive…to say the least…arousing.

Ravi stepped forward towards the panting Kanda who seemed to glisten devilishly, tauntingly. Yuu was inviting him with that lithe damp body. It was blatant!

"I told you that body of yours was shameless." he said, hands in the pockets of his tight pants standing before the limp pulsating body of his fellow exorcist. Ravi couldn't help but grin a laugh as he leaned into Kanda's lips sucking at the dramatically moist orifice.

Delicious.