Summary: Slap. Slam. Scream. Oh God!
Rating: Guess what, guess what, guess what?? It's M!
Pairing: Yes, you guessed correctly! It's CrossAllen!! xP
Disclaimer: Jag äga D.Gray-man inte. (I hope that's right. o.O Swedish really isn't my strong point. Anyways, translation: I don't own D.Gray-man.)
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, blood. No spoilers this time :D
A/N: I can tell you now and be done with it. This has absolutely NOTHING to do with fics that have candy-sex or anything like it.
There are two or three things (imo) that would make you identify them. Tell me if there are more! :D
Why I wrote this? Well, you know, I was watching some yaoi amv's of 'Naruto' with the song 'Everytime we touch' on youtube and got this idea and then started writing it and ended this about half an hour later. Yes, I'm quick even in my own opinion. Yes, I know it's SHORT!! There was a time I promised I would never post anything that wasn't at least six pages long on Word and at the moment I have two fics(I've posted 13 or 14 fics) that reach that requirement. -le sigh- By the way, I lost the way I was writing about half way through this and then noticed that a bit later and then I tried to change my writing to that of the beginning. I hope that doesn't bother you much? But without any further rambling(these notes are almost as long as the whole fic -facepalm-), enjoy loves!!
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Midnight candy madness
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A slap across the face.
He was slammed against the wall. The small gasp that escaped could've been mistaken for a moan. His nails dug into unmarred skin almost drawing blood.
Lips smashed together. No softness, no caress, only teeth and bites and battling and blood. Yes, that was there too.
No pleasure, only pain. But oh god if that wasn't the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt. Just around the corner the pleasurable pain that always hid but never quite showed itself.
No preparation, blood for slickening. Tearing skin and pain, yes, oh god, yes, the pain. Red, so much, red, everywhere red. He loved that vibrant colour.
Loved the pain and the pleasure, the agony, the lust. Always there was a fight. Always he lost, but he did so knowing that the agony would come. He knew.
Everytime there was a grunt. Everytime he heard a hoarse cry come out of his mouth. Everytime he reached nirvana. He knew. Only this man. Only the one that found him.
And he told him that. He always did. No matter how hoarse his voice came. No matter how many times he said it, it was never enough.
Never ever enough. It could never be enough. The man was like a drug. His domination something extremely hot and unreliable. Something that filled him with a feeling of dread.
Hand cuffs and slips of silk. Feathers and leather whips. Being slammed against the wall. Being ripped apart almost daily.
He still started it. Slapped the man and knew what was to come. Knew what he needed. Knew where to touch and what to do. Knew what his black fingernails felt like inside of himself.
There wasn't anything he could do about it. Screams, howls, groans, moans, pleading, begging. Anything to get that pain-filled pleasure feeling agony.
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A/N: You want to hug me to death for returning with a CrossAllen? -looks at crowd hopefully- Or you want to kill me for making him very masochistic? -starts feeling dread- I'll just run now! Sayonara, minnasama!!