Warning: This is a yaoi fanfic featuring a Lavi/Kanda pairing. There will be violence, gore, sexual situations, and graphic details throughout the story. Please be aware that you do not have to read this if you do not want to. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of D. Gray-man. However, if I could, all I want is Lavi…and Tyki…yeah.

AN: Kanda and Lavi might be a bit OOC at first but there is a reason for that. Kanda just woke up after centuries of slumber and isn't really himself yet. Lavi's character has to go along with it for just this chapter but things will get back into character in the next few chapters. Also, this hasn't been edited by my beta yet so please bare with it. Hope you enjoy.

Blood Ties:

Awakening Thirst

Sapphire eyes pierced through the dark veil surrounding the cold room as he rose from his slumber. A slight tinge of red outlined his pupils as a familiar thirst ran through his body. He sniffed the air; a malicious smile pulled his lips upward as he recognized the smell in the air: fresh blood. Rising from his bed, his long, silky raven hair cascaded around him. Although it had been years since he had been among the so-called 'living', his body still retained its toned physique.

As he sat at the edge of his bed, he glanced down and noticed that his clothes from centuries ago still clung to his body though they were worn and ragged from aging. He scoffed at the image.

The scuffling feet approaching his room reached his ears long before the slight tap at the door. A maid walked inside cautiously.

"Master," she bowed low.

"What is it," his raspy deep voice almost purred.

"The elders felt you stir and instructed me to bring you new clothes, sir," she said without hesitation.

He motioned her closer with his slender finger, the black nails on his hands longer than he remembered but still just as deadly. Seeing them again brought back the memories of how he used those poisonous claw-like weapons to slit throats and kill his enemies when he needed to. His smirk widened and the maid froze just as she was rising from placing his shoes on the ground near the bed.

"I do not crave your blood; leave me," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," she said as she bowed low before leaving.

He gazed at the clothes now sitting on his bed. He had been asleep for so long that he was unfamiliar with what was lying in front of him: a pair of tight black pants that reminded him of leather when he slid them over his well trained legs and ass; a crimson, long sleeved dress shirt clung to and enhanced his muscular figure that he left unbuttoned halfway; and a long black coat with three silver buttons on the front that closed just above his waist, the bottom of the coat flowing out at the end to give him a rather regal look while the stiff collar shrouded his neck. A dark blue ribbon was folded next to the clothes on the bed and he used it to pull his hair back into a low ponytail. A pair of black boots sat at the foot of his bed as well and he pulled them onto his feet. As he looked over his newly acquired attire, the same smell he woke to filled his lungs once again and his eyes quickly changed to a fiery crimson. He licked his fangs and headed for the balcony. Mid stride, he stopped and turned to the foot of his bed. Walking over, he pulled a white sheet off of a glass box. There, within the glass, sat a long black sheath. He opened the box and ceremoniously pulled the sword from its resting place. A surge of power flowed through his body as he was reunited with his weapon once more.

It's been too long, my precious Mugen.

Adjusting the sword's belt around his waist, he let the jacket fall over the blade to conceal it from peering eyes. He then returned to the balcony and pushed the large glass doors open. The night air was crisp and he inhaled the cool summer breeze, letting the smell of blood swirl in his mind, filling him with bloodlust. Someone was feasting without permission and the desire to have that blood fill him drove him over the edge. He mentally noted that he would have to talk to his Steward and find out later why blood was being spilled in his territory so freely after he specifically set out rules about when and where they could feast while he slept. He bared his teeth, the moonlight reflecting off of the pure white of his fangs.

Standing on the balcony, he looked out over the large city that had been built up around his mansion while he had been sleeping.

Have 500 years really passed? He thought to himself as his bloodthirsty eyes roamed over the buildings.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned for where the smell of blood was coming from. It was fresh and the victim still lived but there was a taint to the smell. Whatever dealt the fatal blow didn't finish the work, which meant a new creature of the night would be born out of control if either the kill weren't finished soon, or the blood of the creature responsible wasn't shared. With a feral growl, he leapt into the air, his body pulsating for a feast.

His crimson eyes surveyed the scene: a blood trail started just inside the alley's entrance. He knelt down and touched it with his fingertips, bringing the still warm liquid to his lips before lapping it off with his tongue. The taste filled his body with hunger and his sharp eyes narrowed in on the alley as he realized the taint he smelled earlier was indeed in that blood. He stood and walked into the darkness. Following the scent, he came to a dead end just in time to see the outlines of three figures: two standing over a lump of something else lying on the ground. His eyes roamed over the twitching flesh on the ground before focusing in on the other two. They hadn't sensed his presence yet mainly because he was hiding it. Why should he, of all the damned, allow lowly creatures like those two sense him? The two figures watched on, blood dripping from the claws. His eyes narrowed. He hadn't seen creatures like this in a long time, at least not together. Last he knew this species was almost extinct. But time changes everything.

These low level demons were descendents of the crow. When they killed, their human fingers transformed into razor sharp claws, their faces twisted into an ungodly blend of human, crow and eagle so that when one looked upon them, their ears were like wings and their hair spiked like feathers. If they transformed fully, black wings sprouted from their backs and their human bodies grew to the size of a horse covered in feathers of black and gold. Their eyes had the keen eyesight of a hawk and were gold in color. Hard beasts to kill because of their ability to fly but there was no creature on land or in the air that he couldn't take down.

The figure on the ground stopped twitching and began to rise from its deathbed. Its human figure so mauled that all that kept it human was the fleshy skin color. The woman's hair had been pulled out in places, several gashes were on her arms and legs, a huge wound was open on her side revealing her spilled intestines and her lips had been ripped off so that all one could see were the teeth and bone within her mouth. He snarled at the sight. Every sect knew better, at least they should have. The two creatures laughed as they watched their prey transform into something inhuman but not yet a demon. Whenever a kill wasn't completed, the victim could not die nor could they live; it was like a living purgatory, stuck in the middle of life and death and cursed to roam the land and kill anything that stood in its way.

"We did it! We did it!" one of the crows exclaimed. "The Master will be so pleas—" his words were cut short as a sharp blade pierced through its torso.

The second crow looked on horrified as his comrade's body was quickly sliced in two. He saw a figure emerge from the shadows, blood dripping from the black blade he held in his hand. The figure held the blade up, poised to strike again.

"Who is your master?" a chilling voice asked, red eyes threatening death if the crow didn't reply.

The crow swallowed hard. "N-no master. We just wanted to play and-AAAAHHH!" he screamed as the blade cut through his right arm, bringing him to his knees.

"I don't repeat myself," the voice warned.

"Please! I beg you! Our orders were to just turn them."

"Who gave you those orders?"

"A messenger. It's always been a messenger; no one knows who the master is or what he looks like. We just follow orders! Please believe me!"

The tip of the black blade pushed gently on the crow's chin, pushing it up so that he would look up.

"I believe you," the chilling voice said before he plunged the sword through the crow's throat. "But you violated the laws and cannot be allowed to live." Withdrawing his blade from the corpse, he turned to face the newly awakened creature. "Pitiful," he mouthed right before his sword tore through the damned figure. It screamed in agony and seized in pain as it slowly began to burn into the ground, creating a pile of ashes where it once stood.

He cleaned his sword before sheathing it. He turned from the ashen mess of the creature and jumped up onto the rooftops. The tainted smell was gone and now he breathed deeply enough to enjoy that tantalizing scent that had woken him from his slumber.

"Where are you," he questioned out loud of his prey.

"You seriously don't know the rumors?" the bartender asked the lively red head.

"I just moved to town a few days ago," he replied, chugging what was left of his beer.

The bartender leaned forward, whispering to the young man. "Listen, strange things happen late at night in this town. If you end up on the wrong road or go down any of the alleys, you are as good as dead. People say demons have slowly been surfacing again and are feasting on those that get lost."

Lavi gave him a blank stare. "Demons? Really? You believe in things like that?"

The bartender nodded. "This town has a dark past, mister. You'd be wise to not shrug the rumors off." The semi-bald bartender was beckoned to the other end of the bar and wandered off.

Lavi turned around in his stool and leaned back on the bar. He ran his hand through his red locks and sighed as his fingers gently brushed over his right eye. The rough fabric that covered his wound visible to anyone that looked at him. It was a reminder of what he'd lost and to whom he lost it. He had been hunting them for almost ten years with his grandfather and his search had led him to this city. Though his grandfather was no longer with him, he continued the pursuit for his family's murderers. He knew they were demons or some kind of damned creature but every time he came close to finding them, they would vanish and his search began again. He recorded all the information he possibly could in every city he traveled through, making sure to send details back to his home village where they logged the history for future generations.

"Did you hear about Marge?" a lady in the corner questioned her friend. Lavi's ears perked up to their conversation.

"I did! She's been missing for three days now. Shane's son was watching the store for his father and said he saw her go off on her own one-day and disappear into that alley. He was too scared to go after her but who could blame a small child like him?" the other woman replied.

Lavi noted the disappearance and glanced around the room. People were drinking, eating, talking; everyone was having a wonderful, happy time. He watched their smiles beam from their faces as they talked about this and that and could sense the heartfelt joy in each of them. He had forgotten what that felt like; had forgotten all emotion when his family was taken from him. He neither loved nor hated, feared nor longed for anything in this world. The only thing he sought was the Clan that destroyed his family.

He turned back around and left money on the bar for his drinks and quickly stood, stretching his body before walking toward the exit. As he walked, a very drunk woman slipped on her skirt and fell into a waiter carrying a large tray of food for one of the tables. The waiter was barreling straight toward him and he dodged out of the way to miss him but lost his footing and started falling straight for the wooden door at the entrance. Just as he was about to land face first into the oak door, he closed his one functioning green eye and braced himself. People gasped at the spectacle and several semi-sober patrons rushed to try and help the falling people. The woman was saved and the waiter didn't drop that many dishes but no one could reach Lavi in time. He waited for the inevitable broken nose he would receive from the blow.

Just as he was about to hit the wood, the door swung open and two strong arms caught the red head before he could land on his face. The room froze and everyone held their breath as a chilling air filled the bar.

Lavi opened his eye and realized he was hanging on to something plush. He felt the soft fabric between his fingers and he looked up to see a rather menacing man holding him.

"Eh, uh, excuse me," he said quickly as he gathered his wits and stood back on his own two feet. "My apologies."

Two sapphire eyes peered up at the slightly taller red head. The dark glare left Lavi feeling as if his soul was being probed. He smiled a boyish smile to get out of the awkward situation and put a hand behind his head in a rather immature gesture.

"Really am sorry about that. You see, the young lady tripped and the waiter was falling and I side stepped and lost my balance but if you hadn't opened the door I'd have one really bloody nose right about now," he rambled.

"Che," the cold figure muttered, still eying the red head. "What's your name?" he questioned.

Lavi stopped laughing and looked at the man suspiciously. "Um," he hesitated. He never gave out his real name for fear of the Clan finding him or another demon group hunting him for bounty but something about the way those sapphire eyes looked at him made him want to answer truthfully. "Lavi. My name's Lavi," he paused as the words sank in. "And you are?"

The sapphire eyes narrowed, wary of the situation. Anyone that knew of his lineage would know his name and he wasn't sure if he was ready for the world to know of his wakening. However, after the previous encounter with the crows, he figured the word was already out.

"Kanda," he announced.

Lavi noted how he heard several gasps in the room and the shuffling of feet behind him. Before he could say anything else, the bartender from earlier was scuttling up beside him, very hesitant to approach.

"K-Kanda-sama," he addressed the sapphire eyed man. "How may we be of service?"

For the first time since he came in, Kanda's gaze moved from the red head. "I'm looking for something," he remarked before turning his gaze back toward Lavi.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?" the bartender asked with fear in his voice.

Lavi wasn't sure why everyone was acting so strange around this Kanda guy but he figured by the title and the way he was being addressed, he was a pretty important person. He kept his eye locked on Kanda's and listened to the conversation.

"No. I've found what I'm looking for," Kanda said with a feral grin. His fangs had retracted but their sharp edges peered out just enough and the bartended quickly retreated. "Come with me," he said, grabbing Lavi's unsuspecting arm and pulling him out of the tavern with ungodly strength.

"He-hey! Let go of me! Who do you think you are!" the red head demanded of his captor.

Kanda spun around and pushed Lavi into the wall of the tavern. "Do NOT push me right now. Come along quietly or you'll be dead before you can attempt the thought of crying out for help," Kanda growled as his nails dug into Lavi's neck just enough to leave a warning.

Lavi glared at him but nodded in acceptance of the threat. He couldn't die yet and he got the sense that this man could follow through with his threat if he didn't comply at the moment.

Kanda kept a grip on Lavi's wrist and dragged him through the streets until they reached a large road. As they walked to the intersection, a car pulled up and stopped in front of them.

"Get in," Kanda demanded and Lavi did as he as told. Kanda closed the door and addressed the driver. "Take us back to the manor as fast as you can."

Lavi sat very still in the car, his legs and arms crossed as he watched his captor. The man didn't dare move or speak and kept his eyes closed. After about ten minutes of silence, Lavi grew a bit impatient.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll see soon enough," Kanda replied.

"Uh-huh. And just why was I kidnapped?"

Kanda's eyes shot open, the moonlight reflecting off of his deep blue eyes creating an eerily beautiful glow. "You weren't kidnapped," he bit out with a soft snarl.

"Um, last time I checked taking someone somewhere against their will is considered kidnapping."

"You got in the car all on your own."

"True, but if I hadn't, I believe that sword there at your waist was going to find a new residence in my body and I do love my body so I decided it was wise to get in the car."

Kanda was a bit surprised that the red head had noticed his sword. Not many people knew he kept it on him whenever he was out of his mansion. "You still entered on your own accord."

Lavi sighed. "Whatever," he said as he turned toward his window. His eye widened as he looked up and noticed a large mansion on the hill overlooking the city. "Is that your mansion?" he asked turning to face Kanda.

Kanda nodded.

Lavi watched the road the rest of the way up to the manor and marked every single street and exit in his mind in case he needed a quick escape. He was anxious to know why this mysterious man had forced him to come with him but, given the fact that he gave off a rather odd feeling, Lavi was inclined to follow regardless of the threat. Something about this man intrigued him and he wasn't exactly sure why.

The car pulled up to the main gates. The towering iron bars opened with a loud creak and the car entered into the main drive. Upon reaching the main house, the driver stopped the car and two butlers opened the doors for both Lavi and Kanda. When Lavi stepped out of the car, he glanced up, a bit overwhelmed of the sheer size of the manor. He couldn't exactly pinpoint which era the architecture was from but it seemed to incorporate several different centuries worth of designs. He noted that it was four stories tall and several meters wide and he couldn't begin to guess how long it was and just how much land the estate covered. His attention was brought back to what was going on when he heard the car doors shut and the vehicle drive away. He looked forward and noticed Kanda walking toward the entrance of the house. The dark haired man stopped and glanced behind him slightly, making sure that Lavi caught his attention.

"Follow me," he said. Lavi noticed that his voice had changed slightly and was silkier and he almost purred the words out. His green eye became a bit hazy and he blinked to try and clear away the fog but he couldn't. That's when he noticed the sweet smell of a lotus flower. It was enticing and he kept hearing a deep, silky voice calling him but he couldn't make out the words. His feet moved and he entered into the mansion behind Kanda.

Servants passed by as he walked through the corridor behind the dark haired man but he couldn't make out what they were saying or doing. All he could hear was that voice calling him. Lavi saw paintings and other artwork throughout the halls and felt his body go up over several stairs but he couldn't focus on anything. He would try to turn away but everything would become hazy and he felt like he was falling until he focused back on the voice and the smell of the lotus.

Kanda led Lavi through the mansion, up the stairs and down the main corridor to his chambers. His head maid greeted him at the door and his head butler opened it. Both bowed low and didn't say a word. Once Kanda and Lavi were through the threshold, the butler closed the door and the maid sealed it. She raised her right hand and traced a symbol in the air in front of the door. Her eyes flickered red as she said a small incantation and the symbol glowed white before disappearing. The maid and the butler retreated back to their duties elsewhere in the manner.

Lavi stopped in the middle of the dark bedroom, unable to make out anything other than Kanda's figure and the silhouette of a bed. The faint glow of something in a glass jar caught his attention but he couldn't focus on it enough to make out what it was. The smell of the lotus flower was over-stimulating his senses and he was slowly drowning in its sweet scent.

Kanda took off his coat and placed it on the back of the chair at his desk. He glanced at Lavi and smirked, knowing his spell had taken hold. He unhooked Mugen's belt from his waist and propped the sword up next to the bed in case he needed it quickly. Slowly, he circled around Lavi, checking him over and over to make sure he was unable to break the spell. Satisfied, Kanda went to the bed and sat on the edge. He tugged the hair ribbon from his head and his hair cascaded around his body. He leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs as he looked into Lavi's eye.

The red head watched as the man he just met circled him and stopped just in front of him, a devilish smirk smiling up at him. He couldn't move and he wanted so desperately to reach out and grab hold of the man that had forced him to this manor but something was holding him back. He watched as Kanda moved to the bed; watched as he let his hair down; and watched with a hunger as the man laid back on the bed, tantalizing, seductive in every way possible. He looked almost feminine enough to be a woman but Lavi knew better from the hard chest he could see beneath that crimson shirt and from the small lump forming between the man's legs.

"Come here," the silky voice called out to Lavi. Without hesitating, Lavi moved toward the bed and towered over Kanda. The dark haired man rose up and hooked his arms around Lavi's neck, pulling him down on top of him. Lavi felt his own manhood press against Kanda's and he gasped as two sapphire eyes kept his focus. Lavi began to pant in anticipation. In all his time searching for the Clan, he had never once given in to the desires of flesh even though he had several opportunities. Doing so, his grandfather had said, would give the enemy an opening and you could end up dead. Sure, he had played around, but he never let anything go further than a kiss he was in control of. Right now, he was not in control and couldn't care less.

Heat surged through him as two thin lips pressed against his own. He opened slightly and let a warm tongue enter his mouth to explore. He moaned into the kiss and pressed his body down further on top of Kanda's. The sweet smell enveloped him further and he realized it was coming from the dark haired man. Lavi pulled away to breath and Kanda shifted beneath him, his hands slowly moving down to Lavi's belt buckle. The red head remained still and let him do what he wanted. In just two short seconds, the belt was undone and Kanda was working on undoing Lavi's pants. He tugged at the hem of the red head's green shirt and Lavi obliged him in taking it off. Lavi leaned in for another sweet kiss and his hands started unbuttoning Kanda's crimson shirt. His pale skin could still be seen in the darkened room and Lavi panted as his lips moved from Kanda's to consume a supple nipple. Kanda moaned slightly and continued to push Lavi's pants down. The red head helped him remove them while still nipping and sucking at Kanda's nipples. His tongue roamed over them both and he would gently suck them to get them erect.

Pleased with how well things were going, Kanda decided to change things up a bit. Using his super human strength, he rolled the two bodies and was now sitting on top of Lavi, his knees firmly pressed against Lavi's hips. Lavi watched as Kanda unbuttoned his own pants and slowly pushed them down. With very little movement, Kanda gracefully shed the pants, exposing his nude body to the red head. Lavi swallowed hard. He had never seen anything quite as exotic as what he was seeing in that moment. Kanda's porcelain skin almost glowed in the dark. His sapphire eyes pierced through him and the man's body was so well defined that it took his breath away.

Lavi's hands roamed over the body, memorizing every possible aspect. Kanda leaned forward for another kiss, his hair creating a canopy around them. His exposed erection quivered and Lavi felt it.

Letting his hands roam some more, Lavi's right hand slowly cupped Kanda's throbbing erection and began to stroke it hesitantly. He had only ever done this to himself so he just did what he normally would do during his time in the bathroom. Kanda moaned at the touch and rocked slowly into it. Lavi rolled his own hips up, allowing his own hardened self to push up into Kanda.

Kanda guided Lavi's free hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers. When they were wet enough, he gently put them at his entrance. "Put them in," he ordered.

Without any hesitation, Lavi pushed one finger inside. Kanda groaned. After a while, he put another one in and then another, stretching him out as much as possible. Kanda pulled Lavi's hand away and slid his boxers from his waist, finally exposing Lavi's arousal. It was already slick with pre-cum enough that he didn't need to lubricate it. Smirking at how well endowed the red head was, he slowly aligned his entrance with Lavi's shaft and gently sheathed the red head inside him.

Lavi moaned as Kanda pushed down on him, the tightness causing his head to go crazy. His body heated up and he had the urge to thrust as hard as he could but something kept him from doing so. He watched as Kanda slowly moved his hips and each time he lowered himself back down, Lavi felt his cock go deeper into the dark haired man.

Soon enough, Kanda was going at a steady pace and Lavi felt his own hips moving in time with Kanda but he had no control over what he was doing. It was as if someone else was making his body move and he began to fight it. Kanda looked down at the red head, a tinge of pink on his cheeks. He was too into things and his spell was starting to wane, he could see it in Lavi's eye.

The fog was clearing from his sight and Lavi finally snapped out of whatever daze he was in. Every ounce of his body was on fire and he pushed Kanda back onto the bed, taking control of what was happening and pinning the man to the mattress. He stopped thrusting and breathed heavily as he looked down into Kanda's eyes. It was then he noticed the slight hint of red in his sapphire pupils.

"What have you done to me?" he panted.

Kanda glared up at him, refusing to answer.

"I swear that if you don't tell me right now, I'll kill you where you lie."

"Finish this and I'll tell you everything," Kanda all but ordered. His seductive smile caught Lavi's attention and his slender arms pulled the red head to him. "You know you want to," he whispered.

He's right. Damn he's right. This is too good to stop right now and he's too damn sexy to pass up.

"No more tricks, though," Lavi demanded; Kanda nodded.

"If it's of your own free will, it's even better," he replied.

Lavi leaned forward and kissed him once again, this time more passionate than the last and more forceful. He thrust his hips hard and pushed deep inside Kanda. Each man ached for more and lost track of the time as they fucked. Lavi was getting close to his release and he claimed Kanda's lips once more. Just as he was about to cum, Lavi broke the kiss and moaned loudly, exposing his neck to Kanda's lips. As Kanda came with him, his fangs buried themselves in Lavi's neck. The red head rode out his orgasm, becoming lightheaded. It wasn't until his release finished that he realized just what was happening. His eye widened as he felt the pain and pleasure of having his blood taken from him. It was hot and his body burned.

Kanda fed on Lavi's blood, two small lines of red liquid trailed down the red head's neck. He sucked on Lavi's pulse point, holding the red head tightly but all the while being very gentle with him. He would explain it all just like he promised, but for now, his thirst needed to be quenched. He felt his hunger slowly fade and, when he had had enough to get by for a while, he retracted his fangs and slowly lifted his lips. His warm tongue lapped up the spilled blood and he pulled away from the red head. His eyes were glowing crimson, catching hold of Lavi's lone green eye.

Lavi panted heavily both from his orgasm and the loss of blood. He couldn't get his thoughts straight and he was dizzy. Kanda used one of his sharp nails to make a small cut on his wrist. He held it up to Lavi's mouth. The red head looked at him hesitantly.

"Drink this or you'll die."

Not really wanting to die at the moment, Lavi did as he was told. He pressed his lips over the small cut and drank a little of Kanda's blood. It was sweet like the lotus he had smelled earlier. Kanda pulled his arm back, licking the remaining blood from the wound. Lavi noticed that it was already healing and he felt the wound on his neck start to tingle. His surprised look caught Kanda's attention.

"It's fine; you're just healing," he explained.

Lavi fell forward and rolled off of Kanda, breathing deeply to regain control of his senses. He closed his eye and focused on his breathing for a long while. When he finally felt normal, he opened his eye and noticed Kanda was leaning on his side next to him, peering down at his lips.

"What?" he asked groggily. "If you want a kiss, you don't have to ask," he smirked.

Kanda's brow furrowed and he glared at the red head. His fangs had already retracted but his eyes were still crimson red, a sign Lavi would later learn meant Kanda was in predator mode.

Lavi pulled an arm over his face and sighed deeply. "What the hell is going on?"

"You are my food," Kanda said matter-of-factly.

Lavi uncovered his eye and peered over at Kanda, seeing if what he said was a joke or not. When he saw the lust and hunger in the other man's eyes, he realized that it was indeed true.

"Ok, I deserve a better explanation than that, don't you think?"

"Che," Kanda replied, turning over and pulling the blankets up around him. "Go to sleep. You can learn everything tomorrow."

Lavi blinked and rose up from the bed, leaning on his left arm. He was very confused and really didn't want to end the conversation there, but he got the feeling it was best not to push things further. He smirked and quickly wrapped his arms around Kanda, pulling him close to his body. Kanda struggled and fought with Lavi.

"Damnit let me go!" he ordered.

"Nope. If I'm your food, you're my pillow," the red head retorted playfully as he nuzzled his face into the back of Kanda's neck.

"Che," the dark haired man replied after he stopped struggling. "Only for tonight."