A/N: Warning: there will be slash in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with it, skip ahead to the page break. There is some cute fluff at the beginning though that you may want to read. Kanda's still a bit of a bastard, but he's a loving one.

Chapter 1: Finding Allen

Kanda sighed loudly, his head hanging. His broad shoulders were slumped, his back curved in near defeat. The signature black jacket hung limply from his body and one shoulder had slipped and pooling at his elbow. His hair was loose from its usual ponytail, tangled a little where it fell over the side of his face. It had been a few days since they'd found Allen Walker. The boy had been through several chases, close calls, and Noah encounters in the last forty-six hours than Kanda liked to admit.

"Kanda?" Johnny whispered from the corner.

Growling, the exorcist stood and yanked off his jacket, throwing it casually on the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled it back from his face. Dark eyes closed for a moment, trying hard to block out the image of the sleeping body behind him. His skin, so naturally pale, was whiter than ever before.

"I'm going to take a bath. I don't care if I'm fucking naked, washing my hair, or even washing my dick, you will come get me if he wakes up," the samurai snarled.

Johnny nodded, a faint smile pulling at his lips.

Stalking into the bathroom, Kanda quietly closed the door, trying not to wake up his sleeping lover before he was ready. Several large buckets of water rested in the corner, having requested them from the innkeeper as soon as they had arrived. Filling the tub, he slid out of his clothes and folded them neatly before throwing them in the corner.

As he sunk into the cool water, the samurai groaned, feeling the cold seeping into his bruises. Normally, he would have preferred the warm water of the Headquarters showers, but now was not the time to relax. Quickly, he washed his body and, at a slightly slower pace, his hair. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off and wrapped it around his waist. Just as he was reaching for his clothes, Johnny knocked on the door.

"Kanda!" the short scientist cried.

Grabbing his pants, the usually stoic samurai threw them on with all haste, slamming the door open. His eyes darted to the bed and the thin figure moving within it. Water still dripped from his long black hair as he sat next to his lover, falling to the thick blanket. The silver eyes opened and the thin boy groaned as Kanda leaned over, gently kissing his sweaty forehead. Lifting his head a little, the samurai shot Johnny a fierce glare, sending the scientist scurrying out into the hall.

"Bakanda?" Allen asked.

"Hey moyashi," Kanda replied.

"Where are we?"

"At an inn. I managed to buy a room for the night with some of the silver from my uniform. That scientist you seemed to close with is here too," Kanda snarled a little, still feeling a slight ache at being forced to accompany the slightly inept Johnny.

"Oh, Johnny came with you? Wait, why are you here, Bakanda? I sent you to-"

"Be with Alma, yes, but I found that I've grown accustomed to living with your annoying ass, stupid moyashi," Kanda said. "Besides, you wouldn't get anywhere in this world without my help."

If he hadn't been so tired, Allen would have laughed. "Did you just admit to being worried about me?"

"Of course not," Kanda growled.

"I love you too, Bakanda," Allen murmured, reaching up to gently caress his lover's cheek.

Capturing the smaller teen's mouth, Kanda ever so softly lowered himself to the bed, stretching his tall body along the albino's side. Their tongues clashed as Allen's fingers winded in his long, wet hair. Licking and nipping, the two lovers rekindled their fierce, devoted love that had been put on hold by months of separation. When Allen reached down towards his lover's pants, Kanda pulled back, staring down at his beloved white-haired boyfriend.

"Not now, stupid moyashi," he said, kissing the white-haired teen's forehead again. "Sleep now, sex later."

"Bakanda, it's been a long time and I miss you," Allen whined softly.

"Don't get whiney brat," Kanda teased. "You have to get better first. That Noah did a number on you."

"I feel fine," Allen groaned.

"Stupid moyashi. Do you have any idea what could happen if I take you now as I want to? You'd probably brea-"

Kanda suddenly found himself flipped onto his back, the covers throw askew as Allen straddle his hips. Eyes narrowed in anger, the albino hissed at his lover in an almost animalistic way.

"I'm not a fucking doll, Bakanda!" he shouted.

"Idiot moyashi! Not even you can take that while injured!"

"Take what?"

"Me pounding you into the motherfucking mattress like I've wanted to since the moment we were separated!"

With a slightly sadistic grin, Allen sat up straight, his hands spread out over Kanda's bare chest. The sickly look to his face had disappeared, replaced by something much more sinister, but loving. As he rolled his weight back, the crack of his ass settled neatly over Kanda's crotch, pulling a hiss and moan from the young man. Slowly and carefully, Allen started to grind against the growing hardness under him, his grin widening.

"Yu," Allen moaned, feeling himself harden. "Please."

Any slight control that Kanda had retained broke at that word. It always worked: Allen asking him with that sweet, innocent word. He hated it with a passion, but loved it at the same time. When his little love, as he loved to inwardly call the moyashi, asked for something, Kanda always wanted to please.

"Fuck, moyashi. Do you need to use that dreaded word?" the samurai moaned as he flipped them over again, grinding down against his lover.

"Yes," Allen groaned, spreading his legs a little wider to give Kanda better access.

"Why?" Kanda panted.

"You're always in control Yu."

The albino practically purred the name. Something in Kanda exploded and he tore wildly at his lover's clothes. Within moments, buttons had been ripped from the fabric, shreds of string floating to the ground as the clothes were discarded. When Allen was finally naked, Kanda shed his pants and nestled down into the sweet cradle between his lover's thighs. He moaned lightly as they started to rub against each other. How he had missed this while he'd been with Alma. Unknown to most, Kanda had loved Alma only as a best friend, a confidant that understood his pain as a Second Exorcist. Allen was his only love.

Allen's breath hitched as a warm tongue licked at his nipple, a hand pinching the other. He moaned as his chest was lavished, especially his nipples. Kanda had always loved those, although he refused to tell Allen why. When they were red and slightly sore, Kanda slid his way down his lover's body, kissing all the way.

Reaching his destination, the samurai watched as his younger lover threw his head back in pleasure, writhing under the touch of his mouth on the teen's lovely cock. He licked and sucked and played to his delight as his lover moaned and cried and begged.

"Yu!" Allen sobbed in pleasure, his toes curling from the stimulation.

Lifting his head, Kanda examined his boyfriend, grinning at the sight. The white hair, usually so flat and calm, was wildly spread against the pillow. Allen's silver eyes were huge, the pupils dilated in happiness. His pale legs were spread wide and the muscles in his stomach clenched and unclenched as he breathed. Then there were the red little nubs that he loved so much.

Slowly, Kanda crawled back up Allen's body, sliding his body along him like a snake. Once again at eye level, Kanda slipped three of his fingers into his lover's mouth, watching as the younger teen lathered them with saliva. Allen grinned around the digits, forcing the hand away as a sign of readiness. Tight heat surrounded each finger as it slipped in, one at a time. Kanda groaned at the sensation as his lover panted beneath him.

One stroke. Two strokes. Three. Kanda had his albino writhing again within a few seconds, his fingers thrusting in and out with as much force as he could muster. Allen grabbed his knees, pulling them up to his chest as he cried for his lover.

"Y-Yu! I-I- Ne-e –Just i-i-n me please!" Allen cried as Kanda jerked his fingers out of the hot entrance, replacing it instead with his hot and ready cock.

Skin slapped against skin, the sound of pounding flesh filling the room. Sweat dribbled down Kanda's back as he thrust in and out of his precious little albino, watching with wide eyes as the younger teen sobbed from pleasure.

"Does that fulfill your desires, Aren?" he hissed in the younger man's ear.

"O-Oh, Yu… go faster!"

With a smirk, Kanda delved into his lover as hard and as fast as he could, rocking in and out like some sort of machine. With each trust, he hit that perfect spot, relishing in the sounds that Allen made. His pants, his cries, his moans were so perfect to Kanda's ears.

Feeling a tightening in his lower stomach, Kanda gritted his teeth and pounded against the abused prostate one more time. Allen let out a yell as he came, his walls clenching around Kanda. Grunting the samurai released into the tight channel, panting harshly as he thrust a few more times, filling it.

Finally, Kanda dropped down beside his lover, his aching arms winding around the thin body. Allen snuggled into his side, nearly purring with happiness. The two exorcists kissed lazily, their eyes drooping.

"Three months and five days," Allen murmured as he drifted on towards sleep.

"What, Aren?"

"That's how long we were apart. I counted."

"I'm sure you did. Go to sleep now."

When Johnny returned an hour later with food bartered using a few more decorations from Kanda's coat, he found the lovers wrapped up in each other. With a blush and an attempt to ignore their naked state, he grabbed the blanket that had fallen to the floor and settled it over them. He glanced up at Kanda, slowly backing away from the dangerous samurai. Something however caught his eye. It was a tattoo he had never seen before, a coat of arms decorating the back of the young man's neck. Johnny frowned, but decided to let the lovers sleep before he started asking questions of them.

Far away from where the two lovers slept, Komui Lee was standing in the dining hall of the Black Order Headquarters. It was empty and even Jerry had abandoned his post at the counter. Despite the lack of movement, life, really anything, Komui was not disturbed by it. He had a greater mystery to solve.

The new Headquarters was an old, abandoned church that had been under the control of the Vatican for years. It had been kept in impeccable shape despite its misuse, but then again, the Black Order was anything, but cautious when it came to the safety of their Headquarters. Sure, the exorcists were seen as just weapons in the war to be disposed of, but the location and security of Headquarters had to be protected at all costs and Komui knew that it had nothing to do with the high population numbers that resided in the giant building.

The island on which the church stood was small, only a few miles across both ways and the church itself stood atop a large cliff overlooking the turbulent sea. When he had first arrived, despite being as sick as a dog, Komui had noticed a strange difference between the old Headquarters and the new. There were statues of angels everywhere. Komui himself was not a religious man, participating in the war solely to protect the exorcists, including his precious little sister, but even he knew the significance of angels. They were guides for the weary, messengers of hope, war or prophecy depending on the kind or, in the case of the archangels, the name.

This was especially prevalent in the dining hall. On a large ledge that wound around the entirety of the room, only statues of angels in various forms of combat stood. Some had swords, other spears and even the occasional bow and arrow. Each statue was evenly spaced from the others, about a foot apart, he estimated, and each was carved to human perfection.

Komui had tried to ask Rouvelier, the annoying Central official that had been sent to keep an eye on Komui and the exorcists several months earlier, but the man had offered no help. He didn't even seem to know himself and if he did, he did a good job of hiding his knowledge. Komui didn't even know why he was so interested in the angel statues. There were religious symbols all over the place. It was an abandoned church after all, but there was just something about those statues that begged or him to solve them.

Sighing in defeat, the dejected scientist trudged back to the area of the church designated for his main crew: the Science Division. Most of his employees, if you could call them that, were absentmindedly reading over reports sent from around the globe about suspicious activities. A few were asleep under piles of paper and even Reever, the Section Leader that worked under Komui, looked exhausted.

Everyone had been down since Allen had left. The boy had been the light of the Science Division's life, so sweet and kind. He, like all the other exorcists, had held a special place in their hearts, but Allen was even more special than that. He was like a son, a brother to all of them. Even the gruffest finders loved the white-haired lad.

Trudging into the room, Komui gave an unenthusiastic wave to Reever. The blond Australian dragged his feet over to his boss, his eyes lined with the dark bruises of sleepiness.

"Where did you go, Boss?" Reever asked.

"To look at the statues again," Komui sighed.

"Find anything?"

"No."

Reever sighed and shook his head. "Boss, I just don't understand your obsession with those damn statues. They've been there for probably dozens if not hundreds of years!"

"I don't know what it is, but I know that they mean something, something really important," Komui replied as he cleared a spot on his desk. Plopping down onto it, he stared at his second-in-command. "How is everyone holding up?"

"Considering? Okay, I guess. With Johnny and Kanda gone, things have definitely darkened. You know its not all that great when we're starting to miss that angry samurai," Reever joked weakly. "We're still getting reports of rouge akuma."

"Why are we calling them rouges? We don't even know if they have managed to break away from the Earl's power," Komui groaned.

"Well, strange patterns of akuma then," Reever said. "They're all over the place. China, Russia, the Americas. I even got a report from South Africa detailing a strange akuma sighting."

"What was it doing?" Komui asked.

"Sniffing the ground like a dog, then it attacked a wild buffalo. We've never heard of akuma going after animals before, just humans."

"Great, another mystery," Komui muttered, rolling his eyes. "Just keep searching. We have to find an explanation."

"Sure thing, boss."

As Reever dragged his feet over to some of the remaining scientists, Komui slid off of the desk and flopped down in the chair behind it. Sinking into the comfortable cushions, he let his mind drift to happier times. He remembered the days before Lenalee was taken, when she'd still been truly cheerful. Sure, since he'd arrived, some of the damage had been fixed, but he knew that she would never return to the way she had been.

Then there was Allen. After Kanda had left to supposedly go in search of the ex-exorcist, Noise Marie had mentioned something to Komui. The blind exorcist had said that there was something about Allen that Kanda shared. While neither of them fully understood what it was, Marie had mentioned something about a darkness, a hole that they had sunk into. When asked to elaborate, the blind man had carefully avoided him, forcing Komui to give up all together.

Too many mysteries; too many unanswered questions. Komui was a scientist. He was supposed to be able to rationally, logically find the answer, but these questions that he had unfortunately could not be solved by scientific means.

A/N: Btw, the description of the new order Headquarters is based entirely off a few shots of the building that are shown in the manga. There aren't that many so it gave me a lot of free room. The dining hall design with the angels and the overall concept of the angel statues don't exist in the original. I don't remember seeing any angels in the DGM art.