Through the Frosted GlassMy apologies for failing to update in so long. I've been working like a dog, and I recently acquired a hand injury that rendered me unable to type or use the computer easily. It is still stiff, and sore, but I'm typing through it to try and make up for not updating in forever.
Disclaimer; I do not own, nor am I responsible for the characters from the anime and/or manga that are in the below works. They belong exclusively to the owners/creators of the anime/manga, respectively.
The content below contains coarse language and Mature scenes. Reader discretion is advised
Allen stomped into the hotel room after yet another day of fruitless searching for information. He had left Kanda in the town centre after some insignificant little argument, storming off to the alleys and the abandoned buildings, hunting for some poor Akuma to bring salvation to as a way to soothe his feelings and calm his mind. Then, unsatisfied by the hunt, he stormed back to the hotel, only to find that Kanda was still not back and night was falling. His temper, rare but formidable, was very, very close to bubbling over and scorching everything it touched.
In short, he was pissed.
Well, no, not pissed. Frustrated.
Very, very frustrated.
Last night
Allen had managed to slip from the bathroom silently, thanking everything good in the world for allowing him to swiftly avoid the embarrassment and imminent death that would be so caustically thrust at him had he been found. Following his own thoughts, Allen winced slightly.
Perhaps thrust was not the most opportune word to use at the moment.
Hearing Kanda moving briskly in the bathroom, Allen hurriedly stripped off his clothing, twitching slightly as he eased his obviously tented slacks past his hips and his eagerly awake nether regions. He all but ran to his black, Dark Order issued luggage and grabbed a pair of loose, baggy boxers to sleep in, then dove under the covers of the single, queen size bed their accommodations offered, rolling to his side to hide his discomfort.
Allen had just managed to school his breathing to mimic that of sleep, and slam his eyes mostly shut before the bathroom door slipped open, the narrow door framing Kanda's pale, flawless body in the halo of light flooding into the room. Allen had to really work to not move or give himself away as his moth went dry; Kanda was clad in nothing but a towel.
Acres of creamy white skin, yards of black satiny hair, straight as rainfall, dark, brooding eyes. There was a slight bloom of pink that had bled into his partner's flawless face (undoubtedly from the heat of the shower and the heat of the moment). There were still a couple of water droplets clinging desperately to the concave curve of that muscled stomach.
Allen envied them so. What would it be like, he wondered, to taste all that cream and silk, to lap the water from Kanda's stomach? How would it feel, to taste those cockily curved lips, to tease that delicate seashell of ear and feel him shiver and gasp with surprise?
Allen closed the fine slit of his eyes and tried to think of anything but the body of the man he was sharing the room with. Concentrate on the mission, make a plan for tomorrow. Decide tactics, sort info, create a way to worm the necessary details. For ten minutes, Allen used mental muscle and will power to focus on everything about tomorrow in a bid to block out the now.
It worked. Allen almost sighed in relief when he felt the tension in his stomach start to ease.
Then the bed creaked gently beside him, dipping as Kanda climbed under the covers.
Allen could have sworn he heard his jaw crack.
When Allen felt the velvet sweep of flesh on flesh as Kanda made himself comfortable, the problem that Allen had finally been able to convince to leave tried to make a repeat appearance.
Why did I agree to this?! Allen thought desperately. I should have just slept on the damn floor!
When the boys had arrived at their accommodations and found that there was only one sleeping place, they opted for an enthusiastic (and very soon, bloody) round of rock, paper, scissors, to try to decide who would be bunking on the floor. After half an hour of bickering with neither willing to give, it was decided that neither would be forced to endure the hard, cold wood of the floor.
Lying silently, still as death, Allen set his mind to serious, boring topics and ignored the begging of his body as best he could. And cursed his stubborn nature.
Long after Kanda had succumbed to sleep, Allen lay awake, aware, and twitchy. Hours fell off the clock as he tried to focus on anything but the still, soft body occupying the space behind him and transmitting heat through the thin cotton of the sheets separating them.
In the wee, early hour of two in the morning, Allen gave up. He gingerly rolled off the bed, silently landing on his feet and heading to the mini fridge in the kitchenette, thinking vaguely of finding himself something to eat. He browsed the selection of leftovers for a while, finally settling on the half eaten package of sweet cookies and the part bottle of milk.
Maybe he'd be able to sleep when he finally had something in his stomach.
He hoisted himself up onto the marble counter by the generous sink, and settled into his early morning snack. Five minutes later and drinking right from the bottle, he washed the last crumbs of his sweet treat from his throat, finishing up the milk and leaving the bottle beside the sink to rinse out later. Jumping down lightly, he placed the empty cookie package into the garbage can and stretched, fatigue making every muscle whine for rest.
Satisfied that his body was finally ready for sleep, Allen padded back towards the bed, noting that sometime in his absence, Kanda had shifted, rolling onto his back, stretching across half of Allen's side of the bed as well as his own. Too tired to sigh, Allen gently knelt on the bed and, carefully, started to shift the other boy back onto his own side of the bed.
As soon as Allen touched him, Kanda made some kind of soft sound in the back of his throat, his brows knitting lightly in his sleep. Allen watched the movement with fascination, amazed that even with an expression of distaste on his face, Kanda was still an elegantly beautiful creature. Porcelain skin, untouched by scars or freckles covered the fine, high cheekbones that gave his face that distinct, sophisticated look. The dark locks that usually framed his face and shadowed the upper portion of his face were swept aside in sleep, letting Allen take in the luscious, dark lashes that framed his almond shaped eyes.
Kanda sighed, deeply. Allen just barely controlled the reflex to twitch. Steeling himself, Allen leaned over the sleeping form and, all but on top of him, tried to shift him over without waking him.
Suddenly without warning, thin, steely arms came around Allen's waist. Jolting, Allen only barely caught himself, almost falling right on top of the sleeping Kanda. Praying that he wouldn't be killed for so much as touching the prickly bastard in his sleep, Allen looked down and opened his mouth, ready to apologize or plead or threaten, whatever would work best.
His mouth stayed open, agape in shock, when he saw that Kanda was still most assuredly asleep. Now, though, there was a faint dusting of pink on his face, and those perfect, pale lips were slightly parted. Allen could feel Kanda's chest moving, gaining speed as breath came faster. His brows knitted again, tighter, and his head lolled to one side. Those supple lips closed, and Allen could see that Kanda had trapped the bottom one between his teeth.
I wonder if he's having a nightmare, Allen thought.
Then Kanda shifted, moaning slightly. Something hot and firm touched Allen's hip.
Ok, scratch the nightmare theory.
Allen blushed tomato red, then paled as all the blood rushed gleefully out of his head. It had been a serious strain to keep those thoughts at bay when trying to rearrange the boy to begin with, though that fact that he was asleep had been beneficial. Now, with those strong arms locked around him, that flawless face pulled into such erotic expressions, and the subtle shifting of hips beneath him, there was no way that Allen could deny those thoughts anymore.
His self control stretched thread thin, Allen shifted a little bit, hoping to avoid direct contact with the other boy's quite evident excitement and trying to slip free of the grasp that held him prisoner. In response, Kanda tightened his grip, thrusting more firmly, searching for Allen's warmth and contact.
Allen's eyes all but crossed as Kanda hit the mark, biting his tongue sharply to avoid the moan that was crawling up his throat as he felt Kanda's arousal brush his own. Kanda moaned again, and, as if he instinctively knew that it was the right place, lifted his hips again, thrusting against Allen. Slowly building up speed, Kanda moved against Allen, picking up speed. A faint sheen of sweat shone on Kanda's brow, and he moaned again and again as the friction built up. Allen screwed his eyes shut, breathing fast and heavy as he felt heat pool in his stomach.
Ever faster, Kanda lifted his hips, rubbing Allen harshly, gasping and moaning. Abruptly, Kanda arched up, his nails digging into Allen's back as he reached completion.
"Ah! All-en!"
Suddenly limp, Kanda melted back into the mattress, arms bonelessly releasing Allen as the gently fell back to the bed. His expression once again serene and blank, Kanda resumed his peaceful sleep.
Allen could have cheerfully killed him.
Every muscle stiff and still, Allen was painfully hard, achingly desperate for release, and he had to take a couple of deep breathes to keep from waking Kanda up and fucking him senseless.
He may be a gentleman, but dammit, he's only human.
Painfully, Allen extracted himself from Kanda's side of the bed and walked (a touch bowlegged, mind you) to the bathroom. Closing the door and snapping the bolt into place, Allen closed the lid of the toilet seat and sat, leaning back to rest his head against the cool wall behind him.
If he didn't get some release, he'd explode.
Closing his eyes, he fisted his insistent member through the thin cloth of his boxers, moving his hand steadily as he focused on breathing deeply, determined to not make a sound. Thinking about what had just happened, and about what he had seen Kanda do in the shower prompted his hand to move faster.
So close, so very close.
Just a little more…..
Bang bang bang!
"Oi, bean sprout! You gonna be in there all night!"
Allen jerked upright, hand still on himself. There was no way this was happening.
"Hey, hurry it up. If you're not out of there in ten seconds, I'm taking this door apart."
Just remembering the night before Allen's temperature spiked. He was angry, sexually frustrated, running on no sleep and bunking with a guy who was very obviously attracted to him. He should have just given in and ravished Kanda last night, and then he wouldn't be in such a bad mood. It hadn't improved any when Kanda had been perfectly supple and relaxed, ready for the day this morning.
Allen decided that blue was definitely not his color.
Glancing at the door one more time, Allen squared his shoulders and strode to the bathroom, almost slamming the door behind him. Quickly peeling himself out of his clothes, he set the shower to broil and stepped in, determined to finish what Kanda had started last night.
It was bad luck that he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door behind him.
AN; Thanks to the lovely people who reviewed, I do appreciate it. I also appreciate the suggestion to change the rating of this fic to M. I wasn't going to, I was going to try to keep it fairly sedate, but as you can see, it didn't happen.
Oh well.
Thank you for reading so far, and I hope you've enjoyed yourselves. I know Allen and Kanda have.
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One more chapter to this one before it's finished, and I'll try to get it up in a more timely fashion than this one, but I make no promises.
Ja.
Ruby