A/N: Not edited, let's see how this goes…

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It had been one month, three weeks, and two days since Allen had given up his innocence to Rabi. The redhead was amazed that he'd held up for this long, not to mention he'd become more and more willing to do what he asked. He could be controlled so easily, and that was amusing considering he was puppet-master of the Student Council. They followed him blindly, probably jumping and barking if he said so. It was a sorry sight, but Rabi didn't have to worry about them anymore since he'd made the deal with Allen. He was told by the shorter that all he needed to say was 'Rabi's actions no longer concern us' and everything was set, though some of the members strongly disagreed about his decision. From then on, the redhead had free roam of the campus. He felt so liberated now, knowing that he could now do what he wanted without consequences. On top of that he got to screw the shorter's brains out whenever he liked, day or night. It was hard in the beginning; Allen was hesitant, not like he was when they'd first done it. He would always pause when he wanted to touch something, acting as if contemplating if he really should or shouldn't. Rabi would have to convince him to do it, telling him that he was 'the one he'd always dreamed about'. Saying things like that always made Allen do anything he wanted. Yes, he knew he was manipulating him, but hell, he was doing the same to everyone on campus!

Allen really did like being touched, and when he wasn't touching the redhead, the redhead was touching him. It was kind of sickening how much he liked taking it, and it was almost just as sickening how much he didn't like it when the Rabi did him from the front. It was a disturbing fact that he didn't really enjoy people looking at him, but he really hated it when the redhead would do so. He knew he was looking at the scar on his face, because everyone did. Everyone inquired where it had come from; some even going so far as to say that it was a tattoo. No…a tattoo would've hurt a lot less then the mark on his face…at least emotionally. He had received the mark on the same day his father died, at the time he'd been playing in the creek with a few friends. He was seven when it happened; Allen had gone against his father's orders to stay inside; since it had just rained the day before everything was slippery...and of course Allen thought that made things more fun. While trying to cross one of the wider parts of the creek, he slipped and fell, knocking himself unconscious. He woke up three days later with a bandage over the left side of his face, and the feeling that he'd missed something important. And he had…a day after Allen had awakened from his short coma; he was told that his father had been in a terrible car incident. He didn't cry, not really knowing how he should handle something so terrible. He didn't even cry at the funeral, having full knowledge of what was going on, but still not knowing how he should react. He wasn't taken to an orphanage, but instead place in the care of a family friend. He had a slight problem with it because he had never met the man before…but he was loaded. As much as people didn't like admitting it, because it meant their precious president was flawed…

Allen was notborn into his wealth…

Right now he was lying in Rabi's room, trying to catch his breath, having just finished another intense session with the redhead a few minutes ago. He had gotten use to the feeling of someone else inside of him, so he didn't pass out after the fact. He did, however, still felt completely drained and really didn't want to move in fear of accidentally sending another wave of pleasure throughout his exhausted body. Rabi was currently in the shower, which the shorter found he did often whenever he'd finish. Allen thought he only did such a thing because he wanted to get clean, and not be sticky all day. Though…deep down the shorter knew he did it for other reasons…and the other reason bothered him slightly. Shaking it off, he sat up, finding it now alright to do so. He was still wearing his shirt; he refused to remove it because he didn't like being looked at completely naked. Hell, he didn't even go to the beach unless he was wearing swimming trunks and a t-shirt. Swinging his legs over the side, he winced a little, curing lightly as he'd forgotten how sensitive to movement his back was now. Lying back, he figured it was best to wait a few more minutes before moving again. It wasn't like he was in any hurry, or the redhead was going to get pissed off if he'd been there when he was done with his shower. No…it wasn't any of that, he just felt like him being their after the fact would be awkward. He was only there for sex, so why stay to chit-chat? Rolling on his side, he finally noticed that the sound form bathroom had stopped, and he couldn't help but groan at himself. What would he even talk to Rabi about? Upon thinking about what kind of conversation he would start up, he didn't noticed that the weight of the bed had shifted slightly.

What Allen didn't know was that Rabi had actually come out of the shower much earlier then he thought. Leaning over he waved a bottle of water in the shorter's face, making him stare at it as if it was a foreign object.

"It's water…" He said, shaking it slightly, showing that there was nothing in it.

"What kind?" He said, taking it and looking at the label. "…where's Lawson?" He asked, reading the name off the label. The redhead gave him an odd look, confusing the hell out of Allen. What had he said? He just wanted to know if it was imported, or if it had been obtained from a spring of sorts.

"It's the name of the convenient store I bought it at…" Rabi said, now understanding the situation. As Allen was about to open his mouth and ask another question, he was pinned down by the redhead. He began to lick his neck, nipping at it every now and then. This was pitiful…he'd never gone to a convenient store, and the redhead guessed that he'd never even purchased something under eighty bucks. Ah the rich bastard, Rabi didn't find this fact all that surprising considering where he was. Everyone around was spoiled, never knowing what a hard life was, never knowing what true friends were. Why did he have to be around people like this? He knew one of the reasons was because he wanted to honor his father's dying wish. The two of them had never been on good terms with each other, though didn't Rabi knew the reason why. Maybe he was just born to dislike the man, or maybe it was because he disapproved of everything he did. Even if he had accomplished the impossible, the man would always comment that he 'could've done better' or that he should 'rise above mediocre'. It wasn't until he was on his death bed that Rabi learned the truth…the redhead was apparently a mirror image of his father when he was younger. His father liked trouble just as much as Rabi did, unfortunately he caused a bunch of it for his friends and family, ultimately getting one of each killed. He swore to himself once he was married that he would not allow his child to live like he did, and he would give them a better future. After hearing this, there was no way Rabi could've stayed angry with him…his father had good intention in his heart and that's what mattered the most to the redhead.

"R-Rabi, wait…w-we just…"

Oh right, Allen…

"We just what?" He said, slowly starting to unbutton the shorter's shirt.

"We just did it…a-and I can't take anymore." He said, trying to get the redhead's hand off of him. He was unsuccessful, and couldn't help but moan when Rabi began to caress his member, trying to get it hard again. He knew it wasn't the best idea to stop the redhead, because he knew his secret and having something like that spread around the school wouldn't ruin him…no…it would kill him. Reputation was everything in college, and Allen knew that his secret would make him lose all of it in a matter of seconds. Lucky for him a knock on Rabi's front door halted everything, and Allen thanked however it was. He could see the slight disgust in the redhead's face when he left; looking as if he wanted to beat the snot out of however dared interrupt them. Sitting back up, he began to button his shirt back up, hoping the person would hold the redhead off long enough for him to get the rest of his clothes. Just as he pulled his boxer up half way, he froze…he recognized the voice. Pulling them all the way up, he got up and walked over to the door. Peeking out he saw none other then Lenalee speaking with Rabi, and she did not look happy at all. She really did have a reason to though; today was a school day and it was the unpleasant duty of the Student Council to visit the homes of students that didn't come to class that day. It rarely happened, but when it did the council was not pleased; they felt that the person who skipped was irresponsible and wasn't even worthy of them doing such a kind thing for. What bothered Allen was the fact that she was there…Allen had given the order to EVERYONE on the council to leave the redhead alone, so did that mean she was disobeying him? That wasn't like her…but then again he was the one lying to everything and getting fucked by the guy he daydreamed about. Upon Rabi closing the door, Allen quickly backed up, not wanting to get hit in the face when the redhead came in. Once he did, Allen was pushed not so gently against a nearby wall, though it wasn't hard enough to make him wince.

"I thought you told them not to mess with me…" He said, not really looking mad, but rather…displeased.

"I-I did…I'm sorry, she didn't listen to me…" Allen said, feeling slightly warmer as Rabi became closer to him.

"I see…I guess that means I have to punish you for her mistake…" He said, trying not to snicker at the sheer dumbness of the line. And with that said, Rabi had pulled the short's boxers down. Allen blushed deeply when the redhead got on his knees and began to stroke cock, making him moan as he did so. This was new, it was usually Allen who was on his knees doing this, but hay, anything was possible when it came to the redhead. He pressed the back of his head against the wall and moaned as Rabi stroked his member faster, felling that he wasn't going to last long through all of this. He was already tired, and doing this again wasn't going to help him at all…no matter how much he wanted it. Raking his fingers through Rabi's fiery red hair, he moaned louder as he felt himself be engulfed with a hotness that he had not felt before. Looking down he could see Rabi was…sucking him. The redhead had never sucked on his member, always stroking it with his hand and never doing anything more…but this…this felt much better.

Slinging the shorter's right leg over his shoulder; Rabi began to finger his entrance, moving his head back slightly so he didn't coke when Allen bucked forward. He knew this would turn him on beyond belief, but he also knew that he wasn't going to finished what he started…that was the punishment part. He wanted to push Allen near the edge, but not push him over it. He knew it sounded perverted…hell, he knew everything he was doing was perverted, but as long as it was making the both of them feel good it was alright. Inserting another finger, he removed the smaller's member from his mouth and decided to finishes the job with his hand. Well, technically not finish, but get Allen to the point he wanted. Stroking faster, couldn't help but smirk as Allen's grip tightened. He couldn't say that he wasn't surprised that the shorter liked what he was doing to him, but he also couldn't say that he didn't like it either. He wasn't the type of guy to get down on his knees for anyone, so why start now? Was Allen cute? That sounded way too girly…Maybe it was because he liked cock? That definitely wasn't it…he hated the vile taste of cum because of its salty and think consistency. So what was it? Well, whatever the hell the reason was, it was enough to compel him to do this…

"I-I'm going to…" Allen whimpered, tightening his grip on the Rabi's hair. That was the redhead's cue to stop; he removed his fingers, and licked his way back up to the shorter's neck, nipping at it roughly. He knew Allen was getting desperate, because he started to rub his lower half against him, begging him to continue. Kissing his neck, he couldn't help but smirk slightly as he parted, liking how desperate Allen was to get off.

"D-Don't be mean…" Allen said, bringing the redhead's hand down and over his swollen member.

"I don't wanna be…but you don't like listening-"

"Y-You're wrong!" He started, pressing his forehead against the redhead's bare chest "…I really like Rabi's voice…I like everything about Rabi…I really love Rabi…"

This was the thing that made everything easy; the fact that the shorter 'loved him' and would do anything for him. Rabi knew that he didn't mean anything he said, since everything that came out of his mouth was nothing more then the byproduct of his fantasy filled mind that made the redhead seem like he was a damn movie star. Hell, the kid probably didn't even know the difference between love and lust…which the redhead was sure he was feeling right now. Lust was just a sexual attraction to someone, no more no less…love was…hell you can't really put something like that into a word. That wanting feeling you get whenever your around that special somebody…that's the best way he could think of to describe love. But this was not love…Rabi slowly let go of Allen, feeling that he could no longer continue this session. He felt the shorter pull him closer, making him feel slightly awkward because his hardness was starting to make his own member stiff. Prying the shorter off of him, he retrieved his shirt and put it back on. He didn't want to play anymore games that day, and he just really wanted to sleep.

"Did I say something wrong…?" The shorter asked, noticing the sudden change in the redhead's behavior. Rabi remained silent as he slipped his shirt on, not wanting to speak to Allen any longer. It was disturbing how Allen could so blindly follow him without question, easily agreeing to his demands as if he was asking him to breath. He was taking all of this too lightly, seeming to take too much pleasure in everything. So what if he was the guy of his dreams? Rabi hated the fact that Allen had so much faith in him…was he really worth the effort? Rabi tensed slightly when he felt the shorter tug in his shirt. What the hell was it now?!

"Rabi…can I ask you something?" He asked in a small voice, as if he was afraid of speaking. The redhead didn't turn around but he did nod, signaling for Allen to ask whatever that was clearly bothering him.

"Why do you always…take a shower after you're done with me…?" He asked, grip tightening on the redhead's shirt. Rabi didn't look back, because he found the question utterly ridiculous.

"Because I want to get clean-"

"No…what's the real reason…" He said, cutting Rabi off and tightening his grip even more. "Is it because you want to wash away everything dealing with me away…? Is it because you hate knowing that my scent is on you…? Or do you just…hate me in general…?"

What the hell was going on? Allen had always been silent after getting fucked, but why was he so chatty all of a sudden? Maybe he had lost it…that had to have been it. The redhead had probable fucked him too hard this time, shaking something loose and causing some sort of damage to his brain. Crap…that all he really need right now, a crazy freshmen with attachment issues. Just as he was about to turn around and confront the shorter about his strange behavior, he was treated to a pair of soft lip against his neck. Okay…Allen officially had MPD. He couldn't question it any longer, and it was a sad truth that scared the living daylights out of the redhead.

"I'm sorry…" The shorter said while parting, smiling as he did so. "I'm just…a little tired…"

And without another word, Allen picked up his clothes and left, not looking back to see if Rabi had reacted at all. He was being foolish…this was nothing but sex, nothing but a skin-deep, immoral, purely physical love that would never become more then that. Putting his clothes on while walking to the door, he had to fight back the tear he knew were coming. Why was he about to cry? He didn't get rejected, so what was it? Was it the fact that Rabi would never see in a different light? Or was it because he knew the redhead saw him the same way as everyone else…He wasn't Allen to anyone…he was just nothing but The President…The President could do no wrong…The President was serious and well composed…The President was absolutely fuckable…Allen had learned to deal with these things, but right now…right at that moment…he couldn't ignore this…

'Please…just look at me…please…'

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Today was a very special day for the college and its students. It was the winter ball, and it was time for the student to indulge themselves in the limelight, getting the attention of the local news paper, as well as a few foreign ones. Everyone attended, even a few of the student's parents did just to show them off and show off their wealth. The ball was held in the large room near the cafeteria which was only used for…well, balls and other extravagant events. It was the duty of the Student Council to put everything together, however; they were quite concerned with the outlandish behavior their president was showing that almost drove the whole thing into the ground. Is started earlier that week; Allen had arrived very to school late, and looking completely disheveled as if not caring at all. He said that he'd come down with something, but didn't want them to worry at all. Being slightly skeptical, they did what they were told and commenced the building of the ball theme. Last years was slightly boring, nothing more then a few balloons here and there, and a smoke machine, but this year the council was going to make things different. Miranda and Lenalee suggested something that actually dealt with the season instead of just some random theme. Allen had mutters something about crystals, and Chaoji yelled out the idea about a 'winter wonderland' which made everyone jump from the surprising outburst. Deciding that it wasn't that bad of an idea, they went with it.

So they decided to get the Decorating and Art Committee to help them, knowing that the two put together would produce a spectacular outcome. This is where things started to go down hill…Allen couldn't seem to focus in the slightest, always daydreaming or being extremely forgetful. For example, while trying to make a few signs for the entrance, he misspelled quite a few words, resulting in a waste of time and paint. Why couldn't he focus? Because his mind was on Rabi…after questing him, he couldn't help but feel empty and slightly irritated at the world around him. Not only had his behavior changed in school, but he noticed a change in Rabi's performance in the bedroom. It hadn't gone down really; it just…was over too soon. There wasn't any foreplay and he just seemed displeased with the whole thing…it wasn't like him. Maybe he was pissed off with him because of the things he said…it was rather stupid of him to say those sorts of things out loud, but he felt that if he didn't he'd just be lying to himself about why he was there. It was just sex…that's what he desperately wanted to believe.

But all of that had to be put on hold…right now he needed for focus on the task at hand, which was something he found quite hard to do. It was the night of the ball and everyone was dressed in formal attire; dresses, tuxedos, things of that sort were all worn on that night. Jeans or t-shirts were not allowed, being seen as tacky and common. Allen was currently sitting along with his fellow council members, looking like he was fit to be president of such a prestigious group. He kept his serious composer like he had trained himself to do, and found that it worked on all the reporters. He didn't like being in crowds thought, he found that they made him uneasy and anxious. What truly made him uneasy was the fact they he hadn't seen the redhead all night. It wasn't like he was looking for him, but it would've been nice to have seen him. He wasn't going to go out on a limb and say Rabi gave him confidence, but he liked knowing that he was watching, looking at him with eyes that slightly differ from the others. But he couldn't let down his guard right now, not when so many people were watching him.

It started out slow; he was asked a few questions by reporters from the local newspapers, telling them everything he wanted to know about the council and its workings. It wasn't until later that the crowed started to become much larger, and the questions more heated, and Allen wasn't taking it well. Clenching at his pants leg, he began to panic, thinking that he was being enclosed in some kind of box and suffocated. He felt sick, like he wanted to vomit and that meant he really needed to leave the room. Unfortunately, he couldn't do such a think without getting noticed. As more reporters started to gather, Allen could take no more and ran. Jumping up from his seat, he bolted passed all of them, nearly running into a few people. Once out of the ball room, he quickly tried to figure out where he could hide from the media. His dorm would've been the worst idea, because they knew where that was and he didn't feel like listening to the loud banging on his door for the rest of the night. Deciding that the balcony on the fourth floor was a good sport to hide, he ran to the nearest elevator and tried to catch his breath as it climbed to the right floor. He heart was pounding, and not for just running away from the paparazzi. Shaking slightly, he sprinted out of the elevator once he heard smooth voice of the overhead speaker announce what floor he was on. He ran to the last door at the end of the hall, and flung it open. Allen knew tonight would be strangely cold, but he didn't care, he wanted to just…get away for a little while. Once outside, he leaned against the side of the balcony, panting and trying desperately to stop himself from shaking. He hated it…all the questions, all the stares…he couldn't take it.

"Looks like you weren't enjoying the party…" Came a voice from the right side Allen. Looking over he now noticed the redhead whose back was against the railing, looking slightly bored and like he wanted to do something other then stargaze. The shorter was slightly shocked to see that Rabi had attempted to look nice for the ball. He was wearing a wearing a white dress shirt that was slightly unbuttoned at the top, and looked slightly wrinkled. On his legs were jeans, but were black enough to pass off as leather, which Allen wondered if that was the reason he was let in. The shorter couldn't help but look at him, taking in the sight before him and liking what he saw. Rabi looked, for a lack of better words, hot. He really couldn't say something like that out loud, seeing that the two of them were slightly uneasy around each other.

"What's wrong?" The redhead asked, walking over and putting an arm around his waist. "You look flustered, and you're shaking...did someone do something to you?"

"N-No…I just couldn't take all the pressure" He muttered, backing up slightly. He knew the redhead wasn't concerned with his well being, he was only worried about if his toy was damaged in some way. He couldn't help but blush when Rabi pulled him close and pressed his forehead against his. It felt nice and cool against his hot skin, but that also meant that the redhead had been out there for a while…and that worried Allen. But why should he care? Rabi didn't care about him in that way, so why bother with worrying?

"I'm…kinda glade you came…" Rabi said, pressing his lips against Allen cheek.

"You feel so cold…why were you out here for so long?" Allen asked, stroking the redhead's cheek with his hand, shaking slightly as his hot skin met Rabi's cold. The redhead just shook his head, pulling the shorter closer to him.

"I was just thinking, and it's not so bad out here. Where I'm from it get much colder then this, so it feels pretty nice out to me" He said, kissing his cheek again. Yes he was telling the truth; it snowed most of the time, and it rarely got above seventy degrees. Right now he didn't want to think about home; he wasn't the type to get homesick easily, but he did tend to miss this and that. Allen actually didn't help him at all…his snowy white hair would bring back memories of all those wonderful days he spent playing in the fresh snow that fell just hours ago. Whenever he thought oh home, he thought about where he belonged, and where he felt at ease. He would question himself, and the judgment of his father for having so much faith in his to send him to such a school. Maybe he should just go home…he wasn't cut out for this like. He was the former 'Master of Attention'; he wasn't an uptight rich boy with low expectations of people. No…that wasn't him at all.

Rabi jumped a little when he felt Allen place both hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at the shorting. The look he made the redhead want to turn away with guilt…he had a slight smile on his face. Why was he doing such a thing? As the redhead was about to ask just what he found to happy to be about, he was silenced when his lips me the shorter's. This again…why did he keep doing this? But the better question was…why was he enjoying it? Pulling Allen closer, he deepened the kiss, making Allen moan in the process. Pushing him up against the door, he began to undo the buttons on the short's tuxedo, noting that there were little signs of struggle from him. Parting briefly, he was pulled back by Allen and kissed much harder. God…what the hell was wrong with the two of them? This had never been so heated, never had it felt like the two of them deeply wanted this. Rabi ran his fingers through Allen's hair, messing it up completely. He felt the shorter rip open his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool night air. He really didn't care all the much about the shirt, finding it in the back of his closet and deciding that it looked halfway decent. He then felt Allen's hands slide down his chest and start to remove his belt, but just as he got the piece of leather undone the redhead pinned his hands above him.

"You should've worn a dress…since you're such a girl" Rabi jokingly said, already panting against Allen's neck.

"Be nice, Rabi…" The shorter said, panting as well. The two of them looked like a wrack; hair sticking up everywhere, clothes ripped apart, hearts beating incredibly fast…and from just a kiss. An intense kiss that should've lasted longer then it did, and Rabi was going to make sure it did…with a little more. So, he took the shorter's hand and lead him off of the balcony and over to the nearest elevator. Allen tried to question the redhead's motives, but he was soon silenced when he was pushed in and up against one of the walls. Rabi pushed the emergency stop button, and that was enough to tell Allen all he needed to know. This was going to kinky…very kinky. Kissing him again, he nibble on the shorter's bottom lip, completely removing his jacket and setting it aside. Once that was gone, he felt Allen wrap his arms around him, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss once again. Why did this feel better the usual? Well whatever the hell the reason was, Rabi was happy that it had happened. Though he knew this happy moment wasn't going to last…and upon looking back…he wasn't doing a very good job of keeping that moment throughout that entire week. What was wrong with him? He usually looked back on his actions with Allen quite often, thinking of new ways to make him scream. But this time…he couldn't really remember what he had done to him all week. Was he really just that bad? Or maybe it was because he was completely uninvolved in everything that had happened that week, feeling slightly numb to the things around him. He felt like he was just passing through life, not really caring about what he was doing or going to do. Why did he feel like that? Because Allen's words had hit him hard for some reason, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

Do you just…hate me in general…?

He hated the way he said that line…hated how he could see the expression on Allen's face without even turning around. Worse of the worst was the fact that he couldn't even find word to answer the question. He didn't hate Allen, and he really didn't dislike him at all. So would that mean the answer was 'no'? Rabi didn't know, but he wanted to find out just what he was feeling right now, and why the contact he was making so strong at the moment. Taking his left hand he began to undo the shorter's belt, still kissing him in the process. Once it was removed, the redhead's hand dove down into Allen's boxers, grasping his cock. He pulled away from their kiss slightly, taking a moment to breath, and then doing back in. Pulling him forward so that the back of him was no longer against the wall, he took his other hand and slipped it down his pants, caressing his cheek then inserting a finger into him.

Allen arched up against the redhead, moaning into his mouth as he did so. He didn't want to part, only doing so when he needed to breathe. He really liked this feeling; screw the feeling of fingers entering him or the hand stroking him…he liked this better. Rabi had never really kissed him before, always having him be the one to start the whole make-out session…which you technically couldn't call it. But this time the redhead had started it, and that made his entire body tingle. As much as he wanted it to be just sex, it wasn't…and he knew Rabi felt it too because he hadn't backed down. He knew he had an obsession with the redhead, but maybe…Rabi was somewhat the same. His case might not have been so severe, but he knew Rabi thought about him often. Why else could he say 'I'm kinda glade you came'? He must've been think about him, and was relived to have finally seen him. Holding Rabi tighter, he decided to be a little more bolder then usual...Pushing the redhead to the ground without breaking the kiss; he began to stroke the redhead's cock, making him moan in the process. Parting for a slip second, he kissed him harder, his free hand entangled in Rabi's hair.

The redhead inserted another finger into Allen, now using both of them to scissor his insides. He was surprised by Allen's sudden bravery, and that made this ten times better then he thought it was going to be. Lying completely on his back, Allen straddling his hip, he helped the shorter remove his pant as well as his boxers. Once off he inserted himself into the shorter, doing what he did best and loving how Allen stop the kiss to moan out loud. Thrusting into him, the two of them found it harder to kiss one another, which took away some of their fun. The only reason it was so difficult was because the shorter had the need to moan louder and louder with each thrust. The redhead noticed the Allen was looking away from him, as if he didn't like looking at the redhead at all. He'd noticed it a few other times; Allen would cover his face with his arm or look to the side, never directly at him.

"What's wrong?" He said, grasping the shorter's chin and forcing him to look him in the eye. Allen could no longer get away from this, and that fact scared him slightly. He didn't want to tell Rabi about his scar, not wanting to reveal that part of his past to him. He wanted to tell the redhead everything, but not this…

"I can't-"

"It's because of the scar on your face, right…?" Rabi asked, caressing the side of his face with the red mark on it. Allen broke away from the redhead's grasp, still not liking the idea of him being looked at.

"Alright…I won't ask anymore questions…" The redhead said, pulling him down and against his lips. He didn't want to press the matter, having Allen becoming uncomfortable and messing up the entire mood. Thrusting into him much deeper then before, the redhead knew that Allen was once again becoming lost, and the chance to have a civil conversation was over. Why was it over? Couldn't he just talk to him after the fact? Hell no…the shorter would be tired, and he really didn't want to talk to someone who couldn't really understand what he was saying. He also didn't want to catch him in the hallway the next day and talk about something so deep, because…well…he could run away. So maybe next time…Sliding a hand down Allen's side, he forced his body to move with the motion of his cock, making him go much harder and much deeper then before. The shorter was gripping his shoulder, begging him for more and for him to do him harder in-between kisses. Rabi was happy to indulge him, so he practically slammed into him, hitting that wonderful pleasure spot as he did so. It wasn't long before Allen reached the edge, letting out a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the redhead's stomach. Rabi soon came as well, kissing Allen hard and filling him up with his hot seed. Twitching a little, Allen collapsed against the redhead, and Rabi collaged against the floor. The two of them were spent, not wanting to move at all, but knowing they should because someone was going to fix the elevator soon.

Propping himself up against a wall, Rabi wrapped his arms around the panting kid on top of him. Yeah…he was still a kid, and the redhead could clearly see that. But what he didn't get was why such a kid would want such a position of power. He looked like he couldn't handle a thing, but hay, who was Rabi to say if he was. Allen seemed like a good leader, but also seemed to not like some of the things he did. Of course if the shorter of the two had a little more energy in him, he'd probably say something along the lines of 'I really don't like my job, but I like Rabi!' or whatever. Devotion could be a bad thing, but devotion to a person you didn't know all that well most definitely was. What did Allen want out of him…besides sex? What did he see in him? Sighing, he tried his best to regain a little of his energy back…and then he saw it…

"…Allen, I really hate to disturb you, but I need to ask you something really important…." Rabi said, shaking the shorter slightly.

"Mm" He muttered without looking up.

"Is that a security camera up there?" He asked, pointing to the small black box that resided in the corner of the ceiling.

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