Title: Descent
Pairing: KandaxAllen, TykixAllen
Credit: to Hoshino-Sensei for making such awesome characters for us to fantasize and drool over.
Rating: NC-17, for MEGA ANGST, and Sexual Content
Summary: After an encounter with the Earl, Allen is confined within the walls of the Order. All he wants is that the 14th never existed and to go back to a somewhat normal life. Fate doesn't think so though.
"Ah… hah…" moaned the pitiful voice of Allen Walker. He could feel himself breaking by the constant onslaught of the Noah's attacks. And yet, he fought the 14th every time he could muster up power to block the sin from controlling him. Nothing good ever came out of the 14th's play time. The constant flashes of excruciating pain rivaled far greatly the pains of torture he had received by the hands of Leverrier. His breath kept fluctuating now and again as he felt the Noah roaming through his mind, ripping, destroying those barriers of things he did not want to be let known. He could feel his mask shattering bit by bit, almost revealing his true face to anyone who would see him now. He could not afford that; he just couldn't… and yet…
"How does it feel boy?" That hollow, sinister voice spoke through him, vibrating through his soul and making him shake like a leaf. He didn't want to hear the 14th's voice now. It would only serve to hurt him and he could not be able to afford that. He didn't want his mind to go to turmoil and make him doubt himself. He didn't want anything to go according to the Noah's favor.
"You can feel me taking over, can't you?" the sinful voice dared to snicker at his pain. "I have broken your mask, your shell that you constantly hide behind of. Everyone will know what a fake you are. That the one person they truly love had never even existed in the fist place." He could feel the real threat in that. He had been lying to those around him. He portrayed a happy, innocent child that would smile when everything seemed to be lost. Be the one that would give them reinforcement when they were fighting a losing battle, giving them power to fight just a bit longer. He didn't want those close to him, to know that he was just a hateful child. A child who didn't give a damn about others. Who didn't give a damn if people died around him. He knew that he was this way, but the mask he had put on contradicted what he felt. He did care for people, even when his heart told him to leave the humans to die.
"I will take over soon but I will revel in your pain. I will see how you struggle to deal with the people you say you love without that friendly mask to save you."
"Ah… hah…" moaned that beautiful pained voice. Kanda had tried desperately to block out the young man's vocals but could not avoid that pained moan. He turned to look at the pitiful form to see the boy had been sweating profusely, struggling to cage the Noah that was bound to escape and take over once again. The boy was chained to the grimy wall of a dark cell, just underneath Komui's office. That lithe form arched back into the wall, his neck arching back to show his beautiful, delicate neck. The boy's sinful yet innocent mouth opened, spilling out pained groans, not really being aware of the samurai's presence. He looked like a fallen angel, trapped by those who hated his kind, yet he couldn't help but stare at the poor boy. He thought that he could see the boy glow, even though he knew that that wasn't even possible.
He then noticed that the boy's contorted face began to smooth away, and morph into a blank, emotionless face. He had never seen that face, nor did he think that the boy would have wanted anyone else to see it. He knew that the boy kept secrets from everyone and that maybe… just maybe this face was one of those things they couldn't afford to see. But then… he remembered back at the time when they had meet up again, when he was declared dead by both Lavi and Lenalee. The time he had been fighting with a Noah named Tyki and had lost sight of him. He had accidentally attacked the boy and was surprised to see him alive and well. They had gotten over their constant bickering but when he had seen Allen look at Lenalee's resting form, under the bridge, he had that stoic face. Almost as if contemplating something, but not really contemplating at the same time. He had wondered what had happened to the boy to get him to look like that, to act older than he really was.
A dark snicker echoed throughout the small cell. He shook his heard to banish his reminiscing thoughts. He had a job here to do, ordered by Komui to at least try and protect Allen the best he could if the Noah looked as if he were thinking of doing something brash that would harm the boy in any way. He looked over at the chained boy to stare down at gold, wild eyes. Chills ran down his spine as the boy began to smile psychotically, almost pleased at something he thought of in his mind. He didn't like that look, and any idiot would know that they should steer clear from that look. That smile looked so foreign on the boy's usual soft, innocent features. It looked as if this weren't the boy he knew at all. But now that he thought about it… this was the boy he knew, or a part of him that was usually locked away and had only come out to play recently. He knew that he was staring down at a Noah, but it just never seemed to sit well with him knowing that this was what Allen might become in the future.
"You know… exorcist-san…" voiced Allen in a deep sensual slur that he knew only belonged to the Noah when he was in full control of the boy's body. "This boy here…" he whispered, almost quietly, which had caused Kanda to come forward a bit to actually hear him. The Noah had tilted his head back, looking almost as he were arousal in its form and had flashed the samurai with a flirtatious smile. "… has a delicious looking body, doesn't he?" The samurai felt his mouth going dry as he considered the Noah's words. The boy did look intoxicating and erotic like that in that disheveled form he was now in. But he had willed his wild thoughts away. He had not expected the Noah to so adamantly say something like that. But then again… he probably did expect it since it was a Noah he was talking to, and one that so closely resembled the Noah, Tyki. He felt it best not to respond to the question that still lingered in the air, and had taken upon himself to just look at the 14th in front of him. He did not want to voice out something that he would automatically regret saying. But then again… he never did care what others thought about him. He never did, and why was he starting to care now? It just made no sense at all.
"So you agree?" purred the hypnotic voice again. Cobalt eyes looked up at molten gold with a serious look on his face. He willed himself to not look surprised as he saw the Noah with spread legs, almost tempting to reel him in. The cock of the head was also an alluring feature on the surrendering body before him. He noticed now, that once gold eyes now took on the color of blue-grey. His eyes... He couldn't help but begin to crave the boy. Those opened legs, the way his head was tilted back, the way those eyes looked at him, unwavering, the way his white, silky hair looked disheveled. The way his clothes, especially how his shirt was ripped open to reveal pale, creamy white skin littered with scar like bruises. Never had he seen something so alluring. He wanted to roam his hands through that hair… Roam his hands over that beautiful skin… How he wanted to roam his hands to cup the boy's…
The older man shook his head, banishing those lustful thoughts. He would not be tempted to do anything stupid. To do something he knew he would regret doing because it might just hurt the boy in the end. He told himself that he didn't crave nor lust for the young man, the way he thought he did. He couldn't crave the boy because he so righteously hated the boy. He could not feel lust for someone he hated, could he? It was unnatural to think of lusting over someone he hated, someone he despised. The other thing was that same sex relationships were frowned upon greatly by the church. Looked heavily down upon by people who praised and adored God. But he knew that he didn't give a damn at what they all thought. It didn't affect him at doing his job, did it?
He risked looking back at the young man, and was caught all over again. Those now gold eyes locked in on him and began to reel him in. The samurai began to contemplate on what he should do at this point. He knew that the right thing to do was to leave Allen before he was forced to do something stupid. He should leave the boy there, in the cell, tied up, with no means of being able to escape. But every time he looked at those eyes that flickered now and again, he just couldn't stand leaving the boy to his fate. Couldn't stand leaving him confined when he knew that he could do something about it.
He knew he was going to hell for this. But he also knew that there was no place in heaven for him, even if he did do God's will, and followed the Order. He knew that his hands were tainted by the blood of people from the past. He knew that he was cursed to die and see hell, so he welcomed that fate openly, waiting for it to come. He remembered that the people at the Order he had listened to, believed that they would someday be welcomed in God's presence and be welcomed with his open arms. That fate was for them, not for him. But then he realized, after looking at this young man for relatively a year now, that the boy was just like him. The boy was a martyr and that he had a darker past like him. He knew that the boy had killed his foster father with his innocence but he knew that the boy also had stained hands just like him. Maybe he would die and go to hell, but he knew that he wasn't going to be alone there. Maybe that was the thing he had feared most after life; being all alone.
Memories of that one time, that ONE time he had actually had an intellectual talk with Allen. The boy had been acting lost, almost grieving at the memories of the past. It was like he was looking at himself again. And the way the young man had talked, with restrained calmness and aloofness… it had made the boy look mature. He had looked recollected, almost being at peace of what had happened, just like he had found peace at what he had done. The boy, with his hair down, hiding his face, had looked like a doll. Beautiful yet he knew that this was the only time that the boy wasn't a fake.
"Kanda…" moaned that beautiful voice of his. Dark eyes looked up to meet gold once again. They always seemed to draw him in, even if they were his usual blue-grey, he would feel like he would be lost without that gaze. Yet he knew that he should be taken in by that beautiful face, especially now. He knew that the boy was something that was not for him to touch. Something sacred. He knew this all too well, but it had never stopped him before when he was enraptured by the boy's swaying hips when he saw him walking down the corridors of the Order.
The boy's legs opened wider, almost as if begging Kanda to come in and claim his prize. He felt his body move forward, against his will. This act would usually put someone in great turmoil but that was not the case with him. He openly received being controlled. He let his body take absolute control once he realized that he was heading towards that beautiful boy.
He kneeled down, like a knight in the presence of its king. He then felt his other knee come in contact with the ground and found himself between the boy's spread legs. His eyes roamed over the boy's body almost hungrily as he feasted his eyes on the boy's physical state. He raised his rough hands up to caress the young man's pale cheek, whilst leaning forward to grasp those sweet tantalizing lips with his. He could almost taste the chained boy and while his mind screamed at him to stop and abused him verbally by calling him an idiot, he felt that this was right.
Everything shattered in a moment as Allen turned his face away from him, trembling. It looked as if the cold grasped the boy's body violently but he knew that the boy was holding back something he knew shouldn't be allowed to roam free. The samurai seemed to feel free from the trance and in other cases he would be relieved and pissed that he had been controlled, he felt at a loss. His body burned and ached for something, someone. He couldn't lie to himself now. He longed and wanted this boy for himself. He had always did, but his mind was too stupid to realize it. It had taken his body to show him what he wanted. He wanted to taste those now trembling lips even if it were to cause his untimely fall. He didn't care.
He clutched the back of the boy's soft, white locks, tilting the boy's head up with force, and crushed his lips onto the unsuspecting boy. He tasted so good. He never knew that someone could taste like vanilla. He always thought that a person would taste foul but now that he stayed there, lips locked with this young man, he felt pure bliss. He deepened the kiss, wanting, needing to taste the boy more. Allen had been shocked at the sudden actions of the samurai, but had let himself close his eyes and be taken by the pleasant feeling of Kanda's lips on his. Kanda parted a bit, only stopping to tilt the boy's chin up with his other hand, and resumed with the task at hand. He licked the boy's lower lip, asking for entry, and obtaining it, thrust his tongue in to roam some more. He had been so into it, completely forgetting that he should be on guard. He had failed to hear the patter of soft and even footsteps walking up towards the door.
A knock on the door broke the spell between the samurai. He had ceased in his quest of devouring the boy's lips, but had left a shaking boy behind, being bombarded with pleasure. He parted from his morsel, liking his lips as he saw Allen fall limp on the wall, his head tilting towards his raised arms. He kneeled down again and grasped the boy's chin with his fingers and kissed him once, twice, thrice, before there was another knock on the door. The samurai parted, trying desperately to keep his arousal under control, and his anger under control at being interrupted. The door opened, revealing Komui, standing there looking glum.
"We have been asked to take Allen with us to see the Head of the Order. He wants Allen to cooperate."
"You can't be serious!!" exclaimed a baffled Komui. Allen had been taken to his room by a pissed Kanda, to ensure that he wouldn't do anything traitorous. "We can't do this! This contradicts our beliefs!!" "Silence," commanded the Head of the Order. "If we want to win this war, we must first defeat the Millennium Earl. To do that we must have the help of another Noah from the inside. Allen Walker will act as bait to lure at least one Noah into our grasps, and get him to cooperate with us. He will do it without question! Do I make myself, clear?"
The bed creaked as another body mounted a writhing body. The male above pinned the other's arms to the bed, proceeding to taste those sweet lips again. He couldn't help but attack the boy when he had seen him when he had come in to check up on him. The boy had just gotten out of the shower, water dripping from his hair, and cascading down, in tiny droplets, under the towel. He had been trying to restrain himself from jumping the boy, but the way he had looked up at him, with those wide eyes, he let all control slip from his fingertips.
He now had the boy where he wanted him. He ground his clothed hips to the boy's toweled one and felt sparks of electricity run through his veins. He liked the sensation and couldn't get enough of it. He bent down to raid those beautiful, plump lips again, swallowing those ever present moans of his. He did not want others to hear what Allen Walker really sounded like when pleasured the right way. He was the only one who could hear the boy's delicious moans and cries. They were for his ears only.
All thoughts of the 14th resurfacing where pushed back. He didn't want to think about depressing things. He wanted to pleasure this body, in anyway he could. He could tell that the young man was drowning in pleasure as he rocked his hips into his. The boy threw his head back, moaning, while his legs spread further apart to let Kanda in. The samurai attacked the boy's exposed neck, biting and suckling the soft flesh before him. He continued with his task, leaving small purple marks on the boy's pale, creamy skin.
He wanted the boy so badly. His mind kept telling him to stop before he went too far. His body screamed at him to fuck the boy into the mattress. He wanted to hear the boy's screams of ecstasy when he pounded into his tight hole. To hear his pleasured gasps as he managed to strike that special spot that made him come closer to the brink of release. He wanted to swallow the boy up, tasting everything the body beneath him had to offer.
The samurai bent down, licking and sucking a trail down the boy's neck, coming in contact with the boy's perk nipple. He grasped one of them between his teeth, suckling and biting it to see if it would harden some more. He grasped the other nipple with his fingers, pinching and twisting, reveling in the boy's aroused moans. He abandoned his task at playing with the boy's nipples and went farther down to stop at the boy's inner thighs. They looked so smooth and begged him to mark.
The older man bit down on the inside of the boy's thighs, causing the lost boy to jerk up, arching off the bed, and moaning for more. The man smiled as he proceeded to bite and suck the boy's inner thighs before abandoning that and heading towards the boy's leaking shaft. He gave a long lick up the boy's shaft, purring at how the boy gasped and pleaded for more. He saw the boy move his hands down to lift his thighs up, opening himself fully to the man below. The older man couldn't help but lick the shaft up again, slowly, before engulfing the member into his mouth.
Frantic hands clutched his dark hair, making the man look up as he continued on with his task. He sucked and bobbed his head up and down, while looking deep into blue-grey eyes. He grasped the boy's thighs, pushing them up to get better access to the boy's shaft. He began to fondle the boy's balls with one of his hands that had removed itself from grasping the boy's thighs. He stopped from blowing the boy to lick two fingers and then took back on sucking the boy. He began to play with the puckered whole, earning pleasant moans from the boy. He pushed a digit in, only to move it away before it actually entered the twitching hole. He did it again for about 3 more times before actually slipping a digit inside the warm, tight entrance. That had the boy spilling in his mouth, moaning out his name. Something irked him about how it had been screamed out. It was aroused and guttural but it felt different. He looked up and stopped with what he was doing.
Gold eyes looked back at him through heavy lidded eyes. A pink tongue peaked through the boy's mouth only to lick his lips. The boy smiled and bucked his hip up into Kanda's mouth. He moaned and shivered, closing his eyes, then right afterwards opening them again. "Come fuck me… That's what you want right? I'll moan for you all night…"
Saying that he was pissed was an understatement. He was enraged! He was so close to fucking Allen. So close to rimming his tight ass with his cock. So close to know what it felt like when Allen clutched his organ tight inside him, but the stupid Noah had resurfaced and ruined the mood. He had left the 14th on Allen's bed, recollecting himself and heading towards the door, opening it, and closing it behind him. He hoped that Allen didn't take that personally, if he was aware of what Kanda had done noticing that the Noah had come in and ruined their coupling. He calmed his breathing and strode towards Komui's office, to see what his next mission was. He really wanted to put some time away from remembering how the Noah had used Allen's body when the boy had climaxed. He was still pissed and enraged about that but he would try to put it behind him while thinking of work.
He hadn't heard anything about Allen for a long time. He had been sent off somewhere far from actual civilization, some rural, desolate place on the outskirts of the outskirts of a place near Italy… Yeah, he figured that this was all a useless assignment because he had found the source of what he was looking for, but it wasn't something that he expected. He had found the so- called ghost of the town, but that person turned out to be a little boy, who so happened to like causing trouble for the town. Regardless to say, he had kicked the boy's ass because he had it coming to him. The boy's mother had begun to lecture him about how you could hit someone else's child, but he had given her a scathing look that had shut her up for good.
Now he was traveling with the finder that had accompanied him and needless to say, the poor finder steered clear from the samurai. He didn't want the samurai's wrath to be released on him for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The finder also noticed that the samurai was… somewhat sexually frustrated. Every single time he had seen someone with white hair, for some reason, he'd go chasing that person, and he had always come up with chasing and old man, or weird women who liked having white hair. He cursed and stormed off to the inn they were staying at and locked himself for the night. He never really knew what the man did there. Probably meditated to keep a calm demeanor to help him from doing something stupid. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
He had come back, tired and restless as well. He also had a bad feeling of something but he couldn't really pinpoint what had him angsty as hell. He had begun to feel that way when he had gotten on board of the train to the Order. He felt as if something was going to change in the way that might or might not benefit them. He felt like he had lost something and he didn't like that. But he put all those thoughts behind him. He focused on looking forward to one person he had begun to get closer through because of an accident. He saw a grim looking Lenalee walking towards him. He wondered why she looked so glum. She was always so obnoxiously happy whenever he saw her and it had pissed him off if not less than when he saw Allen smiling with that fake smile. She came up to him and had tried to smile at him.
"Hey, Kanda. Glad you're back. Brother wants you in his office as soon as possible. It's really important."
He walked through the corridors that somehow looked a lot darker than usual. He thought that there would be more people here since there always seemed to be many people there to just piss him off or rub him the wrong way. But this time it was different. He wondered if there had been an urgent mission where all the exorcists had been sent out to deal with it while he was away, but then Lenalee wouldn't have been there to great him. He also began to wonder if there had been a great attack where everyone had been killed. That was a great possibility, a possibility that he couldn't throw out yet.
He reached the door, hearing raised voices. He knew that the voice was Komui's but he had never heard his voice sound so pissed off. There was another voice, which he knew was the Head of the Order. The deep, yet sinister voice of the man was something that he would never forget even if he tried to forget about it. The man's voice seemed calm, almost a great contrast to Komui's hysterical one. He turned the doorknob, opening the door and ceasing all arguments that had been going on. What he saw, he would never have thought he would see in a million years.
Standing in the middle of the room, in front of Komui's desk, while holding Allen by the waist was someone he thought would never in his life time be there. He could not believe how the Order had yet to kill the bastard. He personally disliked how the man held Allen, almost as if the young man was his possession. Allen was his and his blood boiled as the time passed. He would kill the bastard for touching what was his.
The man turned to look at him, and had then smiled at him almost mockingly. He saw the man hug Allen towards his chest almost intimately. "Well, well. Exorcist, I haven't seen you for a while. How've you been?" Dark eyes narrowed at the gold eyes of the Noah of Pleasure, Tyki Mikk.