Happy holidays! Here is the 3rd chapter of It's the Holidays!! I felt the need to put a lot into this chapter…forgive me if its too long… I've been putting so much stuff off, saying "oh, I'll do it later" all the time, its become a horrible habit. I am just...procrastination queen, right here. So, I just uber stuffed this chappy to (hopefully) make up for it a bit. So now you won't hate me! Right?...right?...guys?

Warnings: Smut of the homo variety. Like…legit, smut. :) It was veeerrry fun to write. And cursing. To quote Patrick, they are "sentence enhancers". Yup, just went there.

Disclaimer: Don't own D. Gray Man, cuz if I did there'd be WAY more porn…I mean…no wait yeah, porn. d(^_^d) OR SASSY GAY FRIEND. :D

PS! This goes GREAT with 'Touchin' on My' by 3OH!3, 'My Pony' by Far (NOT Ginuwine), or 'Candy from a Stranger' by Myah Marie. Soooo good…

Kanda POV

"…Aaah," breathed the teen beneath Kanda, his pale hands sliding deliciously up older teen's sides as he leaned forward to let their breath mingle. As their chests pressed flush against each other, the younger boy gasped and arched up against him, the noise going straight to Kanda's groin. He attacked the younger's soft, wet lips, nipping and using his tongue to invade the hot cavern, mapping out what he'd already claimed not half an hour earlier. Kanda's tongue slid languidly across the other's, the intoxicating taste lighting up his blood like fire in his veins.

"Mmng…"

He swallowed the moan, one Kanda smugly knew had resulted from catching the slick muscle with his teeth and sucking on it like candy. The younger teen gave a soft growl and attacked the older's mouth with renewed enthusiasm, the addictive rolling of their tongues was making Kanda's brain short circuit, effectively eradicating his smugness. That didn't stop his hand from running down the pale, slim back, and letting his fingers play with the cold steel of the studded belt when they reached the hem of the other's jeans. He massaged the pale hip with his thumb just beneath the belt-line, teasing, while his other hand wandered from clutching at a slim neck to dragging down the smaller male's toned stomach, earning a long moan that he lapped up hungrily.

"Haa…wow…" the other's lips gasped against his cheek as they parted for air, and Kanda silently agreed.

They pressed their foreheads together so that pale eyes met dark black, and Kanda felt the ache between his legs throb at what he saw. His partner's face was beautifully flushed, his hair disheveled from Kanda's wandering hands, his lips plump and swollen, looking nothing less than delectable. The usually pastel eyes were darkened with dangerous lust that threatened to devour any kind of reason Kanda had left. I shouldn't be doing this, we're both boys, and him moving his hips like that shouldn't feel so good, but fuck, it feels so good, and- oh god he looks so hot with his shirt open like that and-hot? What the hell is —oh fuck! Hello hand, where did you learn to do that? Kanda moaned as the other teen massaged the bulge in his pants, panting heavily and trying to remember what reason was as electricity shot through his skin. He enjoyed it for a few seconds more before grunting and sliding his body forward to crush it against the offending hand, effectively stopping the other's ministrations.

Kanda closed his hands around the desk he had his partner pressed against, holding himself steady, allowing his body to just feel the contact of their chests. The erotic heat from both of their bodies and the hands tickling distractingly down his ribs…and that hot breath against his ear, he could feel the quivering in his own arms, and the muscles of the body beneath him straining with the effort of holding still.

Suddenly, he pulled the younger teen up from the desk, dragging his hands down the boy's back before clutching at his ass. It fit in his hands very nicely, he thought, firm and soft at the same time, and he used his hold to pull the smaller panting body against him. He sucked in a breath as clothed erections pressed together, the inferno once again coming to life. Something was swirling in his lower stomach, reacting like bubbles in a chemical experiment.

"Kanda, how about we go somewhere a bit more private?" the other teen breathed huskily, then grasped at Kanda's shoulders when said teen rolled his hips. He didn't want to move, he wanted to keep going. If somebody saw them Kanda would rip them apart with his eyes for interrupting.

However, the slick body he was holding started to push away. "I'm serious," he said, "I really think we should-" He didn't get to finish as Kanda moved a hand between their gyrating hips to cup at his clothed erection, forcing his eyes to slam shut as he hissed, teeth clenching in pleasure.

"Fine," Kanda huffed in spite of himself, and he slid his hands around to grab more of that soft ass, until he felt the fingers on his back dig into his skin, sparks shooting down his spine.

He's right, he thought reluctantly. They needed to find a better spot than the abandoned classroom they presently occupied. The way things were going he knew that here wouldn't be the best place for…things. He turned his head and kissed the other male passionately, trying to smother his own moans of pleasure before he pulled back, enjoying the dazed expression on the other's face. It suited his partner very nicely.

He gripped a thin wrist before detangling their bodies and rushing out of the classroom. He heard a laugh at his haste but ignored it, turning down a hallway, black eyes searching. A closet door came into site, and he pulled his giggling boy into it with him, slamming the door and barely managing to lock it before the other's hands slipped down his front, and began tugging at his belt. Soft lips burned a trail down his neck, teeth nipping teasingly at his skin before they were replaced with a skilled tongue. Kanda groaned, enjoying the attention. He reached forward in the dark, finding a smooth torso covered in flexing muscle, sliding his hands down lower to tug away the black undershirt, swirling his fingers around the other's navel before continuing south and sinking to his knees, repeating the action and replacing hands with mouth and teeth.

"O-oh… oohh my-," the other moaned, a shaky hand tangling in Kanda's long ebony hair. The dark teen ignored the tug in his now loose hair (when did that happen?) to stare at the none-too subtle bulge in the younger teen's pants. He licked his lips, hungrily.

Leaning forward the older boy began sucking at the smooth skin above the belt of his partner's pants as his hands worked to undo the studded belt. He remembered briefly how delectable the other had looked today with his clever Christmas ensemble. Silver studded belt, red tie with black holly leaves, green and black checkered vest over a black shirt and tight black pants, all pulled together nicely by the black and white top hat; surprisingly punk in comparison to the teen's everyday look. Kanda didn't mind, though. On the contrary he had been highly fascinated with the tight pants idea.

Kanda finally managed the belt out of its loops, the button and fly were undone in a heartbeat, and he sucked one last time on his partner's stomach before removing his mouth with a soft pop and focusing on pulling the clothing out of the way completely.

"K-Kanda, wait!"

He looked up through the gloom at beautiful pale eyes and saw the insecurity there, surfacing though the heated desire and need. He breathed in carefully, noticing the pleasant smell of sex on them, before leaning up to capture those sweet lips. It was a tender kiss, his tongue sweeping a bottom lip in reassurance. It was slow and careful, full of…

Of what?

Kanda knit his brows together in thought before pushing it aside to deal with later. For now he had something else in mind.

He pulled back from the kiss, shifting back down to his knees and letting a small smile slip over his lips. The other boy flushed a nice shade of red, visible even in their dim conditions.

Kanda realigned his sight to the boxers still in the way. He tugged them down, letting the other's member spring forth from the fabric, and Kanda shivered in excitement as he saw that it was bigger than he'd first thought. He leaned forward, past the core of need to lick at the patches of pale thigh. The teen above him whimpered, and he flicked his tongue casually, slowly, painfully slow in fact, over the expanse. Quiet whimpers escaped the other's throat, the hand in Kanda's hair fisting the dark strands until it hurt as Kanda sucked eagerly on the trembling skin of the younger man's inner thighs.

"Ah! K-Kanda!" Kanda's smirk grew, and he grasped the member that was almost pressing against his cheek with a hand, giving a light pull.

"Not unless you say please," he cooed, letting his breath ghost over the hot organ.

He received a sharp glare instead, so he dragged a finger along the other's cock. "Nn! P-please!"

Now, Kanda knew he was evil, but he wished other people understood that it wasn't like he initiated it. People practically threw opportunities at him, opportunities he simply couldn't pass up. This was another one of those, and he chuckled at his own sadistic ways.

"Please what?" he hummed, lazily stroking his fingers up and down, not letting his mouth touch as he enjoyed the quivering of the body before him immensely.

"You mother fu-ngh! …P-please s-suck me, Kanda."

He looked up into the swirling silver eyes of the other boy, removing his hand and placing it on the other's hips, licking his lips slowly.

"That's more like it," he purred, fixing a carnal gaze onto his prey before opening his mouth to put the throbbing heat in his mouth like it was a lollipop—

"HOLY-!"

Kanda fell clean off his bed, bringing the deep blue comforter he was tangled in with him.

What the fuck was that?

He lay on the plush white carpet of his room, staring up at the ceiling. Then he frowned.

He had been dreaming about…something. What was it? Something erotic apparently, he hadn't gotten a hard on like this in a while. But what had it been about exactly? He closed his eyes in concentration, a headache brewing in his skull before a piece of memory surrendered.

Something about another guy, they were…fooling around or something. Kanda couldn't remember exactly, but after a few more moments of thought he figured he didn't need to. Why give a damn, it was just a dream. The teen sat up and stretched, before removing the dark comforter from his limbs while reviewing his schedule.

Breakfast, school, work, homework. Pretty simple. Other than breakfast, long and agonizing to go through, but he'd live. Somehow.

"Kanda! I just wanted to let you know, we're out of milk, I forgot to go shopping yesterday. Sorry!" Kanda simply sighed heavily in response to his mother, suppressing a growl that threatened to spill from his lips. What a fabulous way to start his day, he thought; weird wet dream and nothing to wash the taste from his mouth.

Inhaling, Kanda threw the comforter back onto his bed, grabbed a towel from an in-the-wall shelf and headed towards the bathroom, glancing at the clock to note the time. Before he stepped into the hot spray of water he flicked his I-phone screen to Hedley, set it to shuffle and turned up the volume.

"Trottin on the real world, a hot tub full of hot girls, grindin every frat boy and freak! Line up all the idols who paint on phony smiles, tryin to ride the fast track for free!

Who's the biggest loser, I'll bust the biggest boozer, bigger ratings for every day! And all the soul survivors go strutting on the islands, lying through their teeth for money!" (Hedley, Cha-Ching)

Half an hour later, a dressed and slightly less annoyed looking Kanda trudged down decorated stairs to the kitchen, dropped his bag in a chair and went to the counter.

"Hey buuuuddy." Kanda turned to his sister, his face structured into cold irritation. "Don't look so happy, Kanda, it doesn't suit you," Jeanine continued, huffing some of her short hair from her face, taking a seat at the kitchen table with a cup of what he assumed was coffee in her hand.

Kanda rolled his eyes and turned away from her, deciding he didn't feel like getting into an argument so early. Instead, he focused on what to eat that didn't require milk…which was turning out to be not much. After searching for a few minutes, getting more and more disgruntled as he found nothing but cereal and the fact that Jeanine was just staring at him, he irately sighed and resigned to stopping by the store on the way to school. Trudging over, he grabbed his bag, trying to ignore his sister.

She giggled.

Ignore, ignore, ignore…

She leaned forward in her seat. Kanda twitched.

Get your finger away from me…

He felt the hard jab of a fingernail in his cheek before he whipped his head around to glare at Jeanine angrily. "Fuck off, bitch."

Pretending like she didn't just poke Kanda's face, Jeanine blinked at him with what he assumed was supposed to be an innocent face; she still looked like her average weird devilish imp thing to him. Oh, sorry, a girl. He didn't like them. Well, he didn't "like" anyone, but if he was ever forced to pick a side it'd be the boys. Girls were nothing but annoying wastes of air. Either they were insecure, useless, and frail, or way too strong, too brainy, or overconfident. There never seemed to just be a happy medium, someone that wasn't pathetic or overpowering. Oh well, Kanda didn't care. He tried his best to simply ignore their existence.

Which in his case, as much as he hated to admit, was rather difficult. More often around him than a lot of guys he knew, girls threw themselves at his feet, another reason for his distaste. It was pathetic, like they were trying to prove the female stereotypes by showing little to no self-worth. He sent nothing but evil looks and his worst glares in an attempt to fend them off, but more kept coming. Which made no sense to him, at all.

"Jeanine, be nice. Kanda," his mother crossed the kitchen to kiss his forehead, "calm down. Way too early. I'm buying the milk on my way home today." Kanda scowled at her but relented his brutal eye-daggers attack on Jeanine. Shrugging away from his mother he went to the stairs and jogged back to his room, grabbed his wallet, then came back down to put on his jacket.

"Your brother called while you were at school yesterday, he said he'd be home by the end of the week or so."

Kanda stopped pulling on his coat sleeve to look at his mother exasperatedly.

"What?" Kanda moaned, his tied back hair falling over his shoulder as he leaned towards his mom. "Oh come on, just kick him the fuck out! You did it once, I'm sure you can manage a second time."

"Yes, I did, but that was because he was an unemployed moocher at the time. He's doing much better these days. And you sounded so whiny just now, dear, what are you, 5?"

"I don't believe you. He's a moronic dick, I'm surprised he made it to college. And I didn't whine," Kanda huffed, zipping up his coat.

"Kanda," his sister chimed in, "you should chill out, it's not that big a deal! He's just coming for a visit, not taking over the house to spawn little demon babies." She wiggled her fingers at him and made a face before laughing.

"I don't care," continued Kanda, bending down to shove his feet into his boots. "I am sick of dealing with his fucked up jokes. He can piss off." With that he grabbed his school bag and car keys and slammed the door behind him.

"…"

"…"

"I think he took that pretty well, actually," murmured Jeanine, leaning on her palm. "Right, mom? He's thrown bigger tantrums than that."

"Hm…Yeah, I think so, too." The older woman twirled a lock of long black hair as she watched the door her youngest had just left from. Yes, he really hadn't been that upset. Hideki and Kanda…she really wished they could one day get along, but she knew that was impossible. Hideki was a whirlwind of change, a mastermind of plotting and a man hungry for fun. Sometime, though, she truly wondered why he picked on Kanda so much.

*back with Kanda*

Kanda sighed, slamming the car door closed and hefting his bag, shoving the last of his donut in his mouth. Dark thoughts swirled in his skull concerning his brother, a headache already pounding at his temples. Most people he knew thought that his hate for his brother was dramatic, over the top, and there were so many times when he was younger that he was simply ignored when he got upset. No one had yet to understand where his passionate dislike came from, even though it was just so obvious.

In Kanda's eyes, Hideki was a certified, resilient, persistent bastard, clever and cruel (1). So many of Kanda's memories were infuriating experiences with pranks, spars, and humiliating moments he'd rather forget but never could. Hideki had started out just pranking Kanda, simple things like glue in his shampoo and plastic wrapping everything on his desk.

But on Kanda's ninth birthday things quickly escalated. He had been resistant to any present opening, but after a good talk with his mother had obeyed and sat in the living room, impatiently tugging off the wrapping paper. Then he opened Hideki's gift. In the box sat a huge, live tarantula, its hairy arms ghosting the edges of the cardboard. His mother had completely flipped, screaming and fleeing the room while his sister leapt off the couch with a shout. Hideki had fallen over laughing at the stunned silence of his little brother, then nearly died when said little brother followed his mom out of the room with a squeak.

Since then, Kanda had gone through hell with all the stupid pranks Hideki had rained on him, one that gave his mother a heart attack was removing the car's doors completely the day after he'd gotten his permit. At some point he'd managed to put a hideous blue dress on a struggling Kanda, take pictures and then duct tape him to a wall for 3 hours. That particular event had been reason enough for Kanda to start martial arts, which he found he was very good at.

Later, before Hideki had gone off to college he challenged Kanda to spar with him. At first Kanda was glad to have a chance at kicking Hideki's ass. Instead, he only managed to get Hideki away from him by threatening to stab him. The fight several hours, and Kanda had walked away with more bruises than he had hair, and not all were on his skin. He felt pathetic after that, pride trampled on as he trained harder in his martial arts classes.

The Christmas before Hideki left, however, had been the last straw. He had managed not to murder his brother in his sleep for 15 years, managed to not strike out in a blind rage whenever his brother was near. But that Christmas had been the most humiliating thing Kanda had ever been through.

Sparks went off in Kanda's head as he stalked through the school doors, boiling hot anger replacing the blood in his veins and flushing his cheeks, and he inhaled sharply. Don't think about it, he told himself firmly, exhaling and rolling his shoulders a bit. His mom had been right, it was too early. Still, he was going to need to find an escape from his impending doom at the end of the week. Maybe Lavi could-

"Morning, Yuu!"

Speak of the red-headed devil, Kanda thought, nodding to the energetic teen.

"Hn."

"Aaaah, I love you, too," Lavi said, entertaining a mildly bored expression. "Listen! You're going to my party next week, right?"

"What day is it?"

"Friday," sang Lavi, pulling his hand out of his pockets to pull off his bag as they arrived at his locker. Kanda let his own bag drop from his should to the ground, leaning against the lockers.

"Can I crash at your place till then?"

Lavi looked up at him from pulling books from his locker, his green eye questioning. Then realization struck.

"Are you serious?" he asked, straightening up as he snatched a binder from the top of his locker, giving Kanda a skeptical look. "You sure? I mean, me and the Panda don't care, but are you sure you don't wanna—" he was cut off by a glare. "Okay, okay, fine. Sheesh, Hideki's not gonna kill you like you think, man. Anyways, I'll let you stay over on one condition!"

Kanda raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet. Knowing Lavi, it was probably something stupid that wasn't going to be much of a condition.

"Okay," Lavi leaned closer, glancing around conspiratorially before continuing, "I need you to get me out of Health until we go on break next week. Okay? I don't care how you do it, what you say, or who you make disappear, I just need out." He looked at Kanda again, jerking his thumb over his shoulder for emphasis.

"What?"

"No questions, no comments, and I'll let you stay for the week. Hell, I'll let you stay as long as you want, just get me out of that class!" he hissed, now tugging on Kanda's arm. "Please? You're clever and scare small children, you can figure out something!"

He looked at Kanda pleadingly, now clutching his arm in a vice grip. Kanda shrugged him off, looking at him disdainfully. He didn't really care why Lavi wanted to skip so badly, but if it meant he didn't have to see Hideki then who was he to complain?

Kanda let his eyes wander the busy halls, his mind working. After a few moments of thought, he nodded.

"Fine. Anything you don't want me to do? Rules?"

"Really? No! No rules! Do whatever, I don't care! I just need to not be there for the period and not get in trouble for it. Anything goes, fair game! Yuu, just go ahead and move in with me. Seriously. Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Tempting, but it's just for the holidays. And stop calling me Yuu."

"Okay, buttercu—" Kanda smacked a hand over Lavi's grinning mouth, gritting his teeth.

"Just...no nicknames," Lavi rolled his eyes before crossing his arms, giving Kanda a pointed look signaling it was safe to let go.

"Alright, jeez. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Kanda crushed his eyebrows together in thought, ignoring Lavi's comment as the red-head finished zipping up his bag. Annoyingly enough Kanda hadn't woken up in his bed this morning at all, but on the floor. Cause of some dream that I can't even remember…

For some reason, he really wanted to remember that dream. It felt like it had been important, about something that he really wanted to know and was just out of reach. If he could just remember something about who else had been in that dream—

"Oh hey, Allen." Lavi's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Kanda looked up to see the red-head smiling at someone behind him. Turning, he flinched at the sudden proximity of the smaller teen. He had been standing directly behind Kanda, and as he completely turned it left mere inches between their bodies, Kanda's nose almost brushing the pale forehead of the other boy. He heard the barest intake of surprised breath before the other teen stepped back, squaring his slim shoulders and bringing his gaze up to meet Kanda's.

The pastel grey eyes that locked with Kanda's dark ones didn't waver at the menacing stance the dark teen now held, and Kanda felt his heart speed up at the defiant glint in those depths. For a moment, he felt like they were gauging him, sizing him up without looking away, an analytical glance that spoke of a hidden challenge to a silent game. And yet, just beyond the hidden aptitude of a scientific if not wicked brilliance, there was anxiety. It was a caution that was ready to throw mental barriers everywhere, ready to escape any danger. Something in that vigilant shade of ashen grey looked broken, powerless, scared and ready to lash out like a beaten dog. This gaze forfeited its owner's jaded mind, the hostility barely replacing the fear. For one part of a second, Kanda felt lost in those sharp grey eyes, enraptured by the cautious test being made that silenced him into watching and yet urged him to speak, to yell, to argue.

And then they blinked, the world around him returned, and he felt his lungs release a breath he didn't realize he's been holding. The other teen continued to watch him warily, though his lips were curved up ever so slightly into a small, playful smirk.

Kanda felt his shoulders go ridged at that stupid little smile, his glare returning now in full force as he aimed it at the shorter male. What the hell was he smiling about?

"Hey, Lavi. You must be Kanda, right?" The shorter teen smiled dryly at Kanda, eye's narrowing. "I'm Allen, the guy you picked a fight with the other day? Pleasure to meet you." His smile grew slightly.

Kanda nearly rolled his eyes; he knew who he was by now, and his cheek still fucking hurt. Lavi had Skyped him later that same night just to tell him about Allen and that he should really stop attacking everyone, and how was he supposed to make new friends if he beat them up all the time…and something about Tyki Mikk that Kanda had ignored.

Now, as Allen looked at him, he just felt annoyance bubbling up again. Something about the kid just ticked him off, how he just looked so pathetic and scrawny, something about his attitude that annoyed Kanda to no end and that made him want to wipe that stupid little smile off his face. It was irritatingly familiar.

He was about to reply with an insult when he heard Lavi cough behind him, and he actually did roll his eyes. Leave it to Lavi to try and keep the peace.

"Yeah, whatever. Kanda Yuu." He crossed his arms, hefting his bag.

"Yuu?" The younger teen's smirk flashed into a genuinely surprised smile, and he gave a small laugh. "Well that's cute."

Lavi gave a short laugh, striding over to Allen and slapping a hand on his shoulder while taking the time to glance at Kanda's lethal expression. Said teen eyed the hand critically, irked at the closeness of it. Then he mentally slapped himself for losing focus. That kid had just called his name fucking cute.

"What? Cute? Pssh, how could you say 'Yuu' is anything less than masculine?" he said, mussing up the gray hair (Kanda felt another small stab of annoyance at this). "Besides, if you were to say that anything of my dear friend was cute, it'd be his hair. And that's putting it lightly, it's really pretty if you get him to put it down. And if you can manage to French braid it just right, like, really tightly with some silver threads in it… oh, and maybe add some eye-shadow—like, indigo or pearl, they complement his eyes and skin so well—, get a really dark lipstick—like a deep rouge or something—then I swear to god, you could stuff that boy in a kimono and nobody'd know she's a he." He smiled happily at the both of them, his mental image of a dolled up Kanda simply flawless whilst completely forgetting what his main point had been.

Then his smile faltered a bit as he caught sight of a steaming Kanda and a snickering Allen.

"What? This guy could school in drag! People would willingly be his bitch if he strutted around in heels! But never green, orange or pink, babe, it'd be fashion suicide…and homicide, I'd keel over if I ever saw you wearing those. Just, ew." Allen stared at him, unsure of whether to laugh or to applaud. Kanda wasn't sure whether to be exasperated or to hit him. Sometimes Lavi was just too—

"You are so gay." Kanda looked to Allen who seemed to have been on the same track as him. He looked unsurprised, though he smiled up at the red-head all the same. "Did you recite that from a magazine or something? Tell me you did."

"What? No! And thank you. It's good to know that my true colors are still showing through." Kanda rolled his eyes at his friend, his previous anger at being called pretty and a good drag-queen candidate overlooked.

"What're you talking about? We can't see your roots yet," he said, moving his hands to his pockets and leaning against the lockers.

"Not those colors! I told you, it's naturally this color!" Lavi yelled pulling his hand away from Allen to jab a finger at his hair. Kanda felt some satisfaction in knowing that Lavi had returned to keeping to himself, then shook his head at the strange thought. What the hell?

"Oh please," said a feminine voice, and Kanda turned to look at Lenalee as she came to stand beside him. "You totally dye your hair." She smiled sweetly at the red-head, his cheeks puffing up indignantly at the teasing.

"Do not!"

"Do too."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"What are you doing? What, what, what are you doing? My roots? Your standing next to me and what could be the best drag-queen in the country with your black roots showing and you wanna talk about my hair?"

"Shut up, I'm gonna buy more green hair dye tonight…" she said, plucking at a green streak in her long hair. Then Lenalee looked up at Kanda doubtfully, who looked back at her dryly. "The best drag-queen, hm?"

"Only if he lets me do his wardrobe," Lavi sighed, now inspecting his nails. Lenalee examined Kanda's face for a second before turning back to the red-head.

"But…he's a total stud."

"And? Just don't put him in anything with spaghetti straps."

"I suppose that might work, but—"

"It would, he'd be stunning in a long-sleeve v-neck."

"…Maybe a navy blue halter-top with a black leather demi-jacket?"

"Oh, I like where you're going! Add a silver scarf and shoes and he'd break necks."

Kanda stared at Lavi, then to Lenalee, and then back. Lavi was looking at him hungrily, like an artist would look at a blank canvas, while Lenalee was copying his eagerness as she looked the dark haired teen up and down. "Now wait a—"

"Damn, we'd make a good team," interrupted Lavi, hand on his hip, "now, can we move on from hair colors and look to the more worrying crisis of today's so called fashion?"

Lenalee giggled, shaking her head. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Just as Kanda took a breath to interject his complaint the bell rang for first class to start, the semi-crowded hallway becoming a busy mess of students.

"Let's go, you stupid bitch," laughed Lavi, grabbing onto both Lenalee and Allen, who had temporarily been forgotten, and began dragging them off. Before they were lost in the crowd, Lavi gave Kanda a look, said "She's such a stupid bitch," and flicked his red hair in a mock impression of a very sassy gay friend.

Kanda just stared at his friends' retreating backs, jaw slack at the fact that he one, had been called 'cute', 'pretty', and 'drag-queen material' several times in 5 minutes and humans were still walking, two, hadn't tried to deck the guy who'd started the whole conversation, and three, had gotten annoyed at Lavi for touching the shrimp. Which was retarded. Totally irrational. Maybe…maybe he just didn't want Lavi touching his prey. Yeah. Allen had revenge coming to him for calling his name cute, and Lavi wouldn't get in the way.

Kanda closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was fucking losing it. Stupid, fucking holidays. Everybody goes bat-shit crazy this time of year.

"Whatever, just, what the fuck ever," he muttered, completely ignoring a few girls that stared at him in awe while he shoved past them, already feeling overwhelmingly tired and wondering how today could get any worse. His day sucked so bad and it had barely even started.

Allen POV

Allen's day had started off without incident. In fact, he thought that the snow was even more beautiful than the day before, glittering in the sun like it was happy to see him. As he had been eating breakfast that morning, every bite sent a small jab of pain to his still mildly bruised cheek, and each bit of pain was a reminder to just how nice the day was to be.

Yes, today was going to be great. Allen had found the necessary tools for his method of payback the night before after a long hour of searching on his laptop without results. But then a certain file had crept up and Allen had almost purred in satisfaction. That file was nothing less than perfect, and he had completed step one of his plan happily before turning in for the night.

Even now, as he managed his way through the paths in the snow-covered sidewalk, Allen couldn't help but smile with anticipation. The only trick now would be to get through step two without the bastard realizing what he was doing. Luckily, when he and his step-father had lived in China for a while he had picked up some very useful computer hacking tricks that he'd learned at the time to keep the boredom at bay. Now he had the chance to actually use them, and that was just another thing to improve Allen's day.

Stepping into the warmth of the school, Allen glanced around carefully, checking for either long dark hair or short red. When he found none, he pulled out his phone and started up a file, double checking the number Lavi had given him before pressing send. Snapping his phone shut he looked around again, hoping nobody had noticed him, glad to see that at this school he was practically invisible.

Now that things were rolling, Allen set out into the school, glancing down the hallways for a few minutes before spotting who he'd been looking for. Kanda was walking with Lavi towards the red-head's locker, and Allen felt a bit smug at how perfectly this was playing out. He'd been expecting to find Kanda alone and would've had to resort to pick-pocketing to get the asshole's phone without being noticed, something he didn't want to resort to. But with Lavi there, Allen knew it was going to be a lot easier to get through step two undetected. Not a guarantee, Allen noted as Kanda leaned against the wall of lockers while Lavi grabbed different binders and books. If Lavi saw him before he finished Allen would have to think of an alternative, and very quickly. Not impossible, but again, something he didn't really want to resort to.

Allen creeped up closer to the pair, thanking his small build as he pressed himself down and out of site, trying his best not to get the attention of the increasing students passing by. Thankfully, everybody at this school was so "must-stick-out" oriented that Allen was easily lost in this sea of fellow freaks.

"—stay for the week. Hell, I'll let you stay as long as you want, just get me out of that class!" Lavi hissed, now tugging on Kanda's arm. "Please? You're clever and scare small children, you can figure out something!"

Allen chose to ignore commenting on that, focusing instead on the flashing screen of Kanda's iPhone. The bastard had had it in his school bag, which made it that much easier to get a hold of. If it'd been in his pocket, Allen would have had to stay hidden behind Kanda while trying not to feel him up (for the phone, people!).

"Fine," the dark teen huffed after a few seconds of silence. Allen almost jumped at the deep baritone that sounded above him, having been engrossed in hacking the small device. "Anything you don't want me to do? Rules?"

Allen scrunched his brow, wondering what it was he was listening to as he hacked away.

"Really? No! No rules! Do whatever, I don't care! I just need to not be there for the period and not get in trouble for it," the excited red-head babbled. "Anything goes, fair game! Yuu, just go ahead and move in with me. Seriously. Thank you!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Kanda replied. "Tempting, but it's just for the holidays. And stop calling me Yuu."

"Okay, buttercu—" Allen barely registered a small slap, finalizing the program now on the iPhone and began hurriedly erasing his tracks. His thumbs were starting to hurt from moving them so quickly after not hacking like this in a while. He distantly remembered how his fingers used to fly with the disturbing speed of a Russian being chased by a smiling Belarusian.

"Just...no nicknames," Kanda continued, his tone warning. And mildly sexy, Allen thought.

"Alright, jeez. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Another annoyed huff and Allen was turning the volume up to full and slipping the phone back into the pocket he'd pulled it from, thinking he'd taken long enough and that it was time to join the conversation. He stood just as Lavi slammed his locker closed, and he found it hard not to smile gleefully (and undoubtedly creepily). Step two, executed perfectly.

"Oh hey, Allen," Lavi said, grinning.

Before he had the chance to reply, the tall dark teen in front of him turned quickly, and Allen found his sight filled with a wall of pale flesh and neck and smooth, accented collarbones, the divots of the bones looking like they'd fit a tongue perfectly. The strong scent of cologne and spice and something else cool and delicious attacked his nostrils, and Allen gasped at the air as his brain floundered from the assault of his senses. He barely managed to step back and avoid collision, though he felt what he was pretty sure was the other's nose brush his forehead.

He inhaled again, clearing his brain of the momentary paralysis of his cognitive skills (NO, that didn't mean he was admitting Kanda was a brain ninja) and the highly inappropriate blush that threatened to bubble up to his cheekbones. Squaring his shoulders, Allen blanked his face of everything but a coy plastic smile, fixated just so to indicate the enmity he had without making it a cheeky invitation to war. This was a careful art he had mastered when he lived in Beijing; almost entirely disguising his hostility with the universal sign of neutrality, but not revealing it enough to pick a fight. A clever trick to play the devils game.

And the devil's game he did play. Allen smoothly welcomed the onslaught of glaring, having expected it. Kanda didn't really do much else. But the longer he stared back into those deep black orbs, the more he saw that which was roiling at the edge. A black burning chasm, the depths unknown with a passion that reared its proud head like the gate keeper of hell. An intelligence that was sharp as a steel wire pulled taught, unnerving and ever present, enticing Allen to pull at the cable and take the fruit of the serpent. These eyes hid raw power, a fierce, angry inferno tamed by smoke, and Allen felt like he might burn.

And yet, amongst the blazing edges of this brutal tenacity, laid a ghost of a calm sea, the guilty promise of shallow tides and quiet waves serenely lost. No fire, no hate, just placid water and slow heart beats…

And then it was gone. Allen needed to blink. But those eyes held so much, he couldn't help but be very curious to investigate the beast that lurked there. And yet he didn't feel the need to worry about being around this power. He wanted to see what he could do to bring it out.

Allen kept his face from changing from his façade smile though he did internally splutter. He wanted to see what he could do to what now? As interesting as that had been, he hated this douche-bag. Stupid fucker would be kissing revenge's hand as it slapped his face today, and the only reason was to get back at the ass. Only reason. Seriously.

"Hey, Lavi. You must be Kanda, right?" The shorter teen smiled dryly at Kanda, letting his eyes narrow. "I'm Allen, the guy you picked a fight with the other day? Pleasure to meet you." Lay it on thick, you aren't doing anything but officially introducing yourself…no hacking or diabolical plans, nope, not here.

Dumbass.

He watched Kanda's lip twitch with mild interest, and the dark teen opened his mouth for an expected insult. A cough came from where Lavi was standing beside the two, and Kanda's inhale stopped short. Allen could've sworn he heard him growl.

"Yeah, whatever. Kanda Yuu." He crossed his arms, hefting his bag.

Dumbass? He meant Jackass. That's right, capital J ladies and gentlemen.

'Yuu?' Isn't that what Lavi…Yuu? This guy? Ha!

"Yuu?" Allen couldn't help the small giggle that bubbled its way up his throat, and he figured since he'd already had one plan rolling that was probably putting his life in danger, what was a penny for his thoughts but loose change? "Well that's cute."

Lavi gave a short laugh, striding over to Allen and slapping a hand on his shoulder while taking the time to glance at Kanda's lethal expression.

"What? Cute? Pssh, how could you say 'Yuu' is anything less than masculine?" he said, mussing up the gray hair of the shorter male. "Besides, if you were to say that anything of my dear friend was cute, it'd be his hair…" Allen watched Kanda's face grow steadily more and more furious as Lavi rambled, and Allen noticed that his skin was gaining actual color across his cheeks from Lavi's shpeil about make up. And yes, Allen agreed with Lavi; pearl would match Kanda's eyes stunningly.

Here is where he let himself fall into the back ground a bit; making himself stick out too much before a prank would simply be making it more obvious. Though he seriously doubted that Kanda wouldn't come after him, he would prefer to treat this professionally anyways; he had a title in Italy that he would like to keep polished, thank you.

Allen listened to Lavi for a minute, and he couldn't help but laugh at how flamboyant he was being; though Lavi was gay, he never actually tried to show it off. He was doing an excellent job so far though, with one hand on his hip and the other resting on his cheek, flipping sass like a white girl can't. Even when he caught site of Kanda's angry expression, Allen was finding it hard to be surprised at the red-head's courage to taunt the beast. It was like he was stepping into a dragon's den, ignoring its claws and teeth and telling it it looked like a hippo; completely insane but completely Lavi. Who he had saved in his past life to get such an amazing friend, Allen didn't even know.

"You are so gay," he chuckled out, not letting his presence be stamped out completely. "Did you recite that from a magazine or something? Tell me you did." Seriously, there was no way Lavi could know that much about make-up, right? Allen was terrible at color coding anything, so he usually stuck with his usual, unnoticeable pale and dark colors.

"What? No! And thank you. It's good to know that my true colors are still showing through."

"What're you talking about? We can't see your roots yet," Kanda calmly said, leaning against the lockers. Bastard, acting all cool like you didn't just get told you'd look hot in a dress.

"Not those colors! I told you, it's naturally this color!" yelled Lavi, jabbing a finger at his fiery hair.

"Oh please," said a feminine voice, and Allen smiled at her as she came to stand next to the bastard. She nodded to Allen then smiled happily at Lavi. "You totally dye your hair."

Allen let their voices fade into background noise, the hallway suddenly feeling a little colder than it was a minute ago. A chill ran up his spine, and he felt the hairs at the back of his next stand up. He looked around, his grey eyes scanning the crowd of students now filling the halls. Something didn't feel right…like someone was watching him—

Silver eyes met gold, and Allen felt himself go stiff. A girl with dark spiked hair and dressed in gothic Lolita, was staring at him with wide, cold eyes. A swirled rainbow lollipop sat in a dainty hand, a black butterfly drawn on the back of it in swirling designs. Her skin was dark, tan like Mr. Mikk's but it didn't suit her like it did the health teacher. She looked bleached, almost grey, but not the least bit tired. She sat carelessly on the edge of a water fountain on the other side of the hall, her lace-covered legs crossed gracefully, and Allen noticed in her other hand not occupied by candy was a strange, purple umbrella, a mid-cackling pumpkin sitting at the top. The white and purple dress she wore made her look surreal, and Allen felt his skin crawl under her golden gaze.

Those eyes raked shamelessly over him, and when her eyes came back up to his face, she took a small lick of the lollipop.

She smiled.

Allen felt like he was watching the devil smile.

"Lets go, you stupid bitch."

A hand tugged on his arm, ripping him away from the icy stare of the girl. Lavi confidently dragged him away, Lenalee on his other side, and as he was shoved forward Allen heard Lavi turn back to Kanda (suddenly left alone) to say "She's such a stupid bitch."

…whatever the hell that meant.

Allen inhaled. People at this school were nuts, that was for sure. Weirdest people ever.

Da fuck da fuck da fuck da fuck (later)

It was a few hours later that Allen found himself walking into the boys bathroom on the second floor, flicking his thumb across his phone's screen. He'd been wondering since parting ways with the Jackass if this really was okay. He barely even knew the guy, and yet here he was, hijacking his phone, messing with his head…but was it really worth it?

Allen remembered the god he laid eyes on when he managed his way to the boy's locker rooms a few days ago, the smooth pale skin, the haughty black eyes, and the muscles…and then he remembered afterword, and being punched, twice, and getting dragged to the office, and being called short several times…

Yeah, this asshole deserved it. He'd live.

Allen leaned against the bathroom sink. His phone was held casually in his hand, his smile only slightly creepy as he inhaled and counted to ten. Satisfaction was buzzing through his veins already, his thumb hovering over the send button as he closed his eyes. How long would it take for Kanda to figure it out? To find him? And, more importantly, how long till he managed to get to his phone? Allen hoped to any and every deity that existed that it took him at least 24 seconds. It would make is life.

Grey eyes flicked open to stare at his thumb.

8…

9…

10.

Allen pressed send.

YOINK, and we're done. Oh lordy was that tough to write.

(1) Hideki- this name's characters mean "splendid opportunity", which is all that his mom wants for him in life, the opportunities…I dunno, I thought it was sweet)

BIG NOTE - the part in Allens pov where he was staring up at Kanda? Well, it wasn't tough to write but I can understand how itd be tough to understand. I was tired when I wrote it so, yeah. TRANSLATION FOR THE CONFUSED (*if you weren't then ignore*)—the devils game, seduction; roiling at the edge, Kanda has serious issues w/ his bro and the general population but he keeps most of it in; passion, Kanda seems to me as a passionate soul, someone that knows devotion like he knows how to punch…in other words, a passionate dude; steel wire, its sharp its clean, and yet its deadly and strong…u don't wanna fuck with this guys so even tho it says wire its damn scary wire; take the fruit of the serpent, as in he wants to see just what would happen if he tested those smarts/that cutting wire- enticing him to test a destructive force; tamed by smoke, a fire can't really be tamed by smoke so I'm saying that though Kanda may "try" to keep his anger away he doesn't really…duh, but its the thought that counts yeah?

OKAY, so that was long. No, not a penis joke. Anyways. DUDE. Wrote it all out in like, 2 hours, cheers to me, yeah? Yeah. :) Well? What did you think? It was good? Awful? Damnable? Sexy? I must say, I had fun writing that first part. Smut is fun. Fun indeed.

PLEASE! Leave a review, I love them so much! My past reviewers; Random Bestpectacled Otaku- the Japanese last chapter said "please read and review! Thank you!";Lazy Kitty Hyuu- GOSH, I read this and practically cried! You are an angel my dear! Thank you and I hope you enjoy the rest of this story! :DDD;LadyFayte- Thank you…I feel like a moron. I don't even know where I came up with those nationalities….yes, thank you. Really, big help :)

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