Allen was in heaven— no, Nirvana…
Well it was definitely paradise, anyway. He wasn't going to sweat those details. He was already sweating plenty, as it was. "Aahhhh… Kanda… Kanda… Ahhhh— Mmmm…"
"Fuck…" Kanda gasped, smirking. "So loud…"
"That's because you're— AAAhhhhh…" After briefly remoistening his lips, the Yuu Kanda had dived back down upon Allen once again. As Kanda coaxed him toward the point of no return, the young exorcist was reduced to pronouncing his monologue of pleasure in a series of high, supplicating whimpers and low, rhapsodic sighs.
It had been just so intense— continuously— since Allen quietly swept the young samurai into his room late that night and was instantly pinned against the inside of the door he'd just finished locking. (The man had arrived unseen thanks to Timcanpy's careful guidance.) Now clothes were strewn all over the floor, and Allen was involuntarily heaving upward with all his might as he climaxed into Kanda's ready mouth.
"Enjoyed that, huh?" Kanda prompted, rubbing the back of his hand against his lips with a distinct air of pride.
"Yesss…" Allen whispered emphatically, eyes closed and panting. He fell into his pillow with a soft whump.In his hazy, scrambled mind, he heard his own voice repeating something over and over: View… eye… la—
"My turn," Kanda not-so-subtly informed his thoroughly blissed-out partner.
Sated for the time being, Allen was all too happy to comply. Wordlessly, he shifted in behind Kanda, who was currently seated in the seiza position. Eager but painstakingly slow fingers lifted and draped his gorgeous curtain of long dark hair over his front. Two differently-textured palms glided back upward from pectorals up to shoulders, where they got straight to work, squeezing out lingering knots and tension.
From here, Allen had intended to ease his counterpart into a prone position, and then eventually supine, so he could knead the stress out of every square inch of Kanda's incredible body before moving on— but intentions went out the window as he took in his lover's reactions. The gentle pressure of palms over his chest briefly raised goosebumps on Kanda's back and elicited a sharp intake of breath. Everywhere Allen's fingers touched, tension melted away without effort. But most provocative of all, Kanda's low moans and the way he rolled his head to one side and the other in rapture; elegant, flowing black hair cascading along each side of his downturned head— these had Allen's heart leaping, as if to hasten the end of his body's refractory timeout.
Instead of an impromptu full body massage, Allen hugged his close colleague from behind, whispering hotly into his ear; "Kandaaa—" Proceeding to kiss a soft line downward from that ear, beyond the joint of the young man's jaw and straight down along his neck, Allen whispered into his skin; "You are so fucking sexy."
When Kanda turned around to face Allen with flames of lust raging behind his eyes, the young Englishman was swept off his feet. Again.
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"Mmmm… fiiiiinally…" Abrupt rises and falls in Walker's pitch produced an alluring esoteric melody, to the taller exorcist's ears. Allen Walker was 'The Musician,' after all. What better way to make music? Kanda couldn't think of a single one. Right now that 'Musician' was doing the conducting; bobbing and rocking to a soft but steady beat; ever-so-gradually picking up the tempo; occasionally arching back in ecstasy. "Mmm… you feel… so amazing."
"S'been… too long," Kanda breathed, quite overwhelmed himself from both the overpowering pleasure and the incredible view before his eyes. His richly hued, muscular frame supported and disappeared into the other's fair and well-toned physique. The two exorcists were joined, moving together, and this was just the way it should be— Something he suspected he knew and expected from the first time he'd allowed the cursed boy's skin to touch his own, on their first mission together.
With a far-too-tender expression on his face, Walker leaned forward, hand reaching out to cup a flushed cheek. Kanda lifted off the pillow to meet him, moaning into the long, slow kiss— a low growl signifying he was drowning in sensation. His eyes remained shut for a time as he reveled in euphoria.
When he eventually opened his eyes again, Kanda saw a panting Allen Walker with his head tilted back as he bounced and thrust his hips faster and faster, bearing down on Kanda's cock. The dark-haired Exorcist was awed by the divine vision of sensuality above him; a contradictory collection of smooth planes and sharp angles and ghostly white hair swaying hypnotically in the darkness. The bewitched Kanda propped up onto his elbows, driving himself upward repeatedly, in time with his lover's heady rhythm. One's needy grunts and the other's ragged breathing filled the air. It seemed neither would last much longer.
Well, it shouldn't have been long, but…
Tap. Tap. Tap… Tap tap tap—
The muted, hesitant rap of a single finger on the heavy wooden door to Allen's room. The thought crossed Kanda's mind that he could reciprocate with a single-digit gesture of his own.
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Lavi, fearful of drawing anyone else's attention, thought about knocking again when he perceived a bed creak and a shocked "What the—" from inside, followed by the distinct clap! of a hand over a mouth.
"ALLEN!" He whisper-shouted in the stillness of the night. "Aaaa-llen! Sorry, I know it's late, but— H-hey, you're up right? I can hear some shuffling around in there. Come on, please open up! I really need to talk."
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So began the cacophony of tap-tap-tapping and pathetic begging.
"Come on, Allen-chan. Pleeeeease?"
"Tch." Kanda collapsed back onto to the bed in defeat; arms spread out to each side, as his Moyashi slumped above him, sporting a decidedly ticked-off knit to his brow. As the mood for lovemaking was dying fast, Walker sighed and got up. Kanda walked his internal litany of curse words over to the restroom, snatching up his clothes along the way.
Walker buttoned on a shirt and released the deadlock to the door; opening it with the chain on. He leaned his upper body into view; legs and ass still bare and glistening behind the door. Kanda peered out from the bathroom door as Walker repeatedly attempted to politely shoo the distressed Bookman away with assurances they'd discuss his sleep-robbing "problem" in the morning.
Kanda expected his annoyance to turn to boredom until he was captivated by a particular tight, round, shiny rear end swinging slowly one way, and then the other, and back and forth, back and forth as its owner's impatience grew and he shifted to his right foot, and left, and then back; flagging (but still hard) cock pressed flush against the door as he rolled from one hip to the other and back.
That's one hell of a way to fidget… Oh wait a minute—
A demonic Kanda moved forward soundlessly, grinning to himself. It was finally time to exact his revenge!
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"But I really don't think I can be of much help to you right now, Lavi. Really."
"It's alright if you just listen, tho—"
"Ah!" Allen yelped and nearly jumped when he felt an unexpected pair of hands sweeping along his hips. He covered for this with an awkward, late-coming chuckle. "Ah-hahahaha! Impossible, Lavi. See, I'm no good at listening when I'm tired. So the morning's probably—"
Lavi narrowed his striking green eye. "You seemed pretty energetic, just now, Allen."
"Oh?" Allen squeaked. "D-d-did I really?"
The young Bookman heir grinned, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Need to take a leak or something?"
"I do feel the need to… relieve myself… you could say—"
Well out of sight of the redhead in the hall, Allen had felt errant palms gliding around to his backside. He unconsciously gripped the fingers of both his hands around the edge of the door for support as another set of fingers kneaded his cheeks suggestively— proverbial putty in Kanda's hands. Allen wrestled with the moan that verged on escaping him, biting down hard on his lower lip, and then clearing his throat loudly as it threatened to rise from within.
"Uhhhh… You alright, there?" Lavi raised an eyebrow in concerned curiosity. "You're looking kinda feverish, man."
"I'm just a little—" Allen paused mid-sentence, wide-eyed and breathless, as something very warm and very wet began to trail relentlessly along his thighs. He faked an exaggerated yawn to cover the shivers and jolts that were overtaking him and the whine of need he needed to suppress at all costs. It took all the willpower he had not to just slam the door shut on his friend and jump his impatient lover. "Delirious! …with lack of sleep. Mmm… m-my bed is calling meeee—" he forced a tortured laugh.
Awaiting his bewildered friend's response with bated breath, Allen's hold on the door tightened so much that his fingers literally sunk into the wood. At the same time slick, teasing fingers caressed his package and slipped into him while lips silently trailed along his ass and all the way down the backs of his quivering legs. Tears were beginning to come to Allen's eyes— betraying his iron-willed restraint.
"O-kaaaay… Maybe you do need some rest, Allen. Let's talk right after breakfast tomorrow, alright?"
"R-r-right…" he squawked, unsure whether Lavi truly failed to see through his paper-thin act, or just didn't want to embarrass him.
Door safely shut, Allen spun around to face a certain merciless samurai and immediately started shoving him backward quite roughly, as if to pick a fight.
"What the FUCK, you sneaky bastard!" he snapped in an angry, emphatic whisper to the entirely unfazed Kanda.
"You mad, Moyashi?" he mocked, sticking out his tongue as Allen had done in the cafeteria. Under different circumstances, Allen might have laughed his ass off at seeing Kanda of all people do such a thing. "You could've pushed me a—"
"Shut the fuck up!" The red-faced Allen snarled as he slammed the dark-eyed devil up against the room's opposite wall.
Kanda only laughed; "Make me, stupid Mo—"
Allen effectively ironed the unresisting Kanda flat against the wall with his body, mashing their lips together angrily. He rammed his rock-hard arousal into one of his partner's thighs. "You vicious fucking tease! Give it to me! NOW!"
"Thought you'd never ask." In a single graceful twirl, Kanda now had Allen between him and the wall. One more whirl for Allen now had them back to front.
Without a word, Allen braced his hands against the wall, pushing up his hips to ease Kanda's entry. Soon the swordsman was back inside, thrusting furiously to keep up with frantic demands of "Faster, you prick!" and "Harder, damnit!"
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Not long later, Walker rolled up the balls of his feet and onto his toes, separating their interlaced fingers so he could claw at the wall as his long-awaited release finally came ripping through him in brilliant waves. Kanda's own intense orgasm, he would later inform the exhausted white-haired exorcist in bed, came tearing along due just as much to that arresting sight and the extraordinarily obscene string of profanities that left the younger man's lips right then as their frenzied pacing up to that point.
Score now acceptably settled, the pair cleaned up, curled up together, and it was Allen who was first to drift off; his head nestled comfortably into Kanda's upper arm. Kanda leaned in and softly kissed his cheek, over the curse mark. Gazing at his peacefully sleeping bedmate; combing fingers through the silvery hairs spilling over his right bicep and onto his pillow, he was certain he couldn't have seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. It wasn't so bad, this feeling. And not so bad feeling it for that bean sprout.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter 4! Let me know? Please? Chapters might be a little farther apart from here on but your reviews will inspire me to write faster! Next: Some more Order hijinks and then onward with a new adventure. :)
