Allen really didn't understand what was going on other than the fact that Kanda was on top of him. Allen was laying down on the satin sheet covered bed, his sweatshirt pushed up and Kanda touching him. "Ah, Kanda!" Allen squirmed, yet still didn't push away. He was a masochist, and Kanda was his sadist. The perfect match. Allen wanted to see how far Kanda could go.

"Shut up, Moyashi." Kanda growled, kissing Allen hard on the lips. He traced his fingers on Allen's skin, moving up his sweat shirt and teasing his nipples. Allen let out a loud moan, arching his back to get more of the action.

"Mmmm, Kanda." Allen's face had turned red and it was hard for him to breath, yet he was surviving it all. Kanda wasn't some rapist like Allen had thought. He was just some horny Japanese man who needed to be laid. And he liked it rough.

Poor Allen was grabbed by his sides and twisted in a whole different direction. This time his back to Kanda, and his face in the pillows. Kanda continued to mess with Allen's nipples, making them stand up in pleasure. He managed to get the sweat shirt entirely off of Allen and threw it to the side. It landed on the ground in a soft manner. That was when Kanda's hands changed there destination. One made it's way to Allen's mouth, sticking to fingers in, pushing down his tongue.

Allen's eyes began to water as he tried swallowing, but Kanda's fingers were prohibiting that. Saliva dripped from the sides of his mouth. The motion from Kanda also made it so Allen's couldn't speak. All he could do was moan out because of the pleasure Kanda was giving him.

Kanda's other hand, let go out Allen's abused pink nub and traveled down to his pants, teasing Allen's hardness through the tented fabric. "See, you're enjoying this." Kanda whispered into Allen's ear, while nibbling on his lobe. "What will happen if I press down hard on you?" Kanda asked in a deep tone, all the while pressing on Allen's hardness.

Allen squeaked, pushing back away from Kanda's hard touch, only to press against Kanda's crotch, while was as hard as Allen's was. "Ngh..." Allen rocked his hips back, wanting Kanda to continue. And that was exactly what Kanda did. He slipped a hand inside Allen's pants once, getting them open.

"You're all wet." Kanda grabbed hold of Allen's man hood and squeezed. Allen moaned out, loving the way he was being touched. He needed more. Once Kanda freed Allen's mouth, the younger spoke.

"More, Kanda." He panted, saliva dripping down his chin. "I- I want you."

Kanda smirked, pulling Allen's pants down and then his own. As Allen's pants rested at his buckled knees, Kanda had thrown his off. They landed right next to Allen's sweatshirt. With his fingers from Allen's mouth all slick with saliva, Kanda now had his own personal lubricant. He took his hand to Allen's entrance and plunged a finger in.

"Ah!" Allen's instantly tightened around Kanda's finger, squeezing his cheeks together until Kanda's pushed them back open to press another finger inside. He then began a scissor like motion, loosening Allen's up for something much bigger. Kanda didn't want to hurt Allen after all.

When Allen was all loose, Kanda slid his fingers out, a suctioning noise coming from the action. He then spread Allen's legs far apart, revealing his puckered whole. Kanda was throbbing. He needed release. He soon jammed himself inside, pushing deep into Allen's cavern. "A-Ah!" Allen moaned out, his abdomen tightening, and his penis jerking upwards in delight. "M-more!" Allen pushed his hips back, making sure Kanda filled him to the brim.

Allen's cell phone laid on the floor, turned off still.

"Hey... Yeah... I don't know what could of happened to him... yeah... Okay... goodbye." Lavi hing up his cell phone. He wished he would enjoyed Hawaii when he got there, but his missing friend was a big problem. "Allen, where are you?" Lavi said out loud. He was at his hotel and everything. He had just gotten off the phone with his grandfather. They were trying to figure out the dilemma with Allen missing.

Lavi pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes. "I should have waited for him before I got onto the plane. What if he got kidnapped?" Lavi shivered. He thought of all the things that could of happened to Allen.

Got lost in the air port. "It' can happen." Lavi groaned. Allen's sense of direction was horrible. They should have just stuck together from the beginning. Lavi hit his head on his hotel room door. He slipped the card key inside the slot and the door opened up for him.

He got kidnapped. "That could happen also! Poor little Allen is so small and probably couldn't fight back. Oh no!" Lavi threw his bag onto the bed when he entered the room. It was lonely in the room without Allen there. Lavi was going to bring Allen along for the trip for a reason.

He was hoping that the trip would bring them together. He and Allen had fooled around as teenagers, but never did much with it after that. Lavi had this feeling for Allen. He loved his best friend, and hoped that soon Allen would notice. The trip was all for that purpose, but now Allen was missing and wouldn't answer his phone no matter what.

"Oh, Allen. I hope you're okay." Lavi plopped down on the bed and groaned. He wanted to enjoy his Hawaiian vacation, but that wasn't going to be happening any time soon. Lavi couldn't even settle down and wait for a call from Allen, or worse, a call from the police, saying they found his dead friends body in some ditch. "Where could you be?" Lavi whined.

Little did he know.

Allen was curled up in the black satin sheets of the large bed. He was alone. His body was hurting, mostly his lower regions. Kanda had gone off somewhere, and when Allen's heard running water, he figured Kanda had gone to take a shower. The single window in the room was near the bed, Allen reached for the curtains and moved them out of the way.

The sky was brightening up from the horizon. It was already the next day. "We did it for a long time." Allen groaned, trying to sit up, but Kanda was really rough with him and it hurt to move only in the slightest way. Allen laid back down on the bed, pulling the blanket over top of him. He thought that he might as well get some sleep for now. He only slept a little on the plane, but was continuously woken up by Kanda, who was air sick.

Allen was exhausted, he dug his face into the plush pillow on the bed and snuggled within his blanket. He soon fell asleep to the calm sound of water running, closing his eyes and succumbing to the exhaustion Kanda had given him.

As Allen slept in the big bed, Kanda had just gotten out of the shower. He had cleaned away his sex sweat and was now refreshed, his dark hair dripping down his back and shoulders. His bangs were swept to the side in a wet mass so he could see where he was going. Walking shirtless and only towel covered down the hall, Kanda made his way to his room.

His room was down the hallway from the guest room where Allen was sleeping. Kanda opened the door, walked inside, and then closed it behind him. It was one of those things he always did. He never let the doors in his house stay open. He felt that it was more neat and orderly to keep everything in its place, even the doors to their frames.

Kanda sighed once inside of his room. He was satisfied with his sexual experience with Allen, but a little worried that he had gone too far. Allen was a stranger after all. And Kanda had pinned him down and ravaged his body. He felt a shiver of disgust run through his spine. "Dammit, he's here for a week too. What am I going to do?"

Kanda dropped his damp towel to the floor, walking over to his closet in his naked glory. He was perfectly toned, every muscle of every part of his body was chiseled to perfection. That was another one of Kanda's quirks. He liked to be fit. And he liked the people he liked to be fit. Allen was fit, more lean than muscular. Kanda liked that, but he shook his head. He couldn't possibly like Allen. He was just a fling and would soon be gone.

"Damn this all." He looked down at himself, growling at his manhood. "This is all your damn fault, you horny bastard." Kanda reached in his closet for a suit and pulled it out. He had work that day. He had to make his money from some place. He wasn't in the drug and sex trafficking business. He was a humble salary man, well more like the CEO of some huge company based in Japan. Kanda dressed himself and left his room, not before picking up his towel and placing it in the laundry bin. He closed the door behind him.

The Japanese man paced down the hall, past Allen's room, and to the kitchen. It was morning already, the sun coming up over the horizon. The apartment grew brighter with each passing minutes. Soon, Kanda had to lower the curtains to the large window. It let in unnecessary light that early in the morning. "Jacket, wallet, keys..." Kanda named off all the things he needed before he could go. Everything was with him. The last this he had to do was leave a note for Allen.

He could just imagine Allen waking up in an empty apartment, freaking out, thinking that he had left him and doing something stupid. Allen would probably think it was a one night stand. "Which it was." Kanda growled to himself, not wanting to feel anything towards the shrimp of an American.

Kanda pulled out a notepad from one of his clean cut cabinet drawers, along with a pencil. He wrote a short note, placed the pencil back in the drawer and closed it slowly. "Damn this all." Kanda pulled at his tie and groaned. He was tired, but had to work. Kanda was punishing himself, going to work even though he was dead tired and a little sore. He shouldn't have done those things with Allen, and knew it. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and headed out the door, locking the door behind him.

Allen woke up hours later, it was mid afternoon, past breakfast and lunch time. He would have slept even longer, but his stomach was growling and needed something good to eat. Allen sat up in the satin sheet covered bed. He groaned at the dull pain that was burning in his lower back and butt regions. It wasn't as bad as before when he was just starting to get to bed, but it wasn't good feeling also.

"Ugh... Why did I end up sleeping with him? I can't blame this on rape now. I wanted that." Allen sighed, rubbing his eyes. He looked around the room and it was silent and dark. The sound of water running was long gone. Actually, the entire apartment was quiet. Allen stood up from bed, taking a sheet with him. His clothes were ruined and needed washing. For now, a black sheet was all he had.

"Brrrr... It's cold in here." Allen's feet touched the cold tiled floor. He staggered towards the door, his foot hitting something on the way there. His book bag. And next to that book bag was his cell phone. Allen's eyes widened. "Oh! I forgot to call Lavi! Shit!"

Allen leaned over, instantly regretting that action. He picked his phone up and pressed the end call button until it sparked back to life. The screen was the only thing that lit up the room. Allen kept on walking to the door, holding the sheet around himself. He peaked outside looking for Kanda, all the while waiting for his phone to show him how many times Lavi had called or text him.

No was in the apartment. Allen crept out into the hallway and looked around. Kanda was no where. Allen sighed, feeling a little sad, but then his phone started making tons of noises. Allen looked down at the device and freaked out. "twenty-seven missed calls!" He checked them. All from Lavi. There were also multiple voice mails left behind. "I have to call him."

Allen pressed the call button and it dialed in the numbers for him. The line didn't even ring for the full ring. Lavi picked up that quickly. "Allen? Thank god! Are you okay? Where are you?"

Allen smiled into the phone. "Yeah I'm okay. I'm actually better than okay." He laughed a little, the dull pain in his back was fading into a pleasant feeling. "I'm in Japan."

"What the hell are you doing there?" Lavi asked.

"Uh... It's a long story." Allen blushed.