Some smut ahead.
Chapter Four
Kanda managed to have almost two hours of blissful, dead to the world, sleep before he was woken up. But it wasn't by Allen opening his door, or climbing into bed with him, it was by the sound of something breaking. He was awake and upright instantly, and he was so damn tired that whatever caused him to wake had hell waiting for them. He didn't care if it was a home invader, or his long dead mother, whoever had woken him from his sleep was about to pay. He threw his bed sheet off of himself and stomped out of his room towards the sound. He quickly located the source of the noise as the kitchen light was on and he could still hear sounds. Rounding the corner to the kitchen he saw Allen on his knees cleaning up what appeared to be a broken mug with a dust pan and brush. Although it was blaringly obvious that it was an accident, Kanda was tired. So damn tired he didn't care about anyone or anything.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" he shouted.
It seemed to take him a moment, but in the end Allen looked up.
"Oh, sorry. I was just making a cup of tea when I dropped my mug."
"Why the fuck are you still up!? Stop fucking around and go to bed!"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Like fuck you couldn't sleep! You fall asleep everywhere! If I was told the world would end tomorrow I would believe that more than you 'couldn't sleep'!"
Allen averted his gaze and instead focused on sweeping up the broken mug. Kanda seethed while Allen carefully swept up the broken mug, taking care to sweep up every tiny piece. Standing, he moved over to the bin and dumped the broken pieces into the bin.
"I didn't want to sleep." Allen said, putting the dustpan and brush away in the cupboard under the sink.
"You didn't want to sleep?"
"No."
"So instead you stay up, fucking up my sleep!? I just worked twelves hours and I want to fucking sleep!"
"Look, I'm sorry Kanda, it was an accident. I didn't want to dream tonight, I cant handle it again."
Kanda continued to seeth. Allen went to the cupboard and pulled out another mug. Then he walked to the pantry and pulled out a tea bag. Allen's nonchalant attitude just pissed him off more.
"You couldn't handle a bad dream?"
Allen picked up the already boiled kettle and poured it into the mug, he even took his time dunking the bag.
"It was different Kanda, much different. I wanted to wait until you had slept to tell you, but what I saw today… It wasn't normal. I didn't want to see it again, or anything new. I've had a bad day."
Another time, Kanda would shake it off, but it had been a long time since he had worked a twelve hour shift, and he was too tired, and just sick of it all.
"Wasn't normal? What else is new with you? When is anything ever normal with you? I'm so sick of this fucking shit! You and your stupid fucking dreams, fucking up my life! Which would be happily, mundane, without you."
Kanda stopped his verbal rampage and slowly rubbed his hands over his face. He felt more tired and worn out than ever. He dropped his hands with a sigh, looking back up at Allen, who was simply dunking his tea bag in his mug, looking for all the world like he hadn't even noticed Kanda's verbal lashing. Not having the energy to continue fighting with an unwilling opponent, Kanda decided to head back to bed.
"I'm going back to bed, and I don't want to hear you again."
Kanda had barely turned around when something warm and wet smacked against the back of his head. His head filled with hot raging pressure as he slowly turned around. Allen was still leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at Kanda over the rim of his mug, taking small sips. Slowly, carefully, Kanda looked to the ground. There his suspicions of what hit the back of his head were confirmed. Sitting at his feet, was a leaking, still steaming, tea bag. Bending down he picked it up, squeezing it in his hand, milky tea leaking from between his clenched fist. Allen continued to sip his tea.
"You are so fucking dead!"
As Kanda moved towards him, Allen managed to put his mug of tea down just in time to catch Kanda's hands. From what Allen could tell, Kanda wasn't actually trying to harm him, but appeared to be trying to shove the tea bag into his mouth, or just into his face in general. Tightening his grip on the other man's wrist, Allen used the help of the bench behind him to brace himself. Unfortunately, Kanda was stronger than him, and Allen was losing interest. So he let go and side stepped at the same time, sending Kanda crashing into the kitchen counter. Most unfortunately, it also sent him crashing into Allen's mug of tea, tipping the whole thing over. Some of it spilling across the bench, some to the floor, but most of it spilled down the front of Kanda's pyjama pants.
The kitchen filled with silence as Kanda slowly turned around, revealing a dark damp stain right in the middle of his crotch. And then Allen did something stupid, he started laughing. He was still laughing as he attempted to rush passed Kanda to escape what was to be a merciless punishment. Kanda attempted to grab him on the way passed, and in the process slipped on the tea puddle. Crashing to the ground, he managed to snag the back of Allen's jeans, dragging him down with him. Clawing his way up Allen's struggling body, Kanda managed to roll him onto his back, and to prevent him from moving, sat heavily on his stomach. While Allen wheezed at the pressure on his stomach, Kanda struck him across the face with an open palm. Originally intending to punch him, Kanda changed it to an open handed slap at the last second. However, his hand was still large and heavy, and the hit was enough to snap Allen's head to side, a red welt immediately forming.
Kanda managed to smack him another two times, before Allen blocked his hand, gripping it and twisting. Kanda grunted in pain, attempting to free his hand. While he was distracted Allen managed to wrap his legs around Kanda, and rolled them over, crashing them into the kitchen cabinet. Now with the rolls reversed and Allen holding Kanda down, Allen went for a more childish approach. He rolled his fingers into Kanda's loose hair and pulled. Gritting his teeth in pain, Kanda leaned over and bit Allen's hand, forcing him to let go.
The childish fight continued across the floor, the two bodies knocking into every item in the kitchen, miscellaneous objects being knocked to the floor. While grappling on the floor, Allen accidentally pushed down on Kanda's still tea soaked crotch. Kanda let out a hiss and Allen felt an immediate change under his hand. Of course violence would get Kanda hard, Allen thought. As it turned out, the mere thought of Kanda becoming hard had a similar affect on Allen. And as quick as the fight turned dirty, it mellowed and the pair were attacking each other in a different way. The kissed each other harshly, with lips being tugged and necks being bitten. Their hands began to claw at each others clothing, yet their fight was still on going. They continued to roll across the floor, refusing to let the other win. Yet shirts were torn and removed, and hands wondered lower. They rolled once more before Kanda finally managed to push Allen to the ground, grabbing his face and kissing him deep. Rolling his hips he pushed against Allen harshly, causing the other to gasp into their kiss.
Wriggling, Allen ducked his hands down to push his pants down to his knees, and then did the same for Kanda. They continued to roll and rub against each other, the feel of bare flesh against bare flesh leaving the both of them gasping and needing more. Resting his arms on the floor beside either side of Allen's head, he closed his eyes and concentrated on rolling his hips, making sure it was steady and the both of them were feeling good. But when Allen started to thrust up into him, and their cocks began to slip away from each other, Kanda had had enough. Bracing himself on one arm, he reached down and gripped their cocks together. They both began to thrust into Kanda's hand, groaning at each movement, each with their eyes closed in concentration, focussing on the movements they made to bring themselves the most amount of pressure.
When it got too much, Kanda gripped tighter and started to move his hand. The both of them were either moaning or grunting, Allen reached his own hands down and used one hand to grip and play with Kanda's balls, the other hand on his own. Together they got a pleasurable rhythm of thrusting, stroking and fondling going. Kanda managed to open his eyes and look down at Allen's face. His eyes were shut hard, his mouth hanging open and his cheeks flushing. Groaning at the sight, Kanda let his head fall to Allen's shoulder, where he started to nibble and lick up Allen's neck, reaching his mouth and lapping at his tongue. Feeling himself close he pulled away from Allen's mouth and instead focused on the strokes of his hand, timing his and Allen's thrusts until it happened.
Continuing to thrust and milk himself of his orgasm he continued to groan, feeling himself close to Allen's mouth, his heat. He leaned down, capturing Allen's mouth and as he did, Allen moaned into his mouth, his cum joining Kanda's as he continued to move his hand.
They pulled away from each other with a gasp, Kanda rolling to the side to lay on the floor beside Allen. The both of them exhausted and attempting to catch their breath.
Allen was the first to sit up and shuffle back into his pants. He then pushed himself backwards and opened the cupboard under the sink. He pulled out a roll of paper towels, grabbing a handful and throwing them over to Kanda who was still on the floor. He grabbed another handful for himself, wiping down his chest and hands. Then as an after thought, he grabbed a few more and half heartedly cleaned up the tea on the floor. Kanda had sat up by the time he was done and was now sitting next to him. He grabbed the ball of towel from his hands, added it to his own, then easily threw the entire mess into the kitchen bin.
Sitting in silence, still slightly out of breath, Kanda turned to face Allen, and then gently raised his hand to rest against Allen's bruising cheek. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips softly against Allen's. It was the closest thing to an apology Allen was going to get. He accepted it by pressing back, and allowing the kiss to continue. Kanda rested his other hand on the other side of Allen's face and pulled him closer, Allen bringing his hands up and then resting them on Kanda's still bare chest. He let his hands roam the muscled chest, as Kanda continued to give him some of the sweetest kisses he had ever received. It was the almost unnatural softness and caring, and the fact that they were quickly heading to round two, that made Allen pull away.
Standing up he left the kitchen, quickly motioning for Kanda to stay put. He returned a moment later in a clean change of clothes, and held a set for Kanda. He dumped them in his lap and then walked passed him, exiting through the back door. He left the door open, and Kanda took it as a hint that he was to follow. Their romp on the kitchen floor had left him more worn out than ever, but Kanda realised that he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight until he heard what Allen had to say.
He stood up and kicked his stained pyjama pants off, letting it sit on the pile of already discarded clothes. Then he put on the change of clothes, and headed outside, closing the door. Allen was sitting on their worn out wooden table. Allen insisted they needed an outdoor table for entertaining. Considering they were both recluses whose only friends were each other, Kanda figured it was more Allen wanting to sound like an adult. Yet they did use it in the summer and its where Allen went to smoke when he actually listen to Kanda yelling at him to stop doing it inside. And smoking was what Allen was doing at that moment while he stared out into the darkness.
Kanda stood by the door taking him in, and now that he was calm he began to notice a few things. LIke how tired and worn out Allen looked, dark circles under his worried eyes. His bruised cheek was Kanda's own fault, but he noticed that the fingers holding his cigarette were covered in bloody bandaids. There was also gravel rash up his arms and Kanda guessed that his legs looked the same. Realising that he was staring, Kanda moved over and sat next to Allen.
"Do you want one?" Allen said, offering the packet.
For a moment, Kanda considered taking one, but shook his head.
"You know I don't smoke, idiot."
"They're good when you're tense," he said, taking another puff.
Kanda didn't say anything, as Allen smoked his cigarette down to the butt. Then crushing it, he lit another one, smoking that down to the filter too. When that one was crushed, Allen picked up the packet, contemplating smoking another one, before putting the packet down.
"He said he was coming to kill me," Allen finally said.
Kanda took this information and turned it over in his head, trying to figure it out. And the only conclusion Kanda could come up with, was that Allen had had an ordinary nightmare. He almost wanted to laugh, but figured Allen would knock him flat if he did.
"You're gonna have to fill me in a bit," Kanda said instead.
"Remember, that drawing I did, after that dream a few days ago? The man I told you to run from?"
The kabana boy?
"Yeah,"
"Remember I said, that, he saw me?"
Kanda nodded.
"Well he found me."
"He's here?"
"No… not yet. He doesn't know my physical location. But he drew me into a waking dream… with bait."
Kanda didn't know what to say so he just waited. Allen gave in and lit another cigarette.
"The bait was a man, Nicolas was his name, and they beat him, and tortured him half to death, just in the hopes that I would see it. And I did."
His head fell in his hands, and Kanda realised that Allen was starting to cry. He knew he should probably comfort him in some way, but he was at a loss of how to go about it.
"God, Kanda," Allen said, looking up, with tears running down his face, "This man was murdered because of me. I killed him! Because I stumbled onto the wrong death!"
He sniffed, his face turning blotchy and red. He took a shuddering breath and continued smoking.
"But what made the dream really different, was that I realised that I could enter into Nicolas' mind completely. I stayed with him, and felt every moment of his death, every pain, because I felt so fucking guilty. What I've experienced before was nothing. Mere snippets of what pain was. I felt the whole thing. And while I was strapped there, Tyki Mikk looked straight into my eyes, not Nicolas' eyes, but mine, and said that he was going to find me, and when he did, he would kill me."
Allen's whole body shuddered and all Kanda could think to ask was,
"Tyki Mikk?"
"That's his name?"
"What is he?"
"If I said the first thing that came to my head, you wouldn't believe me."
"You've said that before, but I think you should probably just tell me."
Turning, Allen looked straight into Kanda's eyes and said with all seriousness, "Vampire."
Before he could control himself, Kanda scoffed.
"It wasn't that funny when I felt him take a fucking bite out of my neck," Allen spat.
"Sorry," Kanda said quickly, trying to take Allen as seriously as possible.
Kanda honestly didn't know what to say, or how to eleviate the situation. So he sat in silence whilst Allen consumed another cigarette.
"I've been keeping myself distracted, making sure I don't day dream. In other news, I've never been more productive with my work," Allen said with a slight chuckle, "But, I can keep myself distracted when I'm awake, when I'm asleep, I can't protect myself. I don't want to stumble across him in anyway. I don't want him to find me… or you."
Kanda stood up, distracting himself by pacing back and forth. He couldn't think of a solution, he didn't know how Allen's mind worked. No matter how many times Allen tried to explain it, or how his own mind tried to wrap around it, he still couldn't comprehend it. He thought back on the conversation, trying to think of anything he had said that would help. He came back to the moment when Allen said he had entered Nicolas' mind, and he had an idea. A horrible intrusive and uncomfortable idea. But if it got Allen to sleep, ergo, let he himself sleep, he was willing to give it a go.
"Remember when you said you entered Nicolas' head completely?"
Allen nodded, on the verge of tears once again.
"We'll go to bed, and you concentrate on entering my mind. Dream my dreams, hide yourself in my mind? Would that work?"
"It might?" Allen croaked, tears spilling once again.
"Look i'm not fond of the idea of you traipsing around my head, not in the slightest. But you need to sleep, or you'll just collapse or die yourself. And I need to sleep too."
He stood in front of Allen, holding out his hand, already regretting his idea.
"Ok," Allen said, giving in and taking his hand.
He was too tired and he truly wanted to sleep. Looking up at Kanda, he noticed the sky beginning to lighten behind him. Kanda looked as worn out as he felt. He was right, they needed to sleep. The stood up and Kanda led them back to Allen's own bedroom. He let go of his hand and climbed into bed, waiting for Allen to join him. Allen smiled gratefully sliding into bed and immediately shuffling up close to Kanda. He stiffened at his touch, but didn't push him away, instead he pulled Allen close and closed his eyes. He was asleep in a second, his exhaustion too much.
…
An hour later, Allen crawled out of Kanda's hold, who was too tired to notice the moment. With a silent apology, Allen moved to his desk and started to work on another set of drawings.
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