Right, this is closer to the usual delay between chapters. I'm hoping to keep this up at least until the first exams start. And sorry for not answering to all of the reviews, I'm blaming the school. And thanks for XDchan for betaing this.

Warnings: Graphic sex (I'n not really sure how those lemons and limes are specified, so I don't know which term to use) and weird behavior.

Disclaimer: I don't own the DGM, I'm just a simple fan with some not-so-simple ideas in my wicked head.

~XxX~

Chapter 4

From Pleasure To Pain

~XxX~

Kanda tasted like lemon and mint.

And that was the last conscious thought Allen had before his mind clicked into autopilot.

So as the said Japanese man bit down his lower lip he opened his mouth, allowing the damp tongue slid inside and brushing tentatively against it with his own. Kanda answered almost forcefully, grasping strands of his white hair, pulling him closer with uncontrolled yanks. His hands held Allen by the back of his neck, and that iron grip prevented any escape.

But he wasn't fighting back. No, he was molding himself to every move the Japanese made, answering delicately, all the while trying to figure out how he was supposed to act. 'Cause it wasn't his will or desires that mattered now, nothing he wished was important – if Kanda wanted to break his bones, he would break them and Allen would scream only if the man liked to hear his voice.

Though it didn't seem like the Japanese intended to hurt him that badly.

Those hands glided down to his elbows touching him rather roughly and then he was shoved backwards. Colliding with the sofa he lost his balance, falling on the furniture with a silent thud. The next second Kanda was hovering above him, strange glint in his eyes as he leant closer and kissed him again. Without thinking Allen answered gently, letting the man take the lead while he himself simply laid there, under the taller male.

One last cracked kiss before he felt a dull pain in his neck announcing that his owner had found something else to entertain himself with. He didn't complain, just cocked his head to side so Kanda had more room to do whatever he wanted to do. Teeth changed to lips and then tongue started slowly draw wet circles on his skin, all the way down to his collarbone, a little impatient but not so harsh anymore.

And surprisingly enough, it felt good.

Unconsciously Allen closed his eyes, soft gasp fleeing from his lips as Kanda's wandering hands brushed momentarily against his chest, lightly rubbing his skin through the fabric before slipping under the shirt. He was slowly starting to feel hot and that was somewhat new feeling – none of his owners had ever been too fond on foreplay if they didn't include some pretty twisted fantasies, so he hadn't really enjoyed any of the things they'd done to him.

But as Kanda sunk his teeth to the boy's neck, tracing small, slow circles on his sides and bringing his knee up against his groin, Allen couldn't help the shaky gasps leaving his lips. Coming to a conclusion he tilted his head lightly backwards, letting the man saw all the pleasure he was feeling due to his touch. It wasn't considered act since he was functioning only by his instincts but he was fairly sure that was what the Japanese wanted.

And he seemed to be right.

Kanda withdrew for a moment, gazing at the boy briefly before pulling him into another kiss. He started unbuttoning the white shirt, all the time devouring Allen's lips as if trying to drown in to the action. The albino just pushed himself up from the couch, wriggling a little to get his arms free from the sleeves and wrapped the right one around Kanda's neck, deepening the kiss carefully. He was hoping that the man wouldn't notice how he looked without the cloth.

It was a futile hope, though.

Kanda broke the kiss pushing Allen down on his back, intending to move further south when his dark eyes finally registered what his tactile sense had missed. Ceasing the movement of his hands the Japanese stopped to stare at his embroidered upper body covered by scars, some of them only nearly visible while some were crude, ragged and all too clear to see. That black gaze drifted from his navel, up to his chest until coming to a halt when it reached his left arm.

The only sound was their heavy pants.

Allen could feel suffocating lump rising in his throat as Kanda kept observing him, an unreadable expression once again decorating his features. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the man stretched out his hand and cautiously caressed the scarred skin, running his fingers over the boy's chest leisurely. And then he bent down, planting a wet kiss on his navel.

Gasping Allen relaxed to Kanda's touch, the tension easing from his muscles. He let his eyes fall shut, enjoying how the warm stream inside of him started flowing once again when the man wandered lower, leaving sloppy kisses behind. He didn't really understand how aroused he was until the man placed another one of his hands on the very visible bulge between his legs and pressed.

"A-aah…"

There was nothing Allen could do to stop the whimper, or the one that followed as Kanda started rubbing him with slow, circling motions that made his head spin. God, he knew that sex could be nice if you were treated right, but knowing was rather far from feeling. And right now he was really enjoying the 'feeling' part of it.

Kanda brought his other hand between Allen's legs, teasing him as he slid it up the boy's inner thigh. The tingling on his skin grew, making him itch and nearly squirm. Slim fingers sneaked under the waistline of his trousers, tempting him to move so they would grace his hardness and ease of some of that heat building up inside of him. In the end Allen just swallowed, squinting his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip.

Not that it prevented him from moaning out loud as Kanda's hand slipped in his pants and stroked his member.

"O-oh… Mmmngh…" Allen arched his back slightly as tiny little sparks of light filled his vision for a moment. Heat stung in his stomach and he lost the track of events momentarily, overwhelmed by the pleasure. The next thing he comprehended was the abrupt decrement of pressure on his groin and cool air hitting his arousal. Instinctively he raised his hips so Kanda could pull the trousers off.

Blinking couple times Allen opened his eyes, staring little hazed at the ceiling. He was fully naked before the man, though it didn't bother him at all – he wasn't modest or shameful, not anymore. From the corner of his eye he could see Kanda taking of his pants and knew what would come next. Oddly, he nearly looked forward to what was next.

On the other hand, it probably had something to do with his own boner.

Then the Japanese's hands were on his knees, spreading his legs apart. Allen just closed his eyes again, hoping this part to come to an end as soon as possible. He was already gripping on to the edge of the couch, when something slick and slender pushed inside. Something much smaller than a cock.

It actually took him a couple of seconds to understand what it was. Only Cross and Bak had ever done this to him and neither of them did it very often – in Cross' case it'd been 'adjusting' as the bastard had said, while Bak would've bothered if Allen had pleased him well enough. And now Kanda during their first time… He had to have done something really good this time to have such fine karma.

A second finger slipped inside making him gasp sharply as the man started stretching him more forcefully. It wasn't painful yet so staying silent was rather easy task, even if the constant penetrating was rather uncomfortable. However, the third digit made stinging pain rush through his lower back.

"Ngh… A-angh…"

Kanda wasn't wasting time as he started steadily moving his fingers. They slid easily inside Allen's body, coated with the lubricant he used. Allen whimpered quietly trying to find a more comfortable position without writhing too much. Fuzzily he saw Kanda applying the substance on himself before drawing his hand away from him and grabbing his legs. The boy clenched his hands to fits, gritting his teeth as the man positioned the tip of his cock against his stretched entrance.

Breathe Allen, breath, just remember to breathe… "A-aah! Ngh!" He bent backward, muscles contracting for a few moments until he got used to the unfamiliar girth. Kanda pushed all the way in, not pausing to wait before pulling out and slamming back in. And then again and again, a steady, slowly increasing rhythm.

How many times would it take before the pain would completely vanish?

Allen closed his eyes, gasping loudly as Kanda's movement became fierce, sharp thrusts. He tried not to cry out in agony, unwilling to show his inconvenience when the man was hovering above him half naked, using his body to get satisfaction. Although, all of that disappeared from his head as the pain suddenly changed to unexpected pleasure.

"Aaah! Ha-ahh…"

World was spinning around him, oxygen had somehow turned to carbon and the only thing he could comprehend was the desire inside of him, rapidly multiplying. Waves of something he had felt only few times before washed over Allen, tearing the control of his body away from him and driving him crazy.

"Haa-ah… A-a-ah… Ngh!"

Concentrating was impossible, his instincts weren't working like they should've been. They were telling him to do things he unconsciously knew he might regret, things that would be reckless and imprudent, things his body craved for. He wasn't supposed to give in to this, of that he was sure – but why, he had no idea, when he was hot and eager and tickling all over.

Allen just simply couldn't remember why he should be observant or cautious. All he was aware of was Kanda pounding into him, again and again and again, and all he knew was that he loved it, loved every movement, every thrust, every pulse of pleasure ravishing him.

He couldn't take much more, couldn't hold on to the bits of his sanity any longer. He was tense, so tense it was nearly unbearable and the relief was so near he was close to dying. He tried to… tried to…

"Aaaaah!"

Oblivion wrapped itself over him and he tried nothing.

A moment later Kanda stopped moving, nearly collapsing on top of Allen. He was breathing heavily, strands of black hair pouring over his shoulder as he leant against his arms. The white shirt he was wearing hung loosely on him, some of the buttons open, though the man wasn't paying any attention to it. He was too busy attempting to banish the mist blurring his mind.

Not that the boy noticed any of this.

Allen gazed up at the ceiling, vaguely wondering how long he had been lying there. He wasn't too certain of what he was supposed to do, if anything. Neither did he know whether or not his owner was pleased with him. Maybe he should have been quieter? Or… Oh well, he would find out if Kanda had something to complain about.

It took a little more time before the older male finally pulled away, still looking a little disoriented. Allen blinked, not really sure where to look. The haze in his own head was slowly fading away, giving more room to sensible thoughts and because of them he had started fretting. Most of peoples were relaxed and compliant after sex, easily forgiving little mistakes here and there. Nevertheless…

…there were exceptions.

Bad kinds of exceptions.

He could feel his heartbeats quickening.

Dear lord if Kanda was like Lulubell…

But the man seemed calm as he receded to the other end of the couch. Calm and somehow… tired. 'Odd', Allen thought as he pushed himself to a proper sitting position little less nervous now, since the other wasn't showing any signs of aggression. Though he couldn't be sure due to the black tresses that were hiding most of Kanda's face behind them.

"Go clean yourself."

He jolted slightly. Kanda's voice was soft, nearly quiet – nothing like Allen had ever heard from him before. Startled by the uncommon behavior Allen grew tense as he stood up and promptly gathered his clothes. It was better to obey without any delays.

It was only until Allen had reached the doorway when Kanda spoke up again.

"And go to sleep after that."

~XxX~

Red.

Cardinal.

Ruddy.

Slowly the world spun, twirling smoothly all around him, distances twisted in a morbid, sickening way, varying constantly. He was falling upwards, swaying down through the substance below him and floating to the sides. Gravity rushed away from him, vacuum crushing his body to heap of lifeless meat.

Carmine.

Sanguine.

Crimson.

Shadows danced through the room from one wall to another, circling him, surrounding him until they were everywhere and nowhere, bleeding into each other so well that he didn't know whether they were one color or not. Darkness rotated with light, rolling over him again and again, flashes of the reality emerged from the madness only to fade away moments of later.

Flame.

Gleam.

Fire.

Insane grin and knife lunging down to his chest.

Horror.

Pain.

Blood.

"No!"

Allen was sitting upright on his bed before he even realized waking up. His breathing was heavy, going in and out with short, sharp gasps and he could feel his heart smashing against his rib cage. Pieces of the nightmare repeated themselves over and over again in his mind as he tried not to start hyperventilating.

Oh god, no. Not this again. He didn't want it.

Something that might have been a suppressed cry shook the slender shoulders, a restrained burst of agony trying uselessly to tear its way out of the teenager's body, and Allen buried his face to his palms, all but terrified. He wasn't sure how loud the yell had come out, though the fact that Kanda hadn't shown up demanding a reason for making such a ruckus in the middle of the night, it had been more like a hiss. Fortunately.

A soft click emitted from the digital clock that was standing on the bedside table, drawing the boy's attention. He raised his eyes up and glanced tiredly at the device, staring at it for a moment before directing his gray irises towards the windows. Soft glow of light in the horizon betrayed the dawn, even if the rest of the world was still bathing in the dimness of nighttime.

Well, it was nearly time for him to wake up.

Not that he would've slept anyway.

Finally coming aware of the dull ache in his lower back, Allen laid back down and rolled to the side. It wasn't that bad, just a little sore and sensitive – he could walk normally, though it was better to be careful when taking a seat – but nothing he wouldn't be able to bear. In fact, it had been rather pleasant compared to his other experiences. Kanda wasn't too rough, albeit some of his owners had been gentler. At times.

Allen blinked slowly, he was feeling more tired than in weeks. It wasn't such a big surprise when you took the earlier events and the nightmare into account. Though, he had relatively good stamina for the side effects of his so called career – he could still remember the times when Cross had exhausted him with only one round.

So basically he shouldn't be this drained.

…

Oh, whatever. It was probably just anemia.

Some more minutes passed by in the dim room. Groaning Allen turned around, staring out of the window regardless of the sun that was becoming brighter and brighter with alarming speed. He would get a serious headache if he kept staring at the light much longer.

Weird, his head was spinning slightly. As if he had a hang over.

But… he hadn't drank anything of the sort.

…

It was just too confusing to think right at the moment.

And just then the sun peeked over the building that had been shielding Allen's eyes from the burning brightness of the dawn, saw a lithe frame of a young boy lying on a massive bed and decided to take a closer look. And as the very first ray of light reached the boy's eyes and gently touched them, thousands of nerve impulses shot right to up to Allen's brain, easily exceeding the speed limit and causing a horrible, horrible incident to occur.

"Ugh…"

And now he had a headache.

"Oi! Wake up, Moyashi! I don't have a whole fucking day to wait!"

Thank you, Bakanda, thank you so much.

~XxX~

So, hope you liked it. And what comes to Allen's headache and stuff, there's no really any actual reason to it - you know those days when you wake up feeling horrible without any reason what so ever and then the whole day just simply sucks (at leas most of the times) no matter what you do? Well, that's the only explanation. And now, please, review!