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Tarot Card Meaning:The title of this chapter is named after the Tarot Card of the Devil, which CAN stand for a man/person of influence to which the person tho whom this card is dealt to (in this case Allen, the cards are always dealt to him FYI), feels something akin to an obsession which in turn affects all the other aspects of his life. I wonder who the 'Devil' is in this story hmmm...

Warning: Bad language and some morning sex. Unbeta-ed.

Ps: I'll post the meanings of the other chapter titles on their respective pages for those who are interested.


THE DEVIL


Her naked feet dangled off his left arms as he carried her towards her front door, the night now dissipating itself around them to give way to the early morning.

"I can't feel my legs…" Lenalee whispered against his chest, snuggling closer sleepily.

Kanda huffed. "That's what you get from dancing on those things all night."

"But they're so pretty…" she yawned, looking at her shoes that lay in her lap.

"Right," he whispered dully, putting her down now that they stood in front of the door.

Lenalee took out her house key and unlocked the door. She then turned to him. "Thank you for accompanying me home, even if you didn't have to."

"I wasn't going to stay behind on my own," he replied and shrugged, "The others all decided to spend the night over there and Mikk only gave us three card keys."

She nodded and took a step inside, watching him turn away. He'd stayed close to her the entire night and actually behaved as a perfect gentleman, even when she got drunk and could barely stand on her feet. He'd treated her with respect and a kindness he'd never shown before.

It was a shame that the night was going to end like this, when it had held so much promise at its start…

"Would you like to come in?" she blurted out; deciding to throw herself into whatever this could lead.

He looked back at her silently.

Her feet padded on the cold stone in front of the door and she took him by his arm, gently pulling him inside. "Come in and… stay with me?"

His lips pressed together in a thin line.

Her heart began to pound in her chest. "Please?"

Kanda moved in and took her face in his hands, kissing her. She kissed him back just as fiercely as he was, dropped her shoes on the tiled floor of her hallway and wrapped her arms around his neck, encircling his waist with her thighs when he grabbed her ass and lifted her up.

He walked through the doorway without breaking the kiss, pushing the door closed with a kick of his foot.


Allen fell on the bed with Tyki on top of him, breathing hard.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like this every day…" Allen breathed against Tyki's lips, kissing him softly.

Tyki grunted and settled down between Allen's legs, brushing his bleached hair back from his damp forehead. He rolled his hips when Allen locked his thighs around his waist and grinned at the younger male's low moan. "You wouldn't?" he whispered, kissing him back. "How about going on all day?"

"Do you think you have what it takes?" Allen murmured back, arching at a particularly pleasurable stroke.

Tyki licked up a drop a sweat that rolled down Allen's throat, kissing the wet skin after. "Do you think you'll be able to keep up?" he countered throatily.

Before Allen could think of a reply, Tyki enmeshed their lips again and slowly withdrew before plunging back inside of him, keeping his thrusts short and grinding.

Allen broke the kiss for much needed air, gasping. "Oh God yes…!"

"Yes?" Tyki murmured with a wicked smile, licking Allen's chin as he arched again.

"Oh shut up…" Allen whimpered, bringing his head back on his lover's eye level.

Tyki laughed heartedly and rolled them over so Allen was on top. He watched then completely mesmerized how Allen threw his head back while working his hips in fast circling motions, his erection pointing towards his navel proudly, lips parted in erotic bliss.

"Damn, Allen…"

"You just feel so good, Tyki…" he whined, strands of his hair sticking to his face and throat as he threw his head back once more.

Tyki bit his lower lip and pulled him down against him, feeling him tense up. "Cum for me, beautiful baby…"

It was all Allen needed to reach his orgasm, body shuddering on top of Tyki's as he mewled his pleasure, breathing in quivering gasps. "Ty…ki…!"

"Are you ready for just a bit more?" he whispered, thrusting up tentatively.

Another tremor went down Allen's spine and he winced at the stimuli overload. "C-cum inside…" he gasped in between upward drives.

Tyki grabbed hold of Allen's ass and held on, pushing inside of him with a renewed rhythm. "Allen…"

The sweat was dripping off Allen's back as he pushed back with his hands on Tyki's chest. "Fuck…!"

"You're so hot, baby… so hot…"

A rush of heat shot up within him a moment later and Allen cried out, collapsing on top of Tyki, catching his breath.

Tyki breathed hard beneath him, smiling lovingly when Allen lifted his head to look at him. "Amazing…" he sighed, brushing Allen's bangs back behind an ear.

"Can we get breakfast now?" Allen murmured tiredly. "Before we get to round four?"

Tyki chuckled. "I was beginning to wonder where your appetite had gone."

He grinned back and kissed him on his lips. "Oh it's always there; it was just masked by another type of hunger…"

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh…"

Tyki took hold of his face and planted another kiss on those soft lips, nuzzling his nose affectionately. "Let's eat then shall we?"

"Breakfast, right?" Allen asked to make sure.

The older man laughed again. "I see that the thought of food has corroded any other thought…"

"Hey!" Allen protested, blushing. "Don't make fun, you're still inside of me!"

Tyki grinned. "Alright, breakfast it is then."

"A big breakfast!"

"A big breakfast."

Allen grinned happily. "And then afterwards we can take a shower and go for rounds 5 and 6…"

Tyki raised an eyebrow at that. "6?"

"7 could be on or against that table over there…" Allen continued, not hearing him. "That couch looks comfy… I hope we can do it without staining it. Was that plush rug on the floor always there?"

"Allen…" Tyki blinked up at him.

Allen turned his head to him with a small knowing smile. "Hm?"

The next thing he knew, Tyki pounced on him with his lips attached to his throat, suckling eagerly as he rolled them over again.

"I thought we were having breakfast!" Allen snickered.

"You obviously had something else on your mind!" Tyki answered, attacking his throat again with a playful growl and making him squeal in amusement.


The first drops of rain were falling on Tyki's coat when he kissed him goodbye later that afternoon.

"At what time do you want to go for dinner tomorrow?"

Allen nodded and sighed, wrapping his arms around his neck, not wanting to see him go just yet. "I hope we're done by eight in the evening, so then?"

"Sounds good," Tyki replied, kissing his forehead.

"Thank you for everything," Allen whispered, closing his eyes with a smile and then looking up when Tyki was done kissing him. "It was all so amazing."

"You're the one who made it amazing, Allen…" Tyki whispered back, lowering his head for another kiss.

Allen blushed and let him kiss him, heart beating uncontrollably hard. "Tyki…"

"Call you later?" Tyki asked softly, hands playing through Allen's locks a last time.

"Yes please," he whispered back.

"Alright then…" Tyki said, walking backwards down the small path leading to his car. "It's going to be a lonely night without you…"

"Then don't go," Allen replied, cocking his head to the side pleadingly.

"We both have work we need to concentrate on," Tyki countered, shaking his head apologetically. "But I promise to take the first flight back here as soon as I'm done."

Pouting slightly, Allen nodded in a conceding manner, looking down dejectedly. "You're right."

Tyki smiled encouragingly. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Allen replied, sighing when Tyki finally walked off towards his car. He waved when Tyki looked his way again from inside his car and closed his eyes and turned around as he drove off.

The house was abandoned when Allen walked in. The first thing that caught his attention where the coats that lay on the floor in front of the stairs. He found one of Lenalee's boots on one of the steps as his gaze went up, the other standing upright at the top.

Allen scoffed in amusement and kneeled down to pick up the dark blue coat, recognizing it immediately. "Well I'll be… Guess we both got lucky then, huh?" he whispered picking Lenalee's black trench up as well and hanging it on the nearby hanger, walking into the living room afterwards. He pressed in the blinking button of their voicemail and listened to the three messages that had been recorded.

The first one was from Lavi, drunk dialing at 5 in the morning, which he erased without a second thought.

The second one was from Komui reminding them the exact hour for tomorrow's recording session.

And the third was a message from Cross saying that Delete would join them tomorrow in the studio for a meet and greet. He also asked if it was okay if they went out for dinner with the entire group afterwards. Apparently Komui had already given his consent.

Allen scowled a bit; if it was lunch then there was no problem, but he really didn't feel like cancelling on Tyki for dinner. He took out his phone and called Cross to ask whether they couldn't go for lunch instead.

"Allen?"

"Yeah. Hey, I just heard your message on the voicemail."

Cross cleared his throat, sounding gruffer than usual. "Yeah, about Delete."

Allen frowned, hearing stuff falling over in the background. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?"

"No, Allen. What's up?"

"I was wondering if we could go to lunch instead, because I have a thing around eight tomorrow."

"A thing?"

He rolled his eyes. "I've already been invited to dinner."

Cross chuckled dryly. "Oh, by Tyki?"

Allen squinted, not liking the mocking tone of his voice. "Yeah, as a matter of a fact."

There was a sigh on the other end of the line and then it remained silent for a moment.

"So, can I be excused from dinner?" Allen asked, beginning to lose his patience.

"So you'd prefer ditching your band just so you and Tyki can fuck, is that it?" Cross asked, voice ice cold. "Do you even see what you're doing, Allen?"

"Hey, hold up a sec, where the fuck is all of this coming from?" Allen asked, now irritated.

There was another silence in which Allen felt tempted to just hang up, but didn't, something telling him that he would want to hear what the man was going to say next.

"How well do you even know this guy?" Cross asked softly, worry coming through in his voice.

"That's none of your business!" Allen whispered through gritted teeth. "Are you trying to tell me what to do?"

"Allen, listen to yourself. The band needs you there tomorrow; you can't just leave them high and dry, making excuses for you again."

"When have I ever-!" He cut himself short, realizing Cross was right.

"Black Order used to mean everything to you. Just because I ruined it between us, it doesn't mean you have to neglect the promise you made towards your friends. It's highly unprofessional, Allen."

"Don't lecture me, Marian," Allen said, shaking his head with a quivering smile. "Not you."

Cross sighed. "Look, you called it quits, but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you, Allen. I'm not looking to discredit your boyfriend, but I do worry."

Allen scoffed. "Again, none of your business!" he closed his eyes and sighed, leaning against a nearby wall. "Just… back off, okay? I have enough shit to deal with. I really, really need this."

"Delete's plane arrives here at 2PM, so lunch can't be done either way," Cross replied calmly. "You can reschedule your date, Delete can't."

Allen pressed his eyes closed and hung up.

Cross lowered the phone from his ear and threw it beside him on his bed, running his hands over his face.

"You will have to tell him eventually, Marian," a female voice spoke from behind him.

He looked at the nightstand left from him and took the document holder lying there. "He deserves to be happy, but how do I tell him this," he shook the holder in his hand, "without breaking his heart?"

Her long strawberry blonde hair fell down her back when she shook it out after she'd buttoned up her white shirt and stood up. "You've already broken it once," she said in her low sultry voice, reaching for her vest that lay over a chair and putting it on. "I thought it only got easier the second time around."

He huffed and reached for a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lighting it when the door behind him fell shut.


Lenalee descended the stairs a few hours later, wearing a black lace see-through halter top nightie. She was about to saunter off towards the kitchen when she saw Allen lying on the sofa in the living room, eating ice cream and writing some lyrics.

"Hey! I didn't know you were back!"

Allen licked some chocolate off his lips and turned to her lazily. "Hey sexy!" he whispered softly, putting his notepad on the small table.

"Hey," she said, plopping down next to him.

"You smell like sex," he remarked, making a disgusted face. "You sleaze…"

She laughed, "Am not! I took a shower before coming down!"

He grinned and turned to her, leaning with an arm against the back of the sofa. "You're glowing."

Lenalee smiled and blushed. "You're just saying stuff," she whispered, waving his comment away.

"No, seriously," he chuckled, "I don't know what Kanda did, but I bet he did it well."

She brushed her hair behind her ears and grinned.

"So what's your official status?" Allen asked, picking up the bowl of ice that was slowly melting on the table.

"We're going to take it slow, give us some time to explore all of the possibilities between us." Lenalee sat back as she said that, sighing happily. "But what about you and Tyki?"

Allen pulled his feet onto the sofa and leaned back, smiling mischievously behind the bowl of ice as he looked at her. "It was… I don't even have a word for it!"

Lenalee looked at him in wonder. "That good?"

Allen nodded. "To tell you the truth, I could barely keep up at times," he whispered in awe.

"You could barely keep up?" she chuckled. "A man that rivals your sexual appetite exists?"

He gave her a playful glare. "It just... was amazing how he made me feel. So… so—"

"Wanted?" Lenalee whispered knowingly.

"Yeah," he breathed, watching her nod. "And then of course, Big Red had to go and ruin it all."

"Huh?"

"He called earlier, left a message." Allen took a spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth. "Delete is flying in tomorrow at 2 and they're coming to watch us record."

Lenalee gasped. "Whoa, really?"

Allen nodded. "Yeah, and we're supposed to go to dinner afterwards. Miranda and the others already called to confirm it too."

"That's great! But why do you sound like someone cut off your hair in your sleep?"

He scoffed and looked at her, all the amusement gone from his eyes. "Because I was supposed to have dinner with Tyki tomorrow and now I can't go."

She blinked. "Well, Allen this kind of has a priority right now…"

"I know…" he whined, pouting. "And yet it still feels like he's trying to put sticks in my wheels."

Smiling encouragingly, she scooted closer. "But you and Tyki are a sure thing right now, right? Big Red has nothing to say about it, he can't do anything to stop you… If he plans on keeping his word and remain in the sidelines."

"Yeah right…" Allen rolled his eyes.

"It's going to be fine," she said in a consoling manner. "And look on the bright side; we're going to meet Road Kamelot tomorrow!"

Allen scrunched up his nose. "She gives you a hard on, not me."

Lenalee rolled her eyes and smirked. "Come on, Allen. Don't think about the man so much, he's just doing his job and helping us get some time in the spotlight."

He grunted and shook his head. "You're right, but I still wish I could see Tyki…"

"Lenalee?"

The both looked into the direction of the hall and saw Kanda putting on his coat over his clothes, shaking his hair out.

She jumped out of her seat and padded over to him, pulling him by his coat for a kiss.

"I have to go," he whispered.

"Okay," she murmured, letting him kiss her again.

He took her face in his hands and put their foreheads together, closing his eyes. "Call you later, ok?"

She nodded and then walked him to the door.

"Sure, ignore me while you're at it!" Allen called from the living room.

Kanda gritted his teeth, but quieted when Lenalee placed a hand against his face. "Be safe."

He nodded and then opened the door and left.

"What?" Allen said innocently when she appeared in the archway with her hands on her hips.

She chuckled and shook her head. "I could eat," she then said out of the blue, walking on towards the kitchen.

Allen grinned and continued to eat his ice cream.


She'd been staring at him from the moment she sat down on the seat next to her band members; her index with the dark blue painted nail rubbing over lower lip idly.

Allen smiled at her, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. The recording of the scheduled songs went well; they had managed to finish 6 of the 8 today. It was kind of right to say that the recording was significantly slowed down by the arrival of Delete; no one seemed to be able to concentrate with Road being her bright and bubbly self, looking around and touching everything she found interesting. You would think that she'd never set a foot in a recording studio.

So they were now at a local restaurant having dinner and Allen felt himself strangely unattached to what was going on. Try as he might, he could only look dully at his friends talk excitedly with the members of the other band while they ate and drank. Even the food didn't appeal him as much as it usually did.

It was like something was itching beneath his skin and he couldn't wait to get out of here.

"So where do you get the inspiration for your lyrics?"

Allen blinked and only then noticed that all eyes around the long table were fixed on him, waiting for his impassionate answer.

"Come on, Allen, I really want to know," Road giggled, placing her small hand on his on the table. "Maybe you could write something for us some time."

Her dark blue eyes looked at him admiringly, her pale skin glowing in the dim overhead lights. She was barely seventeen, but world savvy in many ways, having been with Delete since its inception two years ago. Although a nationally acclaimed rock star, she was still going to school like a normal teenager, still had friends her age, and still went home to her parents every night when she wasn't on tour or away for promotional reasons. Of course it made it all easier for her to have her older sister Lulubell in the group as the lead guitarist.

His eyes fell on the white haired guy called Wisely, who played the drums, sitting right from Cross and then on the black haired and blonde haired guys who were looking at him longingly. If he recalled it correctly the black haired one was call David and his boyfriend, the blonde haired one, was Jasdero. Both played second guitar and bass respectively.

"Well, it's mostly real life experiences that drive me to write," he said, shrugging and sitting back.

"I would love to sing one of your songs!" Road then said excitedly. "Will you write me one?"

Allen scratched the back of his head demurely. "Err, sure, yeah."

She squealed happily and then turned her attention to Lenalee who was sitting on her other side, starting a conversation with her.

This was supposed to be fun and entertaining, but Allen couldn't bring his mind to stop thinking about Tyki. Despite everyone's good intentions and good mood, it still felt like he was wasting his time sitting here.

Tyki said he'd call and the moment that was supposed to happen couldn't come quick enough.

"Please excuse me," he said after a moment, standing from his seat.

"Where are you going, Allen?" Road giggled, holding him back with a hand on his wrist.

"Bathroom," he mouthed in a played confidential way.

"Oh…!" she whispered back, grinning.

He had to keep himself from walking faster than normal and sighed in relief when he finally stood outside on the patio of the restaurant, looking at the sinking sun above the ocean.

"You didn't even have it in you to look even remotely interested, did you?"

A cloud of smoke wafted past him and Allen recognized the brand by its odor. He looked away and leaned onto the reeling, not saying anything.

"I wonder how long you'll be able to keep doing this, Allen," he said, placing his glass of wine on the reeling.

"Fuck off. I don't want to be here," Allen murmured.

Cross took a last drag of his smoke. "Obviously." He exhaled and put out the cigarette on the underside of his left shoe, tossing the butt over the reeling. "I only did this to help the band, you know?"

Allen scowled. "Right."

Cross shook his head. "Believe me, don't believe me, it doesn't really matter at this point, the result of what you're doing is proof enough to convince me."

"Proof of fucking what?" Allen exploded, turning to him. "Huh?"

"That you're running," Cross said, unfazed.

"From what, from you?" Allen scoffed. "Please, please get over yourself, Marian."

Cross grabbed him by an arm at that, his cool demeanor now gone. "I don't know, you tell me, Allen."

Allen glared at him. "Remember how my face used to look when you fucked me?" he whispered venomously, approaching his face to his and pulling his arm free. "Now, imagine Tyki's on top of it, because the only face I see when I'm cumming, is his."

Cross took a step closer and Allen lifted his head defiantly, expression flinching a bit when Cross forcefully closed his hands around his upper arms, holding him in a thight grip.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

They both turned their heads in the direction of the voice.

"Tyki," Allen breathed in relief, releasing himself from Cross' hold again.

Tyki reached out for Allen with a hand, his other hand in his pocket as he stared hard at Cross, eyes gleaming dangerously.

Allen moved away from Cross and took Tyki's hand.

"Are you alright?' he whispered, glancing at Allen when he nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

"You told me where you'd be and who you'd be with so I got here as soon as my plane landed," Tyki explained calmly, looking at the red haired man again coldly, "If I see you lay a hand on him again, you'll live to regret it."

"God..." Cross rolled his eyes disdainfully. "Allen, this guy is a joke!"

"And yet you still manage to be the biggest retard here," Allen retorted coolly before following Tyki back inside so they could leave the restaurant.

Cross growled and hit the wineglass off the reeling in a fit of anger, cussing when he cut his fingers in the process.

This 'letting go to have Allen come back'-thing wasn't working at all.


Up next: It would seem that not all glittering things are golden and what is it that Cross knows about Tyki?

ToBeContinued in 8. The Moon

-BDP-