A/N: Okay guys, this one starts out a little spicy, I don't know exactly if it falls out of rating standards, but since I don't really describe anything [more or less suggestive tones and dialogue. I'm going to leave it. However, if you guys think it risks the story, please let me know, and I'll try to figure out how the hell to fix this for the site.

Incubation
Part Ten

Mouths crushed against each other in a strangled fit of desire. The door had barely gotten opened before fingers started pulling clothes and needy teeth grazed hot flesh. Kanda had taken beansprout by surprise and he'd partially surprised himself. Normally, they went about their heated romping more discreetly; but he forgot to care at that particular moment when he was pulling Allen free from his clothes and running his tongue down skin that others didn't get the pleasure of seeing.

Perhaps it was a mission complete, in conjunction with them being separated for weeks before, that sent him into such a needy fit. He didn't know, he didn't care. All he understood was what his body wanted and he was going to get it from the little bastard who had managed to become the focus of his desires. It was clear that the victim of his sudden sexual assault wasn't complaining about it and Kanda managed to move him back to the closest surface—dropping him back into a chair and moving himself to his knees in front of him.

He was sure this looked degrading as hell, but pleasure took a backseat to any images of himself he tried to follow. He enjoyed making those pleasured grunts rip from the beansprout's throat. Trailing saliva along skin, he knew he was driving the brat absolutely nuts. The squirming gave it away and he couldn't help but feel the need to press him nearly to the breaking point. It wasn't often that he took the initiative in this particular practice, but he liked the direction Allen's reaction was taking and if that meant devouring him entirely, he could take the challenge.

"Hnn…Kanda…" Allen's voice trickled to his ears and it sent more waves of desire through him. It just made him dance his tongue against his heated flesh. Even the chilled air was inferior to the hot intensity between them.

During his assault, he found himself slipping out of his own pants. It was an action that he wasn't even aware he was doing, but he knew it was just a reflection of what he wanted. Allen was going to be a good beansprout and comply. He brushed his hair out of his face and pursed his lips once more, pulling back—causing Allen to let out nearly inhuman, strangled groans. Part of him wanted to just keep on until Allen couldn't take it anymore, but he also had other plans to carry out.

"Unh…Hey…what are you…?"

Kanda leaned up and left a languid kiss against his lips, sharing saliva sloppily; but not caring. Rising from his knees, he kicked his slacks completely off and crawled over the boy—now trapped between the chair and him. He didn't figure Allen would complain and returned to licking the side of his face possessively. "I know how much you dislike taking me dry. So I thought I'd give you something. Since I know you didn't bring anything and I didn't either. I won't let you last long, so it should be enough."

"Kanda…" The whisper came back. It was strained and laced with the same level of lust that started the whole thing. Kanda wasn't a stupid man. He knew how this particular play made the boy react. When he took matters into his own hands, yet still offered his body, it was utterly sense shattering to Allen. And he wasn't going to tell stories and say he didn't enjoy grinding himself on that horny little lover of his. Shit, just thinking about it sent lustful waves across him, until he covered Allen's body with his own—seated in the man's lap. Any flickers of initial pain didn't last. This wasn't new to either of them.

This fluid motion between them had taken lots of practice; but when they finally memorized each other's bodies, it was nearly a second nature. The angry, painful, and needy romping had turned into eager, gratifying bouts of companionship—laced with just enough violent desire to keep them both happy.

Teeth scraped the flushed flesh of the boy's neck, eliciting a groan. He never pierced skin, but he always went almost far enough to. At that point, when the friction was high and bordering on raw, he didn't have the capacity to leave well tailored marks. His fingers dug into the boy's back and he could feel his heart beating as hard as his own. For as intense as the attack was, he knew it wasn't going to be long; but that didn't bother him in the least. It was always about quality—not quantity.

The only sound filtering through the chilly air was their breathing. The panting escalated as the seconds slipped into minutes and Allen's body seized against him. The burning hot desire between them pushed them into their own world, where nothing but that moment existed. Allen's arms wrapped tightly around his body, embracing him flush against him in his hazed aftermath.

He was losing himself in the stupid brat and leaned his neck back to bring his face to his. Eyes slipped closed and, blindly, he took the breath right out of the brat's lungs with the neediness of his kiss. Just on the edge, he moved his mouth back enough to let a groan whisper across Allen's lips.

Panting hard, his eyes shot open and he sat up.

"Kanda?"

Dark eyes looked over stupidly. Allen was sitting next to him, with those big silver eyes full of every ounce of concern his body could muster. What he wasn't; was in a chair in a hotel room, on a mission, out in the middle of no where…and Kanda wasn't riding him like a horny teenager. He was actually not even directly touching the boy at the particular moment. They were both fully clothed…

It took him a long moment for all the receptors in his brain to function properly and remember where he was. It took him a longer moment to try and piece together why on earth he'd gone one minute—romping with his lover—to the next minute—sitting up in a bed with the same half awake person. As clarity leaked back into his mind, he realized why it felt so vivid—like he'd lived that particular scene before…

…He'd just vividly dreamed about their last mission…and it sunk into his head just hard enough to have him uncomfortably needy. Fuck. "Hm…" He grunted shortly, dropping his gaze down to the space between them. It wasn't like he could just up and announce: 'I dreamed I was fucking you'. Well, he could…but his ego was resisting that.

"Are you okay? You were clammy, and—"

"Shut up, I'm fine," the response was with sniper's accuracy, cutting Allen's words down like targets.

But people like Allen don't stay down. "Kanda…are you sure you're okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Ouch, no need to bite my head off. You kinda lost it earlier. Sorry for giving a damn," Allen said with a tinge of annoyance. It wasn't like his dark haired mate was the best of people upon waking, but he usually wasn't that unpleasant—not enough to have that tone anyway. "If you're fine, then okay. But if there's something wrong…"

"It's fine…" His voice came out softer and he took another breath—letting himself calm down from the way his blood had been surging through his arteries. "I just woke up from a dream, that's all."

Allen leaned forward and rested his head on his folded knees, watching him carefully. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about? I know, I know: shut the fuck up, beansprout. But I thought I'd offer."

"No…it's just…fine…I…" Was just dreaming about things I'd do to you right now if I didn't think you'd tell me NO. "…was tired. That's all."

"The shock must have gotten to you. If I had known he would just say it like that I—"

"Shut up, Moyashi. That bastard has no other way he can function if he's not degrading others and victimizing women. I'm not…not thinking about that right now. And I don't want to. Understand?" He snapped the last part harder than he meant. He just…didn't want to think about...Twins. It didn't scare him…it didn't really worry him…it just meant something that he wasn't willing to own up to. It all seemed too farfetched. All too stupid. All too surreal and even as he stared at Allen, he felt like this was the dream. He felt like his reality was back in the hotel where he and the little idiot had gone at it too hard, too fast and he broke his sense of reality for a moment. It just wasn't possible or plausible for the events of the last month to have actually been the truth he was living with.

He hadn't spent a month balancing between constant sleep and the insane urge to vomit. He hadn't felt so dizzy at times that he had to sit down. His sense of smell wasn't making everything like an overbearing odor. His stomach was still toned as it should be and no organs were being torn to pieces in his gut. Allen hadn't spilled his affections and promised to be there, despite the deep hole they'd gotten themselves into.

None of this was real…

Except it was.

"Dear god, I'm pregnant."

The words floated out of his mouth before he could even stop them and it sent a strange tremor up his spine. His breath caught in his throat and he didn't know how to react after that particular outburst. Allen's hands in front of him were folded in the sheet tightly and he knew why. For him to say that…was probably alarming. Even so, he couldn't look up at the brat. Seeing those big doe eyes just brought him down from the pedestal of his own ego. The way the stupid little shit cared so hard made him less confrontational—though, he still felt like he could throw him through a window if he kept up the sappy love struck bullshit.

A hand trailed across his cheek and buried into his hair. The body attached to the hand moved closer until he was wrapped in the younger boy's arms. The warmth between them left him feeling soothed, for some strange reason. His eyes slipped closed and he felt his mind flash back to the last thing he remembered in his dream. Opening his eyes again, he shifted uncomfortably—thinking about the way he felt that night.

Whatever made him dream that memory had left a fresh perspective on it. He'd never remembered feeling that…urgent. He'd certainly never been in that much of a hurry to use the boy like he craved him like air.

"Beansprout…I think I figured something out…"

"Hmm?"

"The reason I jumped you so hard that night…On that mission… I had already absorbed the Innocence without knowing. We never checked til morning. It made me unable to stop myself, I think."

Allen made a face that could only be described as a pout and he placed his hand to Kanda's chin and pulled him too look at him finally. "I would have rather thought you were just that excited to have me alone."

"All I said was it made me unable to stop myself, beansprout. I didn't say it made me want you too. I already had that fuckin problem before it heisted by body."

Whether he realized it or not, the words he'd spoken had just shot straight to Allen's heart and nearly made the white haired boy attack him with a kiss. He'd indirectly admitted that he wanted Allen, regardless of outside influence…that was like being told that Kanda really did care about him—despite how damn abusive he could be at times.

"Well, that's relieving. I'd hate to think I didn't have at least some desirability."

Kanda stared at him and let a very teasing smile faint his lips, "you have a little."

"A little?"

"Yeah, just a speck."

"You're such an ass."

"You seem to care for this ass…an awful lot," he sneered, moving his face closer to Allen's.

"Yeah…well…wait…what made you think of all that to begin with?"

Kanda reeled back for a second, completely forgetting that his revelation had come because he'd been dreaming about doing unspeakable things with the beansprout. "Hn…I…" He continued, mumbling out the words incoherently.

"You what?"

"I was dreaming about it," he turned his head away with a scowl.

Allen blinked a bit before his brain quickly caught on and suddenly, the strange panting made sense. "Oooh. Er…"

"You know…" Kanda started, leaning just a bit back to see the full of Allen's face. Eyes connected and it didn't take the British teen long to figure out Kanda wanted something. He had a look in his eyes when he wanted something. Especially this kind of look…and given the topic of the conversation, he didn't have to even think twice on where he was going to attempt to go.

"No."

"You did eve—"

"No, Kanda."

"Buzz kill."

"Komui told us not to risk it. Just let it go and you'll calm down enough to go back to bed. I'm not going to put you in danger beca—ah!" Allen's expression changed to one of slight fear when Kanda righted himself to his knees and leaned over him on the bed.

"I don't give a damn shit. I was told I have twin spawns of you in my body and I just admitted to something I didn't want to. You're going to fuck me or I'm going to strangle you to death. If I have to give you incentive, I can give you incentive. I actually don't feel like projectile vomiting, so don't you dare take this chance from me." It came out like a husky growl, restraining fierce demand that Allen was starting to get the impression that he wasn't going to win this fight.

"Kanda…this is your health at ri—"

"Allen Walker…"

"Hnng…" Allen whined, hearing his name drop off Kanda's tongue so demandingly. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that he was attempting to say no to sex with Kanda and losing his resolve quickly. "Okay…okay…just. You have to tell me if you feel any discomfort. Any. At all. I don't care how little. Just tell m—hmmf."

Kanda cut him off with a hand over his mouth. "I'll tell you if anything hurts and I won't push it, blah blah blah, can we have sex now?"

Allen pulled Kanda's hand away and kissed his palm, "are you sure you're okay? You really were out of it earlier."

"I need less thinking. I need you to shut up. I've already gone through my daily dose of character growth, now fuck me."

Letting out a snort, Allen raised a hand and grabbed a handful of his shirt—pulling him down. "I better not hear any complaints in the morning, when I'm holding back your hair because you're sick to your stomach and whining about sore muscles over the tub."

"I'll just vomit on you."

"That is not the way to get me excited, BaKanda."

"Tch." He moved his arm and ran his fingers along the fabric of Allen's sleep slacks, trailing up until he ran out of leg, moving his hand out of Allen's direct line of sight…

"Hnnnngn!"

"That worked then. Ha."

To be Continued…

A/N: Not too explicit is it? I tried to keep it vague.