Hey guys!
Sorry about the wait, school and then I was planning on getting this done yesterday but I had to fall ill (of course). So, as I sit here with phlegm and a sore throat, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
"RRRRG!"
Fingers wove through the white strands as the young man paced around the home, his thoughts a mixed puddle despite it being only a week since the event that caused him to be so confused and unsure of himself.
It was just a stupid estimation on his part, a dumb though that ran through his skull for whatever reason. Maybe it had been a repeat of what the elder had done almost a month before, maybe because he was reading the signals wrong, maybe because it looked like the elder was leading him on, maybe because he wanted it-
White hair shook in defiance; it wasn't like he wanted Kanda to kiss him, after all, why would he? He didn't feel anything but contempt for the young man who seemed determined to make his life a living hell, he didn't want anything more than what they had, he didn't even want to know Kanda, he didn't want to feel the firm lips cover his or his hands sliding over his hips…
"RRRRG!"
Again the sound came from his lips, his body falling with a soft thump on the couch.
What was wrong with him!? There was no reason for those thoughts, no reason to want Kanda, no reason he wanted to get close to the elder. And yet, all rational thoughts escaped his dreams as he wondered why he was standing naked in a pool, silver eyes staring at the moon until a splash made him looking over his shoulder at the young man that deliberately walked towards him, the cobalt eyes boring into Allen's. Though Allen shivered slightly, it was not because he was cold, his body remaining still as he let Kanda approach him, the long fingers reaching to cup the pale cheek before his lips captured Allen's, the younger melting into the touch.
"Kanda…"
Allen let the fingers roam from his neck down to his chest and sides, the tips fluttering over his abdomen and waist, the elder pushing deeply into the kiss. Unable to support, the young man fell into the water, the two falling into the blue liquid, sinking deeper and deeper until the silver eyes snapped open.
His heart still hammered in his chest at the thought, his breath still felt shortened whenever he thought of the dream. As nervous as it made him feel, a part of Allen wanted to feel it, he liked it; and he hated to admit that.
He would never admit that.
He wouldn't admit what wasn't true.
Feet marched over to the balcony, the clear day taunting him with its beauty, his arms wrapped around the balcony railing, the eyes unconsciously trailing to the pool where a well-muscled back swam with powerful and broad strokes, the head coming up every now and then for air, the lips parting to skim the surface of the water.
Groaning, Allen hit his head as hard as he could've on the wood, hoping that if it didn't kill him, he might become brain dead.
"Dammit," the young man whimpered, "God dammit…"
He was just sexually frustrated, that was all. Allen hadn't been with anyone in forever; he'd had a few sexual encounters since he discovered his sexuality but aside from it, he'd never been attracted to anyone… not like this. Again the white hair shook. It wasn't an attraction, it was just pent up desire that never reared its head during puberty. Scarred fingers ran over his face; that or he was just tired, tired and stir-crazy and Kanda was the only thing attractive in a three-mile radius, that and nothing more.
If he kept telling himself, Allen figured he'd believe it, eventually. At least, he hoped he did.
He wanted too.
Allen didn't want to even like Kanda, he didn't want to fall for someone who so blatantly hated him, who could not and would never reciprocate his feelings. Why would he? The elder had made it so obviously clear about his feelings towards Allen and it was apparent those feelings he harboured since the day they met were never going to change, not even if the young man got on his hands and knees and begged him.
And he never would.
The door shut behind the young man, his mind still swimming with thoughts he never wanted to have.
"Why me?" Allen mumbled, "just supposed to be a nice, relaxing summer… wasn't supposed to happen like this…" his body flopped on the couch, a deep sigh escaping his lips as his eyes were covered by his arm.
"Like what?"
It shouldn't have surprised Allen when Kanda appeared at the balcony, his body now clad in pants and a t-shirt that clung mercilessly to his defined abdomen and chest.
"Like having you for a neighbour," the younger shot, technically not a lie though his tone gave the wrong impression.
"What's flown up your bonnet?" Kanda muttered, his sculpted eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"You," Allen informed him, glancing out to the young man who was now searching for a piece of fruit Allen had left unguarded.
"Month and a half of knowing me and I'm the most irritating thing to you," the elder smartly informed him, "at least we're even in that regard."
"Good to know," the young man murmured, "shouldn't your mother be flipping her shit that you're no longer in the pool?"
"My mother won't be flipping anything around me for two weeks," Kanda seemed in glee at this, "she and my father left for a business getaway."
"And you're not with them?" Allen questioned.
"It's a getaway," the young Japanese man reiterated, "as in, I get two weeks away from them."
"How lovely for you," the younger shuffled back into his relaxed position, "so… why are you here then?"
"Nothing better to do," Kanda shrugged, his eyes looking over the couch's back to the young man lounging on it, "entertain me."
"No," the younger said flatly, his eyes glancing up to glare at the elder.
"Che," the elder shrugged, "right, I forgot; you were just getting your entertainment."
"What!?" the young man announced, "what the Hell!?"
"I saw you watching me, again," Kanda's attitude turned even deadlier, if at all possible, "what did I say about that!?"
"I dunno," the English man shot back, "I happened to be out there and so did you; I was not watching you."
"Bullshit," the elder snarled.
"It's not!" silver eyes narrowed, "I have better things to do with my time!"
"Once again, bullshit!"
"Well I do," Allen turned over to his hip, "could you leave me alone?"
"You look like you're about to have a nap," the elder pointed out.
"Yeah, I am," he shrugged, "and could you not disrupt me? I haven't had much sleep lately."
"Really? And here I was thinking it's your time of the month," Kanda huffed, his arms crossing over his chest as he moved towards the front door.
"What… seriously!?" Allen asked, "you're not going to fight me on that?"
"I have my house to myself for two weeks," the young Japanese man pointed out, "it doesn't have my mother or you; why would I waste my time doing something I hate?"
"I've been asking myself that for the last month and a half," the younger muttered underneath his breath.
"And don't spy on me again!" the elder shouted while the door shut loudly behind him, the brief interaction nothing unsurprising to Allen. Kanda would often just pop in and out, barking some snippy comment to the young man, engage in a swift fight, and then turn on his heel and leave, claiming to have something better to do than waste his time with Allen.
Another deep sigh escaped Allen's lips as he reached to stretch his arms above his head for a full stretch.
Allen was sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated, and alone with the only thing to look at being Kanda and his rather impressively sculpted upper torso. He groaned slightly; the younger had to stop thinking about the elder if his mental health was worth anything.
Blankets pulled over his form, the young man snuggled as best he could into the sheets, his body relaxing into the warmth surrounding him. Humming slightly, the legs kicked around as he adjusted to his comfort.
"Kanda," Allen called quietly in response to the door opening and shutting, "I'm sleeping, could you please piss off."
There was no response from the elder, the footsteps almost non-existent though Allen strained his ears. Curious, the younger lifted his head off the pillow, his face turning to pull himself up off the couch only to have his nose brush up against Kanda's.
"Geez!" the younger suddenly yelled, his body falling back to the couch cushions in shock, "Kanda what the Hell!?"
"Came back," the taller smirked.
"Wh-Why would you do that!?" Allen snapped, "seriously!?"
"Told you, I was bored," Kanda practically purred, his body gracefully slipping over the back of the couch to hover over the elder, "there's nothing else to do."
The silver eyes searched the cobalt in confusion, realization only dawning on Allen when the smirk remained unmoved though his hands gently slid to the hem of his pants and found his pale torso.
"K-Kanda!?" the young man squeaked out, "wh-what the Hell!?"
"Well, almost nothing," lips whispered into Allen's ear, the hot breath on the nape of his neck making him shiver unconsciously.
"W-Wait… what!?"
"Will you just stop being such a spaz?" Kanda told him, Allen almost too stunned to respond.
Fingers slowly slid up the pale sides, the tips moving from under the shirt to slide up towards Allen's toned chest, his lips quivering as he tried to find a reasonable argument, something that would make Kanda act this way, why the elder came back.
Why Allen wanted more.
Tension seemed to slip from the younger's body as he tilted into the hand that slipped around his back, his head leaning back as he raised his arms over his head, his shirt thrown off his body and landing behind the armrest of the couch. Arms still above his head, Allen sighed as he felt lips affix themselves to the crook of his neck, teeth slipping over his pale flesh and nibbling on the sensitive skin.
Nails were gently scraping over the torso and heaving chest, the younger feeling the strong form slip around him so that Kanda was now between him and the couch, the lips still kissing the neck while the fingers ran over the body.
"Kan… hah… ah!"
Allen moaned softly as his body was toyed with, the long fingers pressing and rubbing the sensitive nub as the body atop Kanda's twitched deliciously, his own hands pressing on the strong thighs as the head lolled.
"Kanda," the younger breathed, his hands tightening on the forearm that was slowly moving across the hips.
Legs shuffling, the toes curled when a hand brushed against his hardening member, a shocked gasp managing to escape the pale lips. Bucking and jerking involuntarily, Allen's eyes fluttered open only to reveal his silver eyes had rolled back in his head in his delirium.
Kanda was relentless in his ministrations of Allen's now straining erection, the fingers slipping over the heated flesh and underneath his jeans to grip the pulsing member.
"AH! K-Kanda!" the younger moaned, his hands disentangling themselves from Kanda's skull to cover the hands that were in his pants, the fingers ignoring the protests as they slid up and down the shaft and around his sensitive testicles, squeezing and running along the veins and skin.
The other hand found its way to Allen's shoulder and over the upper arm, the fingers pressing at the muscles as an impromptu massage, the hand sliding to the exposed nipple, resuming the plucking and tweaking, the body in the strong arms suddenly jerking in response.
Allen had no concept about why he wasn't resisting, he didn't understand why the word no wasn't in his brain at the moment.
And he didn't care.
"AH!"
White hair tilted back to touch the shoulder, his chest arching into the air as it heaved and searched for air, his nails gripping at the arms that were busily pleasuring him, nails digging into the flesh and tightened as he was brought closer to his climax.
Both hands searched Allen's lower half, one teasing his weeping member while the other ran over the smooth thighs, the muscles pressed at and rubbed sensually, Kanda's breath still against his ears, the hot air slow and steady, as though this whole ordeal wasn't affecting him for a moment, that it was just Allen who was feeling this pleasure.
"Kanda…" Allen whimpered quietly, "Kanda…"
"Bakamoyashi," the deep voice suddenly spoke up, "what?"
"I-I… y-you… ah…. Ahhhh!"
The slimmer body shivered as he neared his climax, his body pulling off Kanda's heated skin as his form tensed, ready to come at the elder's fingers. The head of white hair turned to look at Kanda's eyes, the firm lips nearing his own with almost agonizing slowness.
"OI! MOYASHI!"
Allen woke with a horrible realization that sent him tumbling from the couch to the floor, his stomach pressing against the wood while his skin, still slick with sweat, was desperate to cool off. Looking around, Allen noticed the open door and, in his attempt to head towards it, he had a second revelation.
While his encounter with Kanda had been nothing but a figment of his imagination, his straining erection had not been.
"Y-Yeah?" Allen called as best he could from his vantage point, desperate not to move his legs from their position.
"Forgot to tell you, people are coming over next weekend, don't join us!" Kanda yelled from the deck, his head peeking into the living room, confusion on his face, "what the Hell are you doing there?"
"Counting the grains in the wood," the young man muttered sarcastically, "you startled me and I fell out, next question."
"Why don't you get up?" Kanda followed-up, the younger flinching slightly.
"Why do you care?" Allen snapped, "don't you have an empty house to go to?"
With another Che, the elder figured to ignore the younger, his back turned to Allen allowing for the younger to move slowly to the bathroom to relieve his immediate problem. His other problem, was only becoming more complicated. No matter what Allen had said to himself in the past, there was very little he could tell himself now that could convince him he was not attracted to Kanda Yuu.
And yet, he'd still try.
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