"Krory, there you are," Allen caught up to the taller Exorcist. "Would you spar with me? Lavi was going to but he had to leave early."

"Sure, I was going to grab a drink but I can get it later," Krory smiled at the smaller boy and followed after him, tuning out the odd joking complaints about the last mission the boy had been on.

"Full contact?" Krory asked out of habit, sometimes the boy just wanted to work on his speed.

"Yeah," Allen answered as they started their fight.

The sparring went well, Krory was able to keep his injuries hidden and protected from the quick handed young Exorcist. That was until he miss stepped and was struck across his chest; pain resonated outward from bandaged cut. Krory gasped, his legs turned to rubber at the sensation, he thudded to the ground when he couldn't catch himself. "Krory?!" Allen dropped all will to fight when he saw the older Exorcist gasping and clutching his chest on the ground. "Are you alright?"

Krory's heart was pounding in his ears as he tried to stop the sudden aroused shuddering he felt. Allen was getting closer, "Krory, are you alright?" The boy was concerned, as always, for his friend. He reached to touch the down Exorcist, "What did I hit?" Krory moaned loudly when the worried boy's hand tapped down onto his shoulder wound. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… uh," Allen's eyes were suddenly wide at the glazed, lust filled eyes looking up at him. "Krory?"

Krory's mind wasn't working anymore; he wanted the pain to be worse. "Master," was whispered as those mindless eyes continued to look at the one that had hurt him and saw another in the boy's place.

"Ma…." Allen's face paled, "Krory, Krory! Snap out of it," Allen was backing up as the taller man started crawling toward him. "Krory…. Arystar snap out of it!"

"Master, let me please you," Allen was suddenly staring down at a rather aggressive Krory.

"No," the older man had circled his long arms around his waist. Those sharp teeth flashed for a moment before they were placed harmlessly pressed against the shocked boy's crotch. "Krory," Allen gasped, truly afraid to try to get free of those dangerously sharp fangs. "Krory…" He tried again to reach the 'gone' Exorcist, it didn't work. "Sorry, Krory," he panted as he slammed his fist into the back of the preoccupied man's head. There was a grunt as Krory fell away with another moan from the shuddering man.

"Master," Krory said again, eyes opening to finally focus on Allen clearly. "Not Master," a blink. "Oh God, Allen! What did I do?"

"Tried to suck me! What were you thinking and why were you calling me Master?!" Allen shouted at the suddenly normal acting, pouting, Krory.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, Master always wants to be sucked," Krory responded, still a little out of it from the blow to the head.

"Krory, are you…" Allen wasn't even sure how to ask it, Krory was looking straight at him with his usual pathetically innocent look.

"I'm sorry," Krory said as he started getting to his feet, he stumbled when the world spun and fell right on top of Allen.

The smaller gasped and brought his leg up out of instinct, striking Krory in the groin. Allen cringed when he realized what he had down, "Krory I didn't mean to!"

Krory was clawing at the ground, trying not to rub himself against the younger boy even knowing that part of him was still useless. "Allen, you better not hurt me again. I don't think I can stay in my right mind much longer," he was panting as he forced himself off the smaller boy.

"Okay," Allen stuttered out, honestly what else was there to say? "Do you need help?" he asked when he noticed Krory wavering as he stood back up.

"I think I'm bleeding again," Krory said as he tried to not become enthralled by the feel of the blood seeping from his bandaged crotch.

"Bleeding, where?" Allen was in worry mode again, Krory chuckled at him. Do you really want to know, was the only logical translation for the look Allen was getting. "Uh… Never mind." Allen's mothering instinct kicked in and he ended up asking, "Do you need any, uh, help with it?"

Krory gave an odd whimper/chuckle as he glanced down to hide behind his white/blonde bangs. "Uh, I might… It's not exactly something I would like to show the lady nurses," Allen blinked at the mumbling man. He noticed when Krory paled as he looked up at him and down towards the floor. A whimper was heard.

"What?"

"I think Master went a little too far this time…" Krory whimpered with a whine as they got to his room. "We did some, very rough playing last night."

"You really are," Allen's eyes roved over the older Exorcist when the man started pulling off his coat and shirt. "God Krory, what the hell's happened to you?!" There were dozens of scars, old and new running along the man's back.

"I… I like… pain," was stuttered in a very soft voice.

"I knew it," Allen grumbled as he looked away. "Let me see how bad it is," Krory blinked at the boy's suddenly neutral reaction as he was helped with the bandage on his chest. "It's really deep but it doesn't look to have reopened. Is that the worst of it?" He asked when his eyes flicked to the large bandaging on his back.

Krory flinched, "No…"

"Uh, how low is the wound?" Allen asked, glancing down toward his navel.

"Lower than that," was barely above a whisper as he kept his eyes away from the helpful friend. Allen blinked before looking up at him, Krory couldn't meet his eyes and the boy flinched, "Oh…" After the boy finally composed himself he rubbed his eyes. "You're into some hardcore stuff aren't you," more a statement than a question.

Krory whimpered as he nodded his head. "I said that I liked pain…"

"Most don't take it to cock and ball torture," Allen said, the clown was gone for now and he might as well act like a knowing adult for a while. "Alright… I know I'm going to regret this, let me see," Krory paled and flinched away from the other. "Stop that, now just let me see how bad it is."

"Uh," the taller Exorcist just kept swallowing, unable to try to speak.

"Krory, don't make me hold you down and force you, you'd probably like that." Krory flinched, the young boy was right.

"Uh, I uh… h-h-haven't really s-seen how uh… b-bad it is," was finally stammered out as the older Exorcist turned about six different shades of blush and pale along the way.

"…" Allen blinked at the whining man, a frown showed. "Let me see."

Krory jerked back when the boy went to grab at his waist, "Please, stop! You'll end up hurting me again… and I don't think I could take another hit without…" Allen blinked when the other would not even look toward him.

"Fine, show me then." Krory gulped and went to go sit down on his bed, pulling his belt off to unhook his pants.

"Uh, I must warn you, it is really bad."

"You haven't even looked at it and you know it's 'really bad'?" Allen said, starting to become a little annoyed.

"I only looked at the tip and didn't dare to look farther," Krory whimpered when he slid his pants down his hips to show the bandaged area.

"That bad?" Allen said as he saw red seeping slightly into the white bandaging, the worst he thought of was light cutting. He'd heard it caused bad bleeding and horrible pain but it wasn't that bad… It just looked worse than it was. And the way Krory had always acted around them they had all pegged him for a wimp when it came to pain. Allen blinked when he realized that every time Lavi had smacked him in teasing had been a different type than the Bookman had intended and the vampiric Exorcist had been trying to hide his want for it. He suddenly became leery of exactly how 'rough' the man had liked playing when the bandages were being carefully pulled away.

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Allen rushed out into the hall and slammed the door, leaning against it as he clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. How could anyone do that to another person?! He heard crying from behind the door and he turned to open it, Krory was sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest. "Hey, don't cry," he was already moving to comfort him.

"I'm such a sick, twisted," Allen shushed him as he rubbed his back, being careful of the gauze.

"No, you're not; you're just different than most people. You are actually a very lucky individual… Most would flinch away from pain and are scared of it, you're not."

"No, I run head first into it because it gives me some sort of cheap thrill," Krory grumbled into his knees.

Allen tried to smirk, it barely held, "Everyone is different…"

"To the point of what I let be done to me?" Krory said, not even needing to indicate toward his re-bandaged crotch.

"Yes." Allen failed not to flinch from remembering helping him be sure it would heal properly. "We should get you some Akuma blood, that didn't look like it will heal without some."

"Let me finished getting dressed," Krory said as he got up to pull on his clothes.

"What does it feel like to you?" Allen didn't even look toward the tall Exorcist as they walked down the hall once Krory got his hands on a glass of Akuma's blood from the science department.

"…" Krory's eyes narrowed in question but nodded when he understood, "Good."

Allen couldn't help but snort, "That's it? That's the reason you went through," his head nodded downward as he raised an eye brow.

"That was just… Amazing," Allen blinked at the sudden change in the man's tone. "I meant it as proof that I was truly sorry and it," there was a shaky sigh and it made the younger man a little nervous.

"Even with what it did to, you still," he got a nod when he saw those lust filled eyes again. Allen shuddered but it wasn't at the thought of going through that. "Krory, who is your Master?"

"Master is Master," was all he got in response, he blinked in confusion.

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to protect them from being held responsible?"

"No, Master is not responsible for what I let be done to me. I am the only one responsible."

Now Allen was really confused. "Are you… not allowed to tell others?"

Krory looked upward until he saw Allen's face, a small smirk tugging at his lip, "Master has all but carved his name into me, though I am not allowed to say it."

"What if another tries to be your Master?"

Krory looked sad, "No other will ever be as good as Master, that is why I chose him."

"M's are so weird," Allen grumbled to himself even though Krory could hear it.

"I'm not just an M, I'm a slave too. I do as told or Master won't play with me anymore," Krory spoke with a hollow tone, Allen was just staring at him slack jawed.

"Any Master or just yours?" Curiosity got the better of him and he suddenly shoved the confused man toward the stone wall, his knee brought up to press unpleasantly against his still healing groin, "You called me Master just a little while ago after all."

Krory tried to suppress the moan at the feel of the boy's knee pinching him, it didn't work, "Ah… Allen. Please, don't…"

"I'm just asking a question," Krory looked down at the innocent look in the boy's face even as he pushed the knee against him harder.

"God, Allen, please!" His head tapped back against the wall as he whimpered with each shift the boy's knee did. The little brat was meaning to make him lose his mind!

"Please what? Stop, continue? End it?" The last question was purred out as Krory saw something very dark shine behind the clown's eyes. The knee shifted left, he moaned and felt his cock starting to jump. A surprised sound left his throat, it was actually hardening. "Hmm, seems it can heal even after being cut down the middle…" Allen chuckled as he felt the pinned organ swelling. "That's good; I was worried you wouldn't heal."

"So was I," was squeaked out a few octaves too high when the knee dug in more. "Please stop."

"You want me to stop?" Allen's lips were right next to Krory's bent head as the knee pressed more, the boy was leaning onto it as much as he could. There was a nod and Allen suddenly removed his knee from the fully hard organ.

Krory was left panting, wanting the pain to return just as soon as it had left. "No, please," he couldn't help but say when Allen started walking away. "Don't leave me, like this…"

"Aren't you going to go running to your Master and beg Him to beat you?"

"Master, isn't here," Krory said without thinking.

Allen raised a brow, it wasn't a direct answer to his previous question but it was a start. "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Anything, just don't stop," Krory pulled himself away from the wall. This wasn't Master, he got to play back rather than just be played with."I can make it worth your while," he purred into the smaller boy's ear, he was rewarded with a shudder running down the other's spine.

"Yeah? How so?" Allen asked, being a sadistic bastard purposefully, knowing Krory would love it.

"Do with me as you wish, and all I will do is moan," Krory risked running his tongue along the side of Allen's throat, wondering what his reaction would be to his teeth being so near. When the boy straightened and gave a pleading whimper he knew it would be very fun to play with him just to make him squirm. "I love bondage, in fact the only time I'm ever out of them are," Allen seemed so startled when Krory suddenly dropped to his knees in the middle of the hallway and started dragging down his zipper.

"Krory," was let out in a harsh whisper as his head swung left and right to make sure no one was there to see. He let out a long moan when the kneeling man started sucking on his half hardened member, the talented mouth having it fully hard in a single pass as he started slurping on it loudly. "God, Count," Allen's head fell back as he let his eye close. He never would have thought with that many teeth, the man never once even tapped him with a single one. "Need to… stop."

"Stop?" Krory asked after quickly pulling away.

"Ah," Allen cried out at the sudden loss of that wonderful mouth before shaking his head, "Yes, we can't be found like this out here."

"I kind of like it, your moans echo so nicely against the stone," Allen had no choice once that mouth was back around him, all he could do was just that, moan.

"Kro…ry, gonna," Allen panted as he tried to hold it back.

"Mmm," the responding hum was enough to send him over the edge, his seed shooting down the waiting throat as he just moaned and whimpered his completion. "You taste better than I thought," was said as Allen blinked blurry eyes down at the man licking his lips. His breathe caught once he realized what it was he was licking off his lips. "What? I can't enjoy myself? Hmm, you were so dominant a minute ago, where did this little submissive come from?"

"Sub… Krory, you just blew me in the hallway. What happened to the slave doing what Master said?"

"You're not Master, that means I get to play too," Krory was walking the boy backwards until he was trapped against the door. "What shall I do to you next?" Allen let out a yelp when he was suddenly pulled through the door and shoved onto the empty bed, "Hmmm Master never lets me touch him." Krory's sharp nails ran up the boy's still covered legs, making a scratching sound across the material as they headed upward to his still unprotected cock. Allen yipped when they didn't stop until the very tips tapped against it, he flinched with each one as he felt himself hardening again. "You see? A little pain can be pleasant," that sharp toothed grin, that one that threatened to eat you in a single bite was shown to the whimpering boy.

"Yes, I see," a whine was heard when Krory's nails gently ran up the stiffened shaft to the head, leaving slightly raised lines of unmarred skin behind. "This is why you love it so much?" Allen moaned at the tingling the nails were causing in his cock as the other continued to dance those potentially deadly tips over him.

"Yes, and no. You would scream at what I see as this form of play," Krory ran his other hand down the boy's limp arm, catching the wrist to lift it to him. "Squeeze," Allen blinked when he realized Krory had him holding the man quickly literally by the balls, he shifted his fingers. "Hmm, that's nice but squeeze don't rub. I want to play," Allen gave a soft pump on the swollen orbs, he got another hum before the man narrowed his eyes at him with that grin again. "Squeeze them," Allen's hand was suddenly swallowed up by Krory's as he forced the boy to squeeze him, he moaned when he felt them threatening to burst beneath their closed hands. "Just like that," his voice was higher, he could hear the hitch the pain was causing but it felt so good. "This is what it takes for me to feel that tingling you felt," Krory panted when he let the hand go and Allen was still squeezing him tight, the smaller hands working the compressed testis.

"And you have no limit on pain?"

"I just had my cock cut in half, I'd say not…" Krory smirked when he saw Allen flinch. "Hurt me," he smirked as he let his nail dig a little too deep, sighing when the boy's hand instantly turned into a crushing grip. One of the sensitive balls popped under the grip, he moaned and leaned over the confused boy as he tried to keep himself calm.

"What did… are you okay?" Allen asked when he realized what had happened and released the wounded sack.

"Fine, fine, not a bad grip… Now, the other one, please," Allen's eyes were huge as he saw Krory's face lean down to nuzzle the top of his head. "You wanted to know what it's like to be Master, never show surprise unless you are using it as a ploy in the game. As in, I wonder how much of my cock you could fit down your virgin throat," Allen jolted when Krory suddenly had him by the back of the neck and had him sitting up right. "You see, how scared you are? You don't honestly think I'd rape you, do you?"

"You just seem so… right now," Allen didn't even have a word for it.

"I would never sink so low," Krory spoke truthfully. "I am the one that likes pain, Allen; never would I force it on others. I didn't do any true damage to you now did I? I only scared you into hurting me." He knelt down to let the sitting boy be eye level with him, he licked his lips and smiled softly. "Will tying me up, make you feel safer?"

Allen really wished it didn't but he nodded his head, "Yes… you're just acting so unpredictable, I can't tell when you're serious or not."

Krory shifted and tapped the boy's shoulder so that he stood up from the bed before dragging the frame away from the wall and laying down on it, "Since we don't have any eye hooks I guess we'll have to deal with the bed."

"Uh…"

"Clown belt, Allen. Might as well get some use out of it," Krory was smirking rather frighteningly at the worried boy. "Tie me up, and do anything you want to me," the boy blinked at the tone as Krory reached his hands above his head and spread his legs out. "Master always prefers me spread, would you like me closed? Or is this alright?"

"Uh,…" Allen stuttered, attempting to come up with an answer.

"Oh, dear, I forgot the most important thing!" Krory sat up to start slowly taking off his clothes, the shirt was quickly dropped aside as he started reaching for his belt, "Shall I be fully nude, or would you prefer me to keep my pants?" He asked over his shoulder at the gaping boy. "No response, I think I'll take them off for this game," Allen blushed and suddenly had an eye full of Krory's lean backside when he bent over to remove the pants. "It healed nicely… Though it appears I have another scar," the young Exorcist nearly had a nosebleed when he saw the older looking intently at his own harden cock, a sharp nail plucking at the tip as if it were a string. "Hmm, at least it still has sensitivity, it would be horrible if I couldn't feel that particularly piece of my anatomy."

"Krory, were the hell is all this coming from?!" Allen couldn't help but ask as the seemly confused older man just frowned at him.

"Where is what coming from?" Krory asked as he sat back now on the bed, "Shall I be on my stomach or back? Hmm, I suppose it depends on what you want to do to me… What do you want to do to me?" When he noticed where Allen's vision kept flitting to, his training kicked in for him to anticipate what Master wanted, he leaned back and rubbed his fingers over his shaft in a lazy gesture. "Would you like to touch me?"

"Yes," Allen blurted before covering his mouth and blushing.

"Touch me however, where ever, you like," Krory opened his legs and leaned back to give the other whatever type of access he might need or want.

Allen couldn't help himself, he reached out to touch the ridged shaft, his fingers running along the scar trailing from the tip all the way back the rest of the body. "How could it still work?"

"I'm just glad it does," Krory sighed as the younger rapped his hand around the shaft and ran back up to the tip. He couldn't help but moan softly.

"I thought you liked pain?" Allen's teasing smirk was seen for a second before he seemed to realize what he was doing and released the man.

"Pain, pleasure, it's all the same to me. I just like one more than the other," Krory's eyes never waved from the boy.

"What all has your Master done to you?"

"Almost everything that involves pain. He prefers sharp play, and he knows I love it," Krory couldn't help it, his long nails slid over his bare chest to stroke painfully at the still present cut, causing blood to rise to the surface. He moaned and rested back further while his cock jumped at the sensation.

"Uh, does he beat or whip you?" Allen asked, trying not to react to the sounds Krory was making.

"Do chains count? He's swung the end at me once or twice to silence me when I wouldn't stop moaning," Krory's body shuddered at the memory of the strikes. "Are you asking me if you can whip me?" He asked as he shifted to kneel in front of the boy. "You can you know, I will never say stop," Allen blinked when the tall man pulled him toward the bed, pushing him to sit down so he could be straddled. "You can use my belt if you want," the boy's eyes widened when Krory reached down for it before sliding the two ends of the folded belt in his hand. "Hold tight, pull back and then fold your arm toward you. Just don't let go of the end or you'll strike yourself too."

Allen couldn't even think of anything that could be said, "Uh."

"I can't do all the work boy, that's the point of a submissive slave. Master has all the fun and I do as he wishes." Krory half lied, he had beaten himself with that belt several times to get his Master hard so he could suck him, he just wanted the boy to realize exactly what it took to be his Master, to show him how far it would have to go before he was near getting off. "You want me to call you Master, you have to act like a Master first, punish me for being so disobedient toward you."

Krory let a gasp slip when the belt snapped against his back, his cock bounced up toward Allen as his body shifted from the strike. "You've done this before."

"No, was that too soft?"

Krory's dark eyes shimmered, the golden of his innocence trying to show through. "That was soft? God, Allen, more. Harder, please!"

Allen flinched when the belt struck again, this time raising welts and Krory just shifted to settle after the hit. "Like that?"

"Yes, harder, close," Krory moaned out as his cock started dripping pre-cum, oblivious to the widening wet spot on Allen's tented pants. Another strike sent the man to whimpering and writhing when blood was drawn, "Please, let me…" Allen didn't give him time, the rest was lost in another strike, this one hitting the same spot as the last, "Cum, please Master, let me!" Krory cried, Allen's mind slow enough for it to take two more strikes before he realized what the man was saying. "Please, let me cum," the man was shuddering as he leaned down on top of Allen, never once touching his temporary Master. "Please, Master, please. Let me…"

"Krory, what's wrong?" Allen didn't understand, he wasn't using anything on the man to keep him from his released and still the man's cock was nearly purple as it twitched and wept pre-cum in a constant stream.

"Let me cum Master, please," Krory's mind was too gone to explain the always present rule between Master and slave. All he could think was to beg and plead for permission.

"Krory, why aren't you cumming?" Allen was confused, scared even. The man had said he would never say stop, could never be hurt enough to say it and the man was begging and writhing as if he were in horrible pain.

"Master, Master has to let me. Has to say I can," Krory panted out as he moaned for another strike even as his body begged for release.

"Master has to say?" Allen sighed in understanding, he grabbed a fist full of Krory's hair to pull the man upright. "What's the best way to orgasm for you? Being simply told to, or let the pain cause it?" The man's eyes were glazed, Master was hurting him again, his body was shaking with excitement.

"Master does as Master wishes," there was nothing left in those eyes but a willing slave, who whimpered when the belt hit again. "Please, Master, let me," another, this one pushing him too close to the edge, "Please Master stop, let me cum!"

"I want you to lose control," another strike and Krory came hard all over Allen's face and chest while he screamed in ecstasy. "That's a good boy." Krory's eye opened in dulled confusion, Master was happy he lost control? "Now, wasn't that better than when Master tells you to cum?"

His hair was being petted; he made a content sound that was suspiciously like purring. "Yes… Is Master going to punish me for cumming without permission?" His entire body was shuddering in anticipation.

"Do you want me to?"

"YES!"

Allen chuckled, "Then you had better be restrained." Krory mewed out a sound of surprise when the Clown belt's white straps started gripping his limbs and sprawling him out on the soft bed. "Wouldn't want you getting away now would we?"