Krory laid on his bed carefully, his arms crossed behind his head as he sighed at the feel of the material against his still sore back. The boy had an arm on him, and it would no doubt be sore for a few days after the number of strikes that he had counted. He shifted, moaning as the slightly scratchy top blanket brushed across his tender skin, he definitely had to convince Master to let Walker join their play. If anything else it would be something for Master to watch while he screamed and moaned at the pain, when Allen had gotten going the boy easily split skin and could even strip bone when he wanted to.

Krory's eyes shimmered, any would mistake them for gold before they closed at the thought that jumped into his head before he tried to rest. He would need his rest for the next time he tried to coax Allen to play.

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Allen rolled his shoulder and rubbed at the joint and muscle, it was killing him. He had even been hindered when he was eating this morning and it was starting to bug him when Tim decided to perch on it, "Gah! Stay off that side!" he finally yelled at the confused golem.

"Ho… What's with you today?" Lavi asked as he stepped away from the angered younger boy.

"My arm's killing me," he grumbled as he rubbed it again, Tim having chosen his head was a better perch, and ignored the bite he felt from the angered golem. "Krory's bitten harder fighting over food, knock it off," he swatted the golden golem away before walking toward the baths. Maybe the warm water would help ease the aching muscles.

"Hey, where you going? We were supposed to spar," Lavi called after him.

"I sparred yesterday, my arm's killing me. Go bug Kanda to spar with you," Allen called, not even watching what he was saying with the tight muscles thrumming painfully in his arm.

"Yu's still on mission, he won't be back for weeks!" Allen heard a bit of the sentence but only shook his head and turned his one track mind to a hot, soothing bath.

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"Ah," Allen sighed as he lowered himself into the warm slightly scented water, Lavender he thought but it could have been another flower; one of the girls must have just been through. He leaned back and sunk all the way down until his head was resting on the lip of the large tub, sighing as the throbbing pain started dulling.

"That's why Master doesn't whip me often," Allen jumped when he blinked and Krory was suddenly across from him in the tub. The water sloshed when the boy grabbed for his towel on instinct. "Come now Allen, you've seen me completely and you're still worried about modesty?"

"Automatic response," Allen explained as he forced himself to drop the towel before he could cover himself with it. "I'm surprised you even came to the baths this time of day with all those scars."

"I'm a tooth and nail kind of fighter, of course I'm going to have scars," Allen was starting to worry, Krory was smiling like the cat that ate the canary and he was really starting to get the impression he was dessert. "So, how's the arm?"

"Still attached. How's the back?"

"The same," was said with a growing grin. "Though you did take a few chunks of flesh off."

"Sorry," Allen said sadly. The water barely shifted and Krory was suddenly right in front of him when he looked back up. "Gah!" Allen yelp out and slammed into the lip of the tub when he tried to back away.

"Calm down I'm not going to eat you. I want to help with your shoulder," Allen was blushing furiously at the tone of Krory's voice as the man set a soft hand on his sore shoulder and started needing it carefully.

"Hmm," Allen couldn't help it, he moaned as the heat from the bath and the soft needing started loosening the taut muscles. "You're good with your hands."

"I'm good with more than my hands," Allen blinked when he heard the chuckled from behind him, when had he ended up sitting in Krory's lap? "Can we play?" Was whispered into Allen suddenly chilled spine.

"My arm is killing me…"

"You don't have to beat me off," Krory whispered in the boy's ear, making the young Exorcist blush deepen. "Oh dear, that didn't come out right," he played the naïve innocent fool as he looked away from the still blushing boy.

"You said it exactly how you meant it," Allen said, suddenly realizing exactly how much of Krory's acting was just that, an act. "You perverted old man," the boy swept water up at the man behind him and the other sputtered a little when he ended up swallowing some.

"Well, this isn't what most people have in mind when they think of water sports but I think I'd like this type better," Allen was suddenly pinned to the lip of the tub, Krory's knee settle between his. "Hmm, so easily taken," the pinned boy's eyes widened when Krory's sharp teeth flashed so close to his throat. The tall man grunted and moaned as he rolled away when Allen's knee shot up to hit him. "Not bad," was slightly coughed out when he got his eyes to stop rolling up at the pleasant pain.

"You perverted old bastard, you wanted me to kick you!" Allen yelled in anger as the older Exorcist just laid back against the lip of the tub.

"I had to get you to hurt me somehow, you're not the type to hurt someone unless provoked or endangered. I just scared you is all."

"Oooo, you wanna hurt?" Krory's eyes shimmered as his smile increased, he had angered Allen enough to make him drop his normally formal speaking, and this was going to be good. "I'll show you hurt," Krory was grabbed by the hair and pulled up enough out of the tub he had to put his hands on the lip to keep his balance. "A few things I've learned from the circus," Krory's voice started coming out in yipping pants as Allen rested his palm against the nail beds perched on the edge of the tub. The wonderful pain shooting up from them was something he never expected from such a simple act. "How to torture someone for stealing from another." Krory whimpered softly when his hair was released, but whined when the hand left his still thumping fingertips. "How to remind someone never to let you fall." Allen already had his arm; a sharp downward pull separated the joint in his shoulder from its housing. He moaned and whimpered as his unseen cock twitched and pulsed beneath the water. "How to never forget your place." Krory cried out as his leg was suddenly pulled from his hip the same way his arm had been. "And finally," his cry was silenced when Allen's gripped his throat, "Never to speak out of turn." Krory came when he felt that grip crush his throat before letting go. Allen left the Exorcist panting as he wiped at his eyes and grabbed his clothes.

"Ah," Krory tried to call out, his voice and throat were still out of commission as he clawed his way out of the tub after the boy.

"Krory, don't try to walk or move that arm, I'll get the nurse to relocate it..." Allen was already gone from sight, leaving the man to growl at how stupid he had been to try to push the boy into hurting him.

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Strike one, Krory grumbled angrily at himself as he completely disregarded the nurses' orders to stay in bed and stalked out of the infirmary on his still sore leg. "Who let you out of bed?!" The head nurse bellowed when she saw him trying to leave, he roared back at her to leave him the fuck alone and not a soul thought it a good idea to try to talk to the 'vampire' after that.

"Allen?" He called softly as he knocked on the young Exorcist's door. "Can I come it?" There was no response, though he knew the boy was behind the door. He sighed, sitting carefully on the floor to rest his back against the door, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dredge up old memories."

Krory yipped when the door swung inward and he was suddenly staring up from the floor between the young Exorcist's legs. "You didn't, I did. I should never have done that to you…"

"You know I'm sick, I loved every second of it," Krory admitted, even as the boy looked as if he might start crying.

"I know," Allen smiled softly. "Did you finish?" He gave a chuckle when he got a nod, "That's good; it would have bad if you had to explain a certain something away."

Krory laughing softly, "It happens when men get choked."

"Really?" Allen blinked.

"Yes, would you like me to show you?" Krory moved to kneel in front of the confused boy, "Give me your hands."

"Uh," Allen's hands were suddenly wrapped around either side of the kneeling man's throat. "I don't know anything about…"

"Don't worry, just let go when you feel the pulse fading and I stop moving," Krory made sure to settle the boy's fingers over his pulse points. "Squeeze."

"Krory, I can't," the boy's grip stayed loose and the man sighed.

"Please, I like being strangled, but I have to have a partner to do it…" He felt the grip tighten a little and he smiled, "Thank you Allen."

"Do you get off on it?" Allen asked while he gripped slightly harder before loosening it again.

"I can, but you'd have to kill me for a little bit before I would. Not something you would be comfortable with for your first time. Why? Are you planning something?" Allen's hands gripped tightly, ending the conversation when Krory's oxygen was cut off.

Allen didn't know what he was expecting, he thought Krory would instantly respond to the grip on his throat but it took nearly a minute before an instinctual panic showed in the man's eyes. His wrist's were grabbed, he tried to release his grip but they held him there, forcing him to keep choking him. "Krory?" There was a smile as he saw Krory start fighting with instinct to keep the game going. Allen understood why he had a hold of him now; it was showing him to not be afraid. He also knew the moment the hands let go of his he would let go. That panic looked became worse and he felt Krory's nails denting his skin as the man started an odd shudder when he tried to expand his chest. His mouth was working like a fish out of water as the twitching grew worse, a smile showing as he grew closer to the peace this game always gave him.

"Krory?" Allen asked as the grip grew slack, he waited until Krory's hands fell away completely to release; he got a gasp from the near unconscious man as he coughed to catch his breath.

"Thank you Allen," Krory sighed when the worst of the coughing stopped. He weakly grabbed for the boy's hand to drag it to his hardened groin, "See? Not even enough air to stay awake and hard as a rock. Men are such perverted creatures aren't they?"

Allen blushed at the feel of the euphoric man's cock; he was indeed as hard as a rock and pulsing madly under his hand. "What do you usually do to get off while being choked?"

"If Master wants me to cum he doesn't stop until I do, then he punishes me for not having control," Krory admitted while he tried not to moan at Allen's soft touches.

"What would you do if you couldn't choke yourself that long?"

"My nails are a good substitute for Master's blade, they can't cut anywhere near as deep but they still feel good," Krory moaned when he felt Allen's hand suddenly flex around him painfully.

"Anything else?" Allen's eyes weren't watching Krory's pleasure filled expression, he was looking away trying to think who all used blades.

"Hmm, that feels so good," Allen blinked out of his thoughts to realize he was gripping the man painfully hard. "Don't stop," was moaned when he went to let go and apologize.

"What else do you like?" Krory whined loudly when he was suddenly let go. "Well, you're not answering."

"Pain, I like pain. Please," Allen's hand was swung out of reach when Krory tried to put it back where it was.

Allen smirked darkly, "Do you like being teased?" Krory was reverting back to slave mindset, he stepped back when the man tried to reach out to try to suck him.

"Master, please," Allen stayed out of reach as Krory kept moving toward him.

"I'm not your Master, I'm Allen," Krory had reached him and had him around the waist like the first time he'd heard the turn form the man's lips. Allen forced his chin up before he could latch those sinful lips around him and forced him to look at him. "Has Master ever sucked you?" Krory was confused enough that he blinked; he was suddenly on his back on the floor with Allen pulling at his pants until his cock was freed. "I'll take that as a no," Krory cried out in surprise as the inexperienced lips wrapped around his head to suck strongly.

"Master," Krory sighed in a panicked question. No, Master had never even wanted him out of his pants unless it was to cut him… This was unexpected, wonderfully unexpected, "Allen."

That made the white haired Exorcist smile over the head of his cock as he continued to stroke him, "Welcome back, Count," he waited until Krory's eyes settled on him before going back to seeing exactly how much he could make the man moan and how many noises he could get out of him.