Allen was worrying. Krory had been a mess the last few days, and he couldn't figure out why. He first shrugged it off as feeling guilty for being with Lavi when they were together but that went out the window the moment he had asked about it. The tall Exorcist had just smiled down at him before kissing the top of his head and asking if the rabbit was asking for another go. He had smiled back and said he doubted if Lavi wanted anywhere near his cock for awhile. They both had a big laugh and the worry had lifted for awhile but the next day it returned and it seemed to be getting worse…

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Krory was pacing in the hall, not wanting Allen to see him in such a tizzy. Master was coming home today and his mind was such a mess it made Komui seem OCD by comparison. What was he going to do?! He missed Master, but loved the magnificent torment Allen could bestow on him. The boy didn't merely use pain to excite him but the torturous teasing and taunting of pleasure along with it. He took a deep breath, Master didn't share. Master would never share him. He had been a fool to even think that a possibility. He had to choose. He gulped, he just hope his choice didn't get him killed.

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Krory stood in the hall, knowing Kanda would end up going right past him, his body trembling as his mind screamed he should be waiting for Master in his room; bound and ready for the playing to begin. He shook off the old training, no. He needed to speak with him outside of play or else he would never keep his thinking long enough to say what he needed to say.

Krory flinched when the dark haired swordsman walked past, "Kanda." The swordsman stopped, dead still, before only turning his eyes to see him. "I need to talk with you."

A dark brow raised a fraction of a centimeter as the younger man turned to look up at him, the swordsman's eyes narrowing when he saw Krory keeping eye contact. "What."

"I… can't play with you anymore. I found a new Master and want to stay with him."

Kanda's eyes narrowed more as he searched his slave's face, "You found a new Master." Krory was suddenly kneeling on the stone floor, his faced pressed against it by the younger man. "Can he even come close to what I do to you?" Krory's body started shaking uncontrollably when he felt the sword drug across his shoulders. "Answer slave."

"Kanda, stop," Krory gasped as he felt the blade between his ass cheeks.

"You are never allowed to speak my name," Kanda growled as pulled the blade toward Krory, the tip making a scraping noise on the floor while the edge cut into the bowing man. Krory couldn't help but pant as he held back moans. "Does he even come close to what I can do to you?"

The blade started upward, drawing a bloody line up his spine as he shuddered. "Yes."

"Really… What does he do that would have you running to him instead of your Master?" Kanda forced the man to stay kneeling as he circled around him to smile at the damage he had done.

"He gives me pleasure as well as pain," Krory whimpered out, he wasn't going to be able to keep saying no if Kanda kept this up. He blinked when he realized he no longer thought of the swordsman as Master. "Kanda, stop. I won't play anymore. You will be hurt."

"You dare call me by name again. And command me to stop?!" Krory's eyes went wide when he felt the tip of the blade pressed against his opening. He would never say no again if Kanda did that.

"STOP!" he yelped when the blade started pushing in, his mind was cracking. He wanted Master to keep going, to hurt him; gut him on the blade if he wished. Master. "No," Krory shook his head. "Kanda stop!"

"You still dare say stop!" Krory gasped when the blade was pulled from him before he felt it strike his throat. His eyes widened when he realized Kanda wasn't playing anymore, he had really lost it. Blood was flowing down his throat as the blade was pulled away, the copper scent making him woozy but then that could have been from the sudden blood loss. "You are MY slave; I won't let anyone take you from me!"

Krory turned to see the swordsman draw back the blade for another strike, he shot upright and had the boy pinned against the wall easily. Even injured he had the strength to hold the mad swordsman in place. "Haven't you realized, I LET you play with me so roughly you little brat! I'm not some little weakling that needs a big strong Master to keep me in line; I'm a monster that likes playing at being weak! For all the skill and training you have, you never once even realized the true nature of our game, did you!?! Ah but you realize it now, don't you? Just a mouse, that's all you are. You thought you had the cat belled and now that it's got you in its jaws you realize how truly pathetic your attempt was in the first place. What's it like? Knowing your very life hangs within someone else's reach…" Kanda's eyes had gotten huge, fear creeping up into the young man's eyes. "Exhilarating, isn't it?" Kanda tried to gasp around the grip that suddenly manifested around his throat. "You've held my life in your hands so many times. I think it's time I return the favor."

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Krory stumbled, his body slamming into the door as his vision started blurring from blood loss. "Huh? Krory!" Allen opened the door to see the bleeding man slumped on the floor in front of his room. "God, what happened?!" His shirt was off and pressed to the wound even as he yelled for Timcampy to get help.

"Master," was whispered as Krory nuzzled his face into Allen's arm before he lost consciousness.

Dark eyes blinked open and he looked around to see the familiar sight of the infirmary. He groaned softly when his neck protested being moved, "Krory?" Allen wiped his eyes before looking up at the man from his spot beside the bed. "You're awake! What the hell happened?!"

"Kanda," Krory said as he hid behind his bangs.

"Kanda attacked you? What did you do to set him off?!" Allen knew the swordsman was a little unstable but he never thought he would outright try to behead the bumbling oaf.

"I told him he couldn't be my Master anymore."

Allen's jaw struck the bed it was hanging open so far. "Kanda is your Master?!"

"Was. When I told him, he… reacted badly."

"Understatement Count. They said you had cuts, uh…" Allen's eyes dropped while he tried not to pale at the thought.

"I almost broke and called him Master when he did that," Krory shuddered as he tried to curl closer to Allen. "I wanted it so bad," the boy made shushing noises as he petted over the whimpering man's white bangs. "He really lost it. I never thought he was that close to madness."

"Kanda never was what you'd call stable Count. Why do you think he liked hurting you so much?"

"I knew he was a true sadist. He couldn't even get off unless I screamed…" Krory curled in closer to the petting touch, making a content sound as his eyes started drooping closed. "Master," he purred, startling the hell out of poor Allen as he fell asleep.

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"Allen this isn't necessary!" Krory swatted at the young boy that was trying to get him to sit back and prop his feet up.

"You know you're not supposed to be doing a lot of moving around until your neck heals, now stay in the chair or I tie you down!"

Krory's eyes shimmered, "Promise?"

There was a loud slap as Allen's hand connected with his forehead, "Damn masochistic son of a…" Krory let the boy's complaining fade out as he drank from the glass he had been handed.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Allen smiled at him. "I still can't believe they don't have any Akuma blood for you… You'd already be healed if you had some."

"C'est la vie." Allen let out a yip as Krory drug him back into his lap, "You know what would really make me feel better?"

"I'm not making it worse. You need to heal!" Krory started truly pouting when Allen smacking his arms and got out of his lap. "Don't even try it," Allen frowned when the man looked up at him with such a pathetic pout, it made him itch to kiss it away.

"But I don't want to heal," was said in such an innocent voice it made Allen's eye twitch.

"Damn masochistic…." Allen grumbled and left the room for fear of giving in to the pleading. "And your ass better stay in that chair!" he yelled back at Krory before the man could even get to his feet.

"Damn Master…" Krory started grumbling in similar style to the smiling Exorcist as he instantly fell back in his seat. "I want meat buns for lunch!"

"Mine or Jerry's?" Allen asked seductively, Krory seemed to flinch back.

"I pray you meant that as you or the food…"

Allen cringed, "Damn that came out wrong!"

Krory had the biggest grin on his face, "Don't worry, you'll get better at teasing."

Allen grumbled before leaving the room.

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Krory laid back on his small bed, he was getting that itch. He hadn't been able to play for over a week and Allen wouldn't do anything to risk reopening his throat. That meant no beatings, no cutting, and no strangulation. The vampiric Exorcist growled as he tried to run down his list of what would cause pain without blood loss. He blinked when something came to mind, he shook his head. Allen would never do that. Would he?

"Allen?" Krory called as he pushed open the door to the boy's room.

"Hmm?"

"I didn't mean to wake you… I just," Krory sat down on the bed when the boy sat up to look at him. "I really need to be hurt," he whined as he laid his head on the boy's shoulder. He winced when his healing throat throbbed; he was getting to the point even that had turned arousing.

"Krory…" Allen smiled softly as he ran his hand through the taller man's hair, "You're still healing, I don't want to risk the wound reopening."

"Please, the damn throbbing makes me want to rip my own throat out to make it worse! I can barely stop from clawing myself. Please," Krory whimpered.

Allen's eyes softened as he wrapped his arm around the pouting man's shoulder. "What did you have in mind?"

Krory smiled as he hugged Allen, "Do you know anything about binding?"

"Binding?"

"The binding of limbs. It's a form of bondage but instead of being bound to something you are wrapped tightly in rope or leather. It goes very good with stimulant torture."

"That won't cause you to bleed out but," Allen seemed a little apprehensive about it before he finally nodded.

"Thank you," Krory smiled and kissed Allen before pulling back and kneeling in front of the bed. "So, where do you want me?"

"On the bed," Allen blinked when Krory suddenly pounced onto it even before he got up.

"Seems I'm forgetting something," Krory pouted innocently.

"Oh, you mean these?" Allen asked while he started pulling the tall Exorcist's nightclothes over his head.

"I knew I was forgetting something," he smiled while he took care of the bottoms. "Front or back?"

"Back," Krory yipped when the boy already had him shoved onto his back. "Now, I know how to retrain someone but I know nothing about binding."

"I don't suppose you have any rope?"

"Actually, I think I do…" Krory's eyes shimmered brightly when the boy dug around beside the bed. "Okay, so it's not really rope."

Krory pouted when he saw the large spool of what looked to be packing twine, "It would take forever to get even a proper harness done with that!" He would love the feel of the chafing shredding material but it would take forever to do it right.

"Hmm, I think I have an idea," Allen smiled darkly as Krory was suddenly latched to the bed by the white Clown belt. "Now, where should I bind you?" Krory's eyes were large before he realized he was exactly where he wanted to be, at Master's mercy. He hissed as the boy stroked his nails down the naked chest, no blood was drawn but the scratching raised reddened skin along the way down to the hardened cock swaying with every deep breath the man took. "I think I know where."

"Yes, please, bind me Master," Krory moaned and pulled against his restraints, the belts rubbing his wrists raw.

"Now, how should I do this?" Allen asked while he unraveled the spool.

"Cage, start at the bottom and make a cage…" Krory panted and moaned when Allen stopped to rub the scratchy material against the dripping cock. "Master."

"I'm going to have to break you of that," Allen grumbled while he looped the knotted twine around the base of Krory's cock, smirking when the man moaned after he gave the noose a sharp tug to tighten it. "Like that?"

"Yes, more Master," Krory panted and writhed as Allen continued tying him, adding rings of tight twine up his shaft, each ring pulsing painfully, adding to his pleasure.

Allen looked down at the ringed cock; he had gotten all the way to the head and was rather intrigued by the skin swelling with each pulse of the veins under the tight twine. "More?"

"Yes, don't stop, please!" Krory bucked, his body screaming at him to remove the binding, to let him cum but he wanted more pain.

"Now, how do I do the cage part?" Allen asked, smirking sadistically when Krory's eyes shot open and he had a look on his face that clearly said you expect me to thing? "I'll figure it out," the eyes closed again as he nudged the ring cock with the twine spool again. "Hmm… you're balls seem awfully lonely."

Krory gasped when he felt Allen's lips close around one, moaning and bucking when the boy started sucking on it. "Master, hurt me. Please," his body only wanted to cum even as he begged and pleaded for more pain.

"You don't want pleasure do you?" Allen seemed a little disappointed as he let the pulsing orb free, "Alright, pain it is."

Krory let out a happy sound as he felt the twine suddenly wound tightly around his swelling testicles. "Yes, want more."

"I pull any tighter and I don't think you'll be having kids Count," Allen smirked, sitting upright to press his knee against the bound orbs.

"Ah!" Krory's head flew back, his body shuddering uncontrollably while pre-cum started dribbling down his tortured cock. "More. Close, more."

"Hmm," Allen smirked while bent down, licking at the pre-cum, Krory bucked hard and he thanked his balance when he stayed on the man. "Hmm," he hummed as he locked his lips around the head, lapping at the slid while the other kept trying to buck. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes," Krory panted, trying to get the boy to take more of him, suddenly wanting the pleasure. "Make me cum."

"No 'let'?" Allen chuckled, "It seems I'm starting to break you of that habit." The boy smiled before he locked his lips back onto the dripping head, humming and smiling widely while he waited for the right moment.

"Ah, Master… Gonna," Allen bit down harshly the moment he felt the cock pulsing hard, Krory exploded in his mouth while the man thrashed and growled in pleasure. "Hmm, Master," Krory whispered as his eyes started closing.

"I'm going to have to break you of that the hard way it seems…" Allen smirked sadistically down at the sleeping man.