Allen was starting to get frustrated. It had been over a month since Krory had turned down Kanda and taken him as his new Master. And the young Clown still couldn't break him from calling him that! He had tried several different things, and had even broken the vampiric Exorcist of only cumming when told during that time, but if the man was truly enjoying himself he still cried Master instead of his name. He wanted to hear his lover cry his name not some title that had been somewhat forced on him.
He grumbled as he plotted a way of breaking the habit. Allen had gotten him to the point if he commanded something in public Krory would only smirk at him and say maybe later if there were others around, or he would choose to play right there. It made him proud the first time Krory had admitted that that was why he had always been so skittish around Kanda in public, if the man had said a word he would've be on his knees blowing him for any and all to see. He smirked and had told him to suck him, even as he saw a few Finders heading toward them. Krory's eyes shimmered before he noticed their company. He leaned so the boy could hear without the other's catching it, "Is Master into Exhibition?" Allen had gotten so hard from the tone, and Krory had just left him there, even had the gall to innocently smile and nod at the men along the way.
Allen shook his head, trying to keep his mind out of the past and not think of the 'punishment' he had placed on Krory for that little incident. He sighed when he realized he was already hard. He'd deal with that later, he only had a few more hours before Krory was supposed to be back from his mission and he had to think of a good way to break the man of his old habits.
Krory was so wound up when he returned from his mission, he'd nearly forgotten to drop the damnable Innocence with Komui on his way through the Order. He thought about going straight to Allen's room, really needing to blow off a lot more than just steam after the mission but he decided it would be better to get washed and changed after such a hard trip. He grumbled to himself on the way to his room.
"Welcome back Count," Krory heard when he got into his room. His eyes went wide when he suddenly had something thrown over his neck and yanked back, his hands clawing at the stone floor as he was off balanced when his assailant jumped onto his back, never loosening his grip.
"Ah," Krory clawed at the thing around his throat, the scent of blood filled the air when his nails cut deep, making him dizzy from the smell and stinging pain.
"Is it better for you when you fight?" Krory heard the voice ask lustfully, though his body was reacting on instinct his mind knew who had him would never do permanent harm, he let his body keep fighting and prayed the boy could keep himself safe. "So it is better," the assailant had wrapped his legs around the bigger man to keep himself in control, his foot unintentionally striking the hidden erection hard enough to cause Krory to cough what little air he had left in his lungs out. "Sorry."
Krory's body shuddered as he came, Allen quickly removed the belt from his throat the moment he hit the floor in a twitching pile of limbs. "God, I needed that," he choked out in a hoarse voice when he finally caught his breath. "Thanks."
"No problem. I didn't mean to kick you," Allen automatically apologized with downcast eyes.
"I know, you would have done it a lot harder," Krory knelt up and stalked toward Allen on all fours, looking every bit a predator with the fanged grin on his face once the boy's back was against the wall. "Allen," Krory panted as he pulled on the boy's leg. "Grind them into the stone," Allen let his foot be lifted up to be placed on the kneeling man's crotch. "I need you," Krory was already pulling the distracted boy from his pants and sucking on him.
"Ah, Krory," Allen couldn't help but put weight on his other leg for fear of toppling as the man sucked and slurped at him. Krory was grunting and moaning around him, making him thrust into the pleasing mouth and his foot ground the man's cock and balls into the floor with each thrust.
"Ah, Master, close." Krory panted, his hand furiously working up and down Allen's shaft as the man caught his breath.
"Arystar," Allen moaned, his mind lost to the quick moving hand working him.
"Please, crush me," Krory went back to sucking the boy, moaning when Allen shifted to press his weight fully onto the pain causing leg.
"Krory, say my name," Allen whispered, twisting his heel and causing the mouth around him to grip him harder, he could tell the man wanted to bite. "Krory, please, say my name."
Krory shivered under the painful boot, wanting and even trying the hump at the leg crushing him against the stone floor. "Master!" he cried out as he came. Allen looked away from the man when he was recovering from the experience, already thinking of another idea.
Krory moaned, purposefully gripping his bruised crotch, "Allen." He rolled over to find himself alone on the small bed. "Allen?" Once the sleep haze left his eyes he looked around to find himself alone, "Ugh, he must have gone to breakfast…" His groin pulsed again and he moaned at the pleasure it caused. Looking down he dropped his head at the tented covers, "Damn, why did he have to go to breakfast so early?" An odd shimmer was seen in his eyes as a very disturbing grin stretch across his face.
"I still can't get over you two," Lavi said to the eating Exorcist. Allen's head shot up, his cheeks puffed out, while he tilted it to the side. "God, that's just so adorable," Allen's eyes narrowed when he knew where that look was going.
"Lavi, I'm not kissing you and that was a onetime thing," the red headed Exorcist pouted while Allen continued to shovel in food.
Lavi's eye shot up to notice Krory stalking toward them. Emphasis on stalking, the way the man held himself and moved screamed predator after prey. "Uh… Allen…"
"Hmm?" Allen's face was covered with bits of food when he looked up at the worrisome Bookman. "What's wrong?" he asked once he'd wiped his face clean.
Krory suddenly flopped himself down next to the boy, resting his chin in his hand as those narrowed predator's eyes flicked over every inch of him. "I want to play."
"We played last night. Can you even get it up after it being crushed?"
"This morning's wonderful dreams proved I could, but you would have known that if you hadn't left so early," Krory said as he slid his chin out of his hand, letting his head rest on his stretched arm on top of the table.
"Is that what was poking me in the side? Hmm," Allen seemed to shrug it off and went back to his food.
"Alleeeeen, I want to play," Allen dared not look at the man. He knew Krory had to be pouting. Innocent pouting Krory was heartbreaking, but when Krory wanted to play… That predator, pouting, made you want to give him your soul just so you would be with him.
"You want me to play with you, here, in front of the entire Order?" Krory's eyes shimmered, unnoticed by the ignoring boy, time for a change of tactic…
"Group play? With all these people…? I don't think I could do that," Lavi's jaw was on the table, his one uncovered eye bugging at the pure innocence in the pouting man's expression. "But if Master wishes, I'll gladly do anything they asked." Lavi's seen eye was swirling, blood trailing from his nose at the possibilities.
"Do you want me to do that? Tell you to play the common whore and let them fuck you…" Allen brushed a stray crumb away from his lip, trying to not show any outward sign of arousal at the thought of seeing Krory in so much pleasure while any and all comers took him repeatedly, in groups. He sniffed to keep the slight nosebleed from showing. "I don't think so. How about this instead," Krory's head was suddenly snapped backwards by his hair, his skull bouncing off the wooden table. "How about I take you over this table in front of God and everyone, hmm?" Lavi shook himself out of his fantasies to see a very demonic looking Allen holding a moaning Krory against the table by his hair.
"Yes, Master. Show them all who I belong to."
"Hmm, I don't want to share my pet," Allen pulled the man's hair harder, kissing the moaning man deeply, claiming him without so much as a word. He knew the moment the hall went silent that they were being watched, he felt Krory shift, wanting more, and he pulled away from the whimpering man. "Mine," Krory yipped, Allen was suddenly dragging him by the tuft of hair, and all he could do was scramble along behind him on all fours to keep the roots still attached.
"Master," Krory moaned when Allen stopped for a moment, still being held by his hair. He opened lust glazed eyes to see General Cross standing there staring at the boy. A strawberry blond brow rose, a pale white to match, the general chuckled before stepping out of the way.
"Baka deshi… never call me that again," Allen got an evil smirk as he nodded before pulling Krory along behind him. "I knew the boy had a set of claws…" Cross chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't realize he had teeth too."