Ch3

Allen smirked as he dropped the note into Cross's pocket, the second from last part of his list completed. He quickly returned to Cross's room, pulling on the French maid costume and placing the keys on the bedside table before turning down the lights and half-closing the curtains. He lay on the bed, threading the handcuffs around one of the middle rungs before chaining himself in place. He did wonder what these things were doing in the Black Order's storage and basement, but decided to be grateful they were. He wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position, mussing the uniform slightly, ready to wait.

About five minutes later, Allen had to hold back a smirk as Cross walked into the room. The man froze, looking shocked. Allen had got the exact reaction he'd been aiming for. Instead of smirking, he put on a small pout. "I've got stuck." He said, giving Cross a baleful look.

"So I can see, Allen." Cross gave a predatory grin as he slowly walked over, glancing at the handcuffs. "And those things on the bedside would be the keys?" He asked, removing his coat and hat.

"Yes..." Allen answered, keeping up his role.

"So... Role-playing?" Cross smirked. "Didn't see that coming."

Allen tried not to blush, and failed.

Cross walked over and bent, so his lips were right next to Allen's right ear. "'Maid' is good..." He whispered, pausing to lick around the outer shell of Allen's ear, making him mewl. "But 'kitten' suits you better."

Allen breathing quickened, Cross's words and actions driving him crazy. A little part of his mind wondered why they did; the things Cross was saying were insulting and embarrassing. But that small part shut up as he held back a moan as Cross's hand ghosted over his upper thigh. He felt saliva flood into his mouth, hastily swallowing it before Cross noticed.

"You're tense..." Cross whispered, trailing his hands up and then down Allen's sides.

Allen closed his eyes, trying to get himself even slightly under control. The light touches blazing through him, making him pant lightly as he felt his pulse start to throb in his ears.

A groan rumbled in the back of his throat as Cross moved away, taking off his shoes and socks, revealing his strangely attractive feet. Well, attractive to Allen. He slowly removed his shirt, smirking as Allen's panting got slightly harsher, and then his half-mask. Allen felt himself fill with hunger as both of Cross's naked eyes met his, a slight gasp lingering in his throat, tightening it slightly. Cross walked back over to the bed, climbing over Allen.

"You really don't have the chest for this..." Cross scolded lightly, unzipping the top of the outfit, unbuttoning the sleeves and pulling it down to Allen's hips. "That's better." He smirked, his breath ghosting over Allen's chest as he spoke.

Allen panted harshly as Cross stroked, poked, nipped and squeezed his body, unable to stop moans escaping his lips at times. He shuddered gently as Cross licked along his collarbone, gasping slightly. He suddenly felt the urge for Cross to cover him in his saliva, claim him as his. Allen panted harder as Cross ran his tongue up from his collar to his ear, moaning into the kiss that followed. Allen felt the absence of stockings and underwear as Cross pulled back.

"You shaved your legs."

Allen blushed, shuddering slightly as Cross ran his hands up his smooth legs. Suddenly they were removed, and with a quick motion, Allen was free from the handcuffs. Allen instantly ran his hands over Cross's chest, then through his hair, making an unhappy sound in his throat as Cross retreated back down to his legs, this time Cross worked his way up Allen's thighs, slowly massaging the skin as he went. Allen took in a gulp of air as he felt Cross insert his finger. It was strangely slick, but he didn't have long to dwell on the fact as Cross quickly added a second finger. He panted unsteadily as waves of, strangely pleasant, discomfort made their way up his body.

He felt a tear escape as the few scabs cracked, sharp edges pushing into the broken skin. He pushed the pain away. He wanted this; he wasn't going to give up because of a little pain. No. He was better than that; he worked hard for what he wanted. The more he wanted it, the more he'd put up with. And he wanted this more than anything at the moment. He chanted it in his head, almost using it as a shield as Cross added the third finger, and then as Cross entered him.

After that moment Allen fell into a whirling existence of animalistic need. His vision seemed to disintegrate until he could only see incredibly detailed flashes. His sense of touch, however, only seemed to rise. He could feel every thrust, every touch, everything Cross did.

And then the never-ending whirlpool ended as they both collapsed, sticky and throbbing with pleasure.

"Cross..." Allen muttered, snuggling into the older man's chest, thinking he was asleep. "Love you..."

Allen started as he heard Cross chuckle. "Love you too, my Allen." Cross muttered possessively, ruffling Allen's hair while holding the boy close.

Allen pulled the light quilt up around him and Cross, quickly falling asleep on the redhead's chest. Cross smiled, stroking a finger gently down Allen's cheek and jaw-line.

Within five minutes, Cross was asleep too.

Allen picked up a small bottle he'd found on the floor. It had been next to the bed, but it was unlabeled. He frowned at it, putting it on the bedside table, next to the cuffs with their keys. He winced as he moved in the wrong way, waves of pain slowly feeding into his veins. He cursed under his breath. It wasn't too bad, it was uncomfortable, but it wouldn't stop him doing it again. He collapsed onto the bed, smirking slightly as he thought about a next time. These thoughts were only amplified as Cross walked out of the bathroom, sadly already clothed.

"Pouting doesn't suit you, brat." He muttered, nodding at the small golem. "Kumoi wants us, again."

Allen sighed, getting up and following Cross out of the room.

"No. Way." Allen growled, slouching further into his seat.

"But I'm sure it'll work!" Kumoi insisted, waving a sealed flask of bright yellow liquid around.

"Give it a try, brat." Cross muttered. "Can't do much worse, can they?"

Allen sighed. "But... It's yellow."

"I can make it pink!" Kumoi said eagerly.

"NO!" Allen shouted. "No... Yellow's fine..." He grumbled, snatching the flask and downing it. "Ugh! Tastes like shit!" He hissed before going cross-eyed and fainting.

Sorry this took so long! The monster of Exams has reared it's ugly head again, meaning i must grab my not-so-trusty pen and revise like fuck! XC
This may have something to do with the fact I've left all revision to the last minute... *insert sheepish grin here*

Anyway, my exams end at the end of this month :D
But then I have four days to pack to get out of my uni apartment and fly home T_T
But after that, I should be good for writing this shiz! :D

Oh, and cyber-cookies for whoever works out what happens to Allen!