Disclaimer: I do not own DGM.
Warning/s: Unbeta'ed. Awkward grammar. Excessive and... uh... undue fluff? And some OOC, perhaps. And also, there will be some dreamy lemons below. (Lemons. Got that? Not lime. Lemons.) You have been warned.
"There is never a time or place for true love.
It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."
— Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
"Allen-san! Allen-san!"
Allen looked up to see Keita running towards him carrying a basket full of—
His eyes widened.
"Good morning, K-Keita..." Allen whispered, his eyes were still gazing at the thing Keita was carrying. "What are y-you doing here?" He was about to close the gate to go to wet market that morning and buy his groceries.
The boy raised his left hand in the air, catching his breath. "Good... morning... Allen-san," he cheerfully said. He raised the basket on his face and Allen felt his cheeks reddened by staring too much at it. "Here," Keita nodded as he smiled. "It's for you."
It was basket full of white hydrangeas—his favorite flower.
"It's from Nii-chan," Keita added, grinning.
Allen's face reddened more when he saw Keita grinned as if he knew what was coursing through his mind right now. He looked away and gripped his shirt. He was seriously at loss at what to say.
"T-thank you, Keita. But I don't think I can a-accept that."
Keita's smile faltered. "Why?"
"Don't you t-think it's weird?" he asked, trailing.
Keita violently shook his head. "No, I don't think so, Allen-san. My brother simply wanted to say sorry for his awful behavior yesterday and so he decided to give you these."
Allen was rendered speechless for a few seconds before the blushing ensued.
Keita was silently jumping in joy. So, he was right. Nii-chan behaved like an undisciplined mutt yesterday.
That stupid brother.
Keita despondently pouted. "Or maybe you don't like these flowers?" he slowly said, his shoulders sagging.
"No!" Allen shouted, grabbing the basket. "l-I like them!" Then reddened again. "I m-mean, I-I don't mind them..." he whispered, clasping the basket tightly on his chest. He looked like he wanted to go back inside his house and crawled under his bed.
"He's cute."
Keita smiled. At least his brother was telling the truth.
The white haired man bowed over and over again while saying his thanks. And before Keita could even blink, Allen was already long gone, leaving him all alone in front of the man's ridiculously huge house.
Oh well. That was alright.
Everything was going according to plan, anyway.
He grinned.
Time for plan two.
..
Allen huffed, still feeling the burning sensation on his cheeks.
He was thanking Keita for not following him and cursing his bloody introverted personality for running away like that.
He closed his eyes in frustration.
That was so unman-like, for Pete's sake!
He tightened his grip on the basket and sighed. He achingly stared at the white hydrangeas, seriously lost at what to with them. He could just put them in vase but it may be more trouble than it's worth...
When Allen looked around to utter his thanks (a reflexive characteristic of his) his nose unexpectedly brushed on something wet and supple. It smelled minty, with a faint scent of cigarette and—
His breathing escalated as he became more and more conscious of the body heat wrapping his body and the balmy and measured breathing on his face.
Allen bit his lips as he remembered the 'incident' yesterday—and bloody blushed again.
He shook his head in annoyance.
He really had to stay away from that man.
He didn't know why but he was having a serious problem composing himself whenever he was around.
It must be because they both had very different personalities, he grudgingly thought. Or maybe—
Argh! Stop thinking about him!
..
They were both sweating all over.
"You're hard," Kanda teasingly whispered as he cupped the visible hard-on of the man who let out a guttural moan while arching his head. He gently kissed the suddenly exposed forehead and his lips trailed the unshed tears on the corner of his eyes, unhurriedly lapping and tasting its surprisingly salty essence while slowly clenching the weeping hardness between his fingers.
It was so hard and warm, Kanda deliriously thought as he felt his own hardness below him.
The groans and panting grew heavier and heavier.
"K-Kanda...ah..." the man whined, calling his name over and over again. His head was thrashing wildly on the ashen bed that seemed making love to him too. He fisted the white sheets covering the cot, while clenching Kanda with his both of his legs.
The placid resistance was making him harder than ever.
Kanda flitted around his violently blushing face and stopped a few inches above that small countenance where he could clearly see all of his facial expressions.
He looked so sinfully beautiful beneath him and Kanda couldn't help but be mesmerized again at the exquisiteness of his features that seemed incessantly astonishing his eyes every time he would gaze at that pallid face.
He was so turned on too but he decided to ignore his needs first and pleasure this delicate creature panting deliciously under him.
He gently bit the reddening right ear and the man shouted arching his back again at the sudden flash of sensation that was now enveloping his body.
Kanda smirked as he felt the dribbling wetness on his fingers and kissed the bare long neck in front of him. The gentle biting sent the man into a fit of trembling pleasure, making him curl his fingers and toes.
"E-enough..." he cried as Kanda distributed the dripping white fluids on the tip of the head making his movements smooth and silky, his nail was scraping at the small opening on purpose, and painfully lingered there.
"S-stop... Kanda... I can't..."
Kanda whispered to his ears. "What do you want me to do? Hmm?"
His hand was dancing on the muted rhythm, eliciting more and more from the man uncontrollably moaning on the bed. His hips were buckling and Kanda smirked when a new set of dribbling pasty liquid came rushing on the tip of the man's hardness, signaling his completion.
"K-ka-aanda..."
He tightened his grip on the hard shaft, blocking it.
"No, no, no... not yet," He said, shaking his head, smirking.
A cry of protest was heard echoing in the room.
"Pl-lease..." There were some sniffing sounds. "I... can't... anymore..." the man cried the last words, his whole body was trembling.
Something clenched inside Kanda's chest as he watched the man sniveled beneath him body and he suddenly realized how small and fragile he was.
Suddenly, he felt guilty for having him abstain. The man wasn't used to this and yet here he was, teasing him, and so inconsiderate of his feelings.
The tears were the last straw though.
When Kanda saw him cry, he instantaneously lunged himself to the man and grabbed him close to his chest.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered while planting small kisses on his face. He nudged the soft cheeks with his forehead, feeling the wetness thinly covering them because of the man's cold tears. "I'm sorry..." he repeatedly, truly regretting what he had done.
He opened his eyes and stared at the round and drenched ashen eyes, inquisitively gazing at him, too.
He wasn't used on seeing Kanda like this. He was the kind of man that was always, always sure of himself.
"K-Kanda?" he softly called as he extended his fingers to touch his face.
Kanda nudged those supple fingers with his face and wrapping them inside his hands. "I'm sorry..." he said again, showering those lithe fingers with damp kisses. "I'm sorry..."
He slowly got down to the man's chest, planting more kisses there, nudging the two supple and hardening buds with his fingers, gently pinching each of them, making sure that it was gently executed. Kanda felt the man under him stiffened and the moaning came back again, and so did the trembling of the delicate body under his own.
Unhurriedly, he showered him with slow, painfully slow kisses, while lapping the scrumptious pallid skin, nipping, at sometimes gently biting it.
His abdomen, his thighs, his long, lithe legs who were all trembling under his touch—slowly—slowly—he tasted them all, not leaving anything out. Every corner, every fold of skin, he touched them all.
Kanda loved the different sounds that he was making as he made his way to his final destination. And when he was about to grant him something he had never done to someone before, something Kanda deemed so personal, so intimate—'What are you doing?' the man asked, stunned.
Kanda only smirked.
He saw him widened his eyes and he tried to squirm his way out of it, but Kanda held his hips firmly on the bed, not letting him escape, especially not before he had finish what he started—'No! Stop it, Kanda! It's dirty!' he shouted, his voice was hoarse, trembling.
Kanda opened his mouth to taste it, wrapping the tremulous sodden shaft inside his balmy and damp—
..
"HEY! WAKE UP, STUPID ANIKI!"
BAM!
When Kanda woke up, he was kissing the goddamn floor of his room; his whole body was ridiculously throbbing and so did his thing.
He blinked, feeling the hardness enveloping it.
What the fuck...
He looked up and he saw Keita was staring at him like he was some kind of earthworm wiggling on his feet.
"What the heck are you doing, aniki?" he asked, his eyebrows were arching perfectly. "Aniki? Oi!"
But Kanda was no longer listening.
His mind was racing back to his dream that his little brother regrettably interrupted.
Regrettably? He inquisitively thought to himself. Why did he say, 'regrettably? What was regrettable abou—
They were both sweating all over.
Unhurriedly, he showered him with slow, painfully slow kisses, while lapping the scrumptious pallid skin, nipping, at sometimes gently biting it.
His abdomen, his thighs, his long, lithe legs who were all trembling under his touch—slowly—slowly—he tasted them all, not leaving anything out. Every corner, every fold of skin, he touched them all.
Kanda's eyes widened, shocked.
But what was more appalling was the fact that his aching hardness down there gleefully twitched when his mind finally remembered all of it.
Especially the last part where—
He opened his mouth to taste it, wrapping the tremulous sodden shaft inside his balmy and damp—
Oh Fucking shit!
..
"Keita, is you brother already awake?"
Keita slowly closed the door of his brother's room and shook his head. His father, who was now feeling so much better after resting for the whole week gave him curious glances.
"I don't think so, dad," the boy replied, spacing out. "I was just asking what he was doing on the floor when he suddenly went unbelievably red and the next thing I knew, he was already banging his head on his bed." He looked at his father. "I didn't know that man could blush. Seriously."
His father sighed. "Just let him rest for today."
"But I need to tell him something."
"You can tell him that later. For now, I am forbidding you in entering you brother's room. And do not loiter near his door either.
Keita pouted. "What's with that?"
"Your brother is already so lofty and... highfaluting. So, please don't make it more harder for him."
"But I didn't do anything!" he shouted, fuming. Why was it always his fault?
His irritation escalated when his father suddenly chortled.
When he asked what was so funny, the old man just laughed some more, looking so pretty amused.
And so in the end, Keita still couldn't understand what kind of unspeakable disease his brother suddenly acquired.
Or why his father was laughing his ass off in the kitchen.
TBC
Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is sooo late. Thank you so much to the following amazing readers (some were so fantastically familiar that I already know where they are living right now...) who reviewed the last chapter: TheEndofTag, YullenLover33, Shadow's Life Spand, p0l-anka, Elena Windwalker, Ao-mido, Tsumura Himi, Shizaki Kuro, sova-chan, Hanashi o suru, sHirou, and melode. Thankyouthankyouthankyousomu ch!