THIS IS AN M-RATED CHAPTER! DO NOT READ IF GUY-ON-GUY GRAPHIC SEX IS NOT YOUR THING!

So here it is. I am really sorry about the wait! And before you get excited, this is just a bonus, lemon-filled chapter that actually has no bearing on the story at all, so you're getting no hints about the sequel here! Just thought I'd post this, let you all know I'm still alive and writing and to put a definite end to Decline. I realise that this arc ends rather abruptly and many readers were sending me messages asking if I realised that Decline was marked as completed when it obviously wasn't. This led me to make two conclusions 1- people wanted to read more of the story, which of course is motivation for writing more, and 2- people don't read my author's notes. Therefore, I don't even know why I'm putting this here... hmmm.

Enjoy!

Chapter Seventeen- Epilogue

Kanda tipped Allen backwards onto the bed as gently a he could, mindful of his injured arm and shoulder. The expression on Allen's face told him that he need not have bothered- it appeared that the pain of his wounds were the last thing on Allen's mind right now.

Vaguely thinking that undressing Allen would have been much easier half an hour ago when he had been wearing just as sheet, Kanda started on the sloppily buttoned shirt. He was determined that whatever happened later he'd at least get to see Allen shirtless again before the end of the night.

Allen seemed of the same mind, tearing the unfastened shirt from his body as soon as the last button was freed, his left hand running over Kanda's muscled back as though he was memorising every inch of skin.

Kanda had to pause a moment, savouring the sensation of Allen's rough-fingered innocence hand scratching lightly as his sweat-slicked skin before lowering his mouth to Allen's in a furious kiss.

It was as though the kiss had flicked a switch in their minds. Allen groaned huskily into Kanda's mouth as he ground their hips together, his neck arching as his back bowed with pleasure, even though his motions were limited thanks to the weight of the other man pressing him into the bed.

Kanda felt the hand that had been previously mapping his back begin tugging imperiously on his trousers, actually managing to slide them an inch or so over his hips before Kanda sat back, removing both his trousers and himself from Allen's reach, an almost panicked look on his face. He looked down in concern at the man sprawled across the bed beneath him.

Allen scowled hazily in return. "What?" he snapped, pushing up on one elbow and probably sounding far more desperate than he wanted to.

Kanda frowned doubtfully. "You were stripping me…" he accused, almost uncertainly.

"Yes…" Allen agreed, a little exasperated. "And I'd very much like to continue to do so, if you'd be so kind as to get back over here. Please." He added almost as an afterthought.

If anything, Kanda's frown deepened, but it wasn't with anger, at least. "But… why?"

Allen blinked. "Why?" he echoed, perplexed. "What did you think was going on here?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What did you think was going on here?"

A small embarrassed flush spread across Kanda's nose. "I just wasn't expecting…" he trailed off and seemed to pull himself together, crossing his arms and arranging his face into his usual scowl. "You're not the one in charge of this" he stated firmly with a decisive nod, as though that was that. In truth he was more than a little nervous at Allen's enthusiasm. He hadn't given much thought to what would happen once he'd finally got Allen naked, and for some reason, being naked himself had never even entered his head.

Allen didn't know whether to laugh or not, though the expression on Kanda's face suggested that laughing would not be the best idea.

While he tried to decide on the best course of action, he gaped unattractively, blinking slowly and running his now empty hand over the bedclothes absently. Eventually he cleared his throat. "Are you serious?" he asked hesitantly, just to make sure. He'd never heard of Kanda cracking a joke, but that wasn't to say that miracles couldn't happen.

The increasingly murderous look that Kanda was spearing him with said yes, Kanda was deadly serious.

"Ok" Allen said with a nod, "you are." He glanced to the side, wondering whether he dared voice his thoughts. "It's just that…." He knew he was flushing bright red and decided to just say it.

"Hayooverdunythinlithisefore?"

Kanda stared at him blankly.

With a sigh, Allen came to the conclusion that someone, somewhere, hated him. He glanced at the ceiling, silently blaming God for his current predicament.

"Have you ever done anything like this before? Not that I don't trust you or anything, but it's different than being with a girl and you seemed a little anxious and-" he gave a nervous little giggle, realising what he had just said, and buried his face in his hand. "Go ahead, just kill me now."

Kanda glared at him, but no glare was enough to disguise the faint blush that spread elegantly over his nose and flushed his cheeks a delicate pink. "Che, stupid Moyashi" he sniffed, turning his nose in the air and looking to the side, arms folded across his bare chest. All in all he looked rather awkward.

Still, he was never one to let his nerves interfere with any aspect of his life, so Kanda took Allen's hand in a powerful grip, tangling the other in unruly brown hair and mashing their lips together in a forceful kiss that threatened to make Allen's knees buckle.

He grasped whatever part of Kanda he could with his injured hand, dragging the appendage free from the sling without care for further damage, running his fingers over Kanda's shoulders and splaying them across his chest, his rough-fingered hand sliding across a nipple as Kanda crushed them closer with bruising force.

The older man pulled away just enough to free his mouth and growl two words that were enough to turn Allen's insides to jelly. "Show me."

Allen had no illusions as to whom would be topping whom that night- he couldn't even begin to imagine Kanda giving up the so-called dominant role, but that didn't matter- he couldn't think of anything better than Kanda's body over him, and had long since perfected the art of topping from the bottom to such a degree that only he would notice it.

He closed the distance between them, giving Kanda a quick, unsatisfying peck on the lips before grinning crookedly at him. "it would be my pleasure" he purred, taking both of Kanda's hands in his and drawing him the rest of the way to the bed.

When the back of his knees hit the mattress he let go of Kanda's hands and reclined back onto the bed, throwing his arms over his head like a sacrificial offering. He thoroughly enjoyed the way that Kanda's eyes darkened further as he watched the action, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze trailed scorching down his body, lingering on his bare chest and sweeping down to his still clothed crotch. He arch and wriggled a little, which immediately drew Kanda's eyes back to his face. The man looked a little guilty for staring.

Allen grinned at him and crooked a finger, inviting the other man closer. "You won't be able to do much from there, lover," he murmured, trailing his own gaze down Kanda's body, watching it respond to the heated look.

Kanda approached as though in a daydream, stumbling artlessly to the bed. Allen considered it the greatest gift he could receive to see Kanda come apart like this, and they'd hardly even begun yet.

Arms came down either side of his head, his wrists pinned by sword-calloused hands and a mouth was very close to his ear. "You," Kanda breathed "are a tease, Moyashi, and you're going to regret it."

"Oh really?" Allen said, turning his face so he could see Kanda's face better. He arched up, brushing his hips against Kanda's as he straddled him. "If this is how you plan to punish me, I'm having trouble seeing the down side."

Kanda apparently decided that words were overrated and crushed their mouths together roughly, catching Allen's lower lip in his teeth and biting harshly before pulling back to observe the results. Allen's earlier cockiness had vanished, he now looked dazed, pupils blown and breath rasping in a suddenly dry throat. "Now whose the tease?" Allen panted, trying and failing to free his wrists. Not that he tried very hard at all, but the motion was enough to remind Kanda of the position they were in.

"Don't move" he growled, slowly releasing the captured wrists and sitting up. Allen obeyed the command, remaining splayed in the prone position he had first presented himself in.

Kanda's hands skated down his sides before making short work of Allen's belt and flinging it open without bothering to pull it from the loops and yanking the button undone and tearing the fly down.

Apparently Kanda was over-hasty when nervous, which Allen decided was something that needed rectifying sooner rather than later. Quicker than the other man expected him to be able to move, he drew his legs from underneath Kanda's splayed thighs and toppled them both over. Before Kanda could complain, Allen's mouth was sucking on his throat and his skilful fingers were slowly back to pulling off Kanda's trousers.

"What are you doing?" Kanda asked from his position beneath Allen, sounding outraged.

"Hush" Allen growled against his throat, drawing the clothing from Kanda's body inch by each torturous, agonisingly slow inch. "You wanted to learn, didn't you? Lesson one: not everything is better faster." He gave that crooked grin again as he tossed Kanda's clothes over his shoulder, shuffling down the bed a little to give himself a bit more room to work. He doubted Kanda would be wearing the expression he was if he had any idea of what was coming. "Lesson two: some things are" and without further warning he pulled the entire length of Kanda's cock into his mouth. Kanda had definitely not seen that coming if the surprised half-shout, half-moan that burst from his mouth was anything to go by.

When Kanda's shocked gaze met his own, Allen winked and proceeded to swallow even more of the rigid length. He had to give Kanda credit- better men had come immediately after such a move. He decided to test Kanda's endurance further, relaxing his throat and swallowing once before pulling back a little and using his tongue in every way imaginable to tease him. He knew he'd have to stop when he felt Kanda suddenly tense beneath him- the only indication that he had that Kanda was getting close, up till now the man had been disappointedly silent. As much as he enjoyed pushing Kanda, an early release would put his ultimate plans on hold and he wasn't feeling particularly patient at the moment.

With one last, lingering lick across the leaking head of Kanda's cock, he sat back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and smacking his lips with apparent relish.

Kanda looked torn between amused and pissed off, so Allen thought that proceeding would be in his best interests. He lay back, his legs either side of Kanda's body, one arm folded beneath his head and the other hand lazily stroking his own so-far neglected erection.

Kanda watched hungrily, getting on his hands and knees and crawling over Allen's body, trailing small kisses and teasing licks as he went. When he reached Allen's face he kissed him roughly, putting all his weight behind their contact and relishing the ease with which Allen opened up to him.

He drew back slightly, watching Allen's eyes blink hazily open. "I am going to fuck you" he said in a low serious voice, stroking Allen's scarred check with the back of his hand and placing a small kiss on the tip of Allen's nose. the tender actions were at odds with his coarse words, but they made Allen smile nonetheless. Kanda was not a verbose man, and Allen had long since learned to read what Kanda was truly trying to say through actions.

He turned his head, catching the fingers trailing down his cheek in his mouth and wrapping his tongue around the long digits. Kanda watched in fascination before pulling his fingers free, and with eyes still fixed on Allen's face, trailed them down his body, slipping behind his balls and gently probed his entrance. Allen sucked in a breath when the first finger breached him and immediately Kanda stopped, afraid he'd hurt him. Allen smiled, and it was only a little strained, grasping Kanda's arm and pushing the finger further inside himself, ignoring the slight burn as he was stretched open.

"Don't stop" he ordered, letting go of Kanda's arm in favour of pushing the long black hair trailing over Kanda's shoulder behind his ear.

Kanda still looked unsure, so Allen arched his hips suddenly and bore down on the finger, pushing it fully inside himself. He couldn't help the small sound of pain that escaped him at the sudden forceful penetration, nor the few small hot tears that were squeezed from his eyes.

"Shit Moyashi, what the fuck did you do that for?" Kanda stared down at Allen, horrified that he'd done that to himself.

"I'm not a damned girl, Kanda, stop treating me like I'll break!" Allen snapped, angrily dashing the tears aside and glaring up at the other man. "You said you were going to fuck me, so do it, damn it!"

Still looking unsure, Kanda gave Allen a sharp, jerky nod, rapidly moving the single finger in an effort to try and widen Allen's passage before he added another, stoically ignoring the less-than-pleasured hiss that escaped Allen's clenched teeth as he scissored his fingers even though part of his mind wanted to stop and forget the whole thing. Surely the sex wasn't worth this much pain? Fortunately for Allen, and Kanda, who would have surely met his end at Allen's hands, the part of his mind that was ruled by his dick was larger than his conscience, and he forced, as gently as he could, a third finger in beside the others.

Allen was panting harshly now, gusts of air forced in and out of his nose, but at least his eyes were open and fixed on Kanda's face, silently willing him on. Without warning, Allen's eyes flew open and he gasped noisily, his back arching, taut as a bowstring.

Kanda frowned and moved his fingers in the same motion again, curiously watching Allen's reaction with hungry eyes. He felt the strange, definitely different gland under his fingertips at the same moment as Allen bowed again, the noise he made this time ringing in the air as a fully-fledged moan of pleasure.

Kanda smirked, glad that finally Allen seemed to be enjoying himself and rubbed his fingers along the inner walls again, pressing and probing until he felt that spot once more. Using two fingers, he kept up a constant assault and Allen's erection, which had wilted a little with the pain of being stretched, sprung back to life again. The older man rewarded it with a small lick, not sure whether he'd like having that part of Allen anywhere near his mouth, but it wasn't horrible, so he got braver, taking more of Allen into his mouth and sucking lightly at the same time as rubbing the prostate beneath his fingers.

Allen flung his head back and groaned, the noise deep and animalistic and uncontrolled and it made Kanda feel very smug. Suddenly Allen's knuckles whitened as he gripped the bed sheet beneath him. "Kanda... 'm gonna..." but that was all he managed to get out before he came, taking Kanda by surprise. He'd been so busy watching Allen's face that he hadn't been paying attention to the rest of his body. He choked a little, some of Allen's release escaping his mouth, but swallowed manfully, licking his lips as he met Allen's eyes.
The brown of his iris had all but vanished, swallowed by the dilated pupil, and Allen stared at Kanda hungrily, though there was something like surprise in his expression too. And something indefinable, something fierce yet tender that Kanda could not put a name to. Not that he was going to try right now, not when orgasmic shudders trembled through the body beneath him, the body that was now utterly relaxed and waiting for him.

Forgetting that he had never done this before, he moved on autopilot, moving further up the bed and guiding himself to Allen's prepared entrance. He wasted no time in going slow- Allen had told him that he wasn't fragile, and now they were going to prove it. He drove himself in fully, not stopping to let Allen get used to the feeling of being overly filled before pulling back and thrusting forward again. On the third thrust he hit Allen's already over-sensitive prostate and the man beneath him screamed, his neck arching and baring a beautiful unblemished throat for Kanda to mark. And how could he refuse such an invitation? He leaned forward, catching the skin of Allen's throat between his teeth, biting firmly before sucking a red mark onto the tanned skin.

"Oh God!" Allen gasped hoarsely when Kanda had released his neck, wrapping his legs around Kanda's waist and pulling him closer. This also had the effect of limiting Kanda's movement, so he disentangled himself from the legs encircling him, pushing them back against Allen's heaving chest, all without breaking rhythm. Allen cried out again as the change of positions forced Kanda even deeper, his inner muscles clenching around Kanda's cock and just like that Kanda was coming, his perfect rhythm shot to hell and arms trembling as he released inside Allen's body.

With a sound that was almost a groan, he pitched forward, only just remembering to throw his arms out and stop himself from squishing Allen between his chest and the bed. He rolled to the side, pulling out as he did so. Allen's pained hiss made him frown, but the other man just gave him a beatific smile and wriggled closer, pressing his nose to Kanda's throat. When he spoke his voice was rough and hoarse from shouting. "Jesus Kanda, for a virgin you really know what you're doing."

Kanda couldn't quite figure out if that was a compliment or not, so stayed silent.

"Mmm" Allen sighed, flinging an arm over Kanda's sweat-slicked chest and pressing his body as close as he could. "We were supposed to be packing" he mumbled accusingly.

"If you want to move" Kanda said around a yawn, pushing his nose into damp dark hair, absently wishing it was the white he was used to seeing on this man, "then go ahead. I'm going to sleep."

His answer was a soft snore.

"Che," Kanda muttered as he settled down beneath the covers he'd just managed to rescue from the floor, tucking the other man as close to his side as he possibly could without pulling Allen on top of him. "Stupid Moyashi."

And because I am the nicest author alive (not one word) I have posted the prologue to the sequel, hereby christened "Credence" after this epilogue. Have a sneak peek on me! (well, not a peek on me, obviously, because that would be weird) You know what I mean. Thanks for sticking around people. Lovage, Rika X.