Hi there guys!
I know, it has been some time since i last uploaded a chapter...
I was doing a little break to d something else,
while i waited for ten reviews for the last chapter...
which never came, but that's not that terrible.
I just had hoped there would be ten, but never mind ^^
So, this is the fourth chapter...
Just what while happen there inside?
We all remember that Allen went through the innocence made door,
which created itself with unknown reason, and is now in another place...
but where?
You'll all see it...
By the way, this chapter will be extra long again...at least I think so...
I'm still thinking about the the way I separate my chapters, if its right like that...
Whatever, lets start where the cliff hanger let you all wait!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own -man or any characters of it, otherwise I would have already let Hoshino-sensei draw my stories, just to see how it would look like...xxD
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Black.
Everything was black, like someone had blindfolded him, black velvet laying over his eyes, not letting him see a thing, surrounding him. Hesitantly he stepped forward, no floor seemed to be under his feet and yet he could still move normally, no sound could be heard, and started to walk, not knowing where to go since there was nothing he could see in this darkness. Further and further away where he guessed the door had been, but he was not sure since of the blackness. He walked and walked through the darkness, time seemed to stand still, sometimes he could hear a whisper, like the one he had heard before he went through the door, but it was away before he could find it source. Suddenly he could see something glowing in front of him, a soft, flowing light which seemed to call for him, quickly he ran towards it, reaching out with his hands when he touched it. For a moment he was blind, wrenching his eyes together because of the sudden brightness, blinking desperately, then his eyes slowly got used it, and when he opened them he gasped in surprise.
He was standing now in an ample hallway which looked like that of an old, English house, wide ad with countless book shelves left and right, different figures, like a swan spreading its wings, the picture of a stormy ocean, a boy and a girl holding hands, a women barely covered with a cloth, holding flowers, were decorating them, candles gave the doors on both sides a mysterious shine, trembling shadows scurried over their surface. Everything was quit, like it was deep in the night, nobody seemed to be here, but still...while he walked through the corridors he had more and more the feeling someone was staring at him, but every time he turned around all doors were closed. Aimlessly he walked, sometimes curiously opening one of the doors and saw different rooms, one was that of a little child, a bookshelf and desk, a thick carpet on the floor, the bed covered by soft looking blankets decorated with lace, a lonely plush bunny sitting next to the pillow. Another time he looked into a kitchen, neatly cleaned , but several plates with cakes or desserts on it, with whipped cream and chocolate, cherries and other fruits on top of them, little puddings cakes, thick with vanilla.
But no matter how delicious it looked, every time he trued to touch them it somehow felt wrong, like he was used to eat not alone with someone else sitting in front of him, mocking him. He also saw a living room, very comfortable with a comfortable with a big couch, several armchairs and a fire place, wood burning, again the presence of someone lingered in the air, like he had sit with another person there on the couch, enjoying each others warmth. Another room was discovered as a winter garden, which lead to the garden outside, stairs shining dully in the candle light, some kind of terrace, a little stream having its source from the third stairs, into a little pond which shone like a silver mirror, reflecting the moon light, golden-orange, white and black spotted fishes, which swam around inside it agravicly. Lots of exotic flowers were growing in the garden, he only recognized a few ones, like the bamboo or the orchids, a flat stone place built in the grass, also there were two flat pillows on the stone terrace, like someone used to sit with another person there, enjoying the silence of the nature.
After he closed the thin paper door to he garden he suddenly heard the whisper again, and quickly turned around, but no one was there. "Hello?", he asked uncertain, not knowing what to do, when he heard them again, they seemed to distance themselves, coming from the end of the hallway, quickly he ran behind them. Following them through the 8Gang, they sometimes came even closer, sometimes they were further away, but he persistently ran behind, finally reaching the last door, decorated with several flowers, the same which had been on the knob of the innocence made door. "Hello? Is there someone?", he called out, waiting for a voice to answer behind that door, but nobody answered. Again he had the feeling someone was standing behind him, quickly he turned around, but again the hallway behind him was empty. Although he could almost hear a mocking laughter tickling his neck, he quickly shrugged it off.
With a deep breath he opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes widened in amazement. It was a large, beautiful room with a big window on the left side, a glass door leading to the balcony. In the middle of the room was standing a king sized bed, which looked incredible soft, luxurious sheets and blankets, big pillows, made of velvet and silk, covering the mattress, inviting to lay down and have the sweetest dreams. He felt the sudden urge to lay down and wrap himself into the blankets, cuddling until he fell asleep, but something made him froze, a weird feeling crawling under his skin. Although he felt drawn to the tempting softness of the bed, at the same time his body unconsciously shrunk back, not wanting to touch it. Somehow he could feel this different. It wasn't like the bed in the children room, it wasn't not only used to lay down and dream sweet, innocent dreams of sunshine, toys or candy. This bed emitted the feel of something else, a feverish, demanding aura, sensual and heavy, suddenly he could see long legs on the blankets, pale skin gliding over the silk, sweat and the smell of musk, mixed with cinnamon, he could almost hear moans and little screams, bodies pressed onto each other, the smell of- crying out quietly he stumbled back, agitated looking around. His gaze fell on the several dressers standing at the walls and decided to look inside. Curiously he opened the drawers, finding lots of different things which use he couldn't really think of.
There were silk belts, black, white or red, feeling good on the skin, soft velvet gloves, a mask decorated with blinking jewels, made of velvet, looking strange and exotic. Long peacock's feathers, small spiky and soft balls, fine fish-net stockings, lots of essence oils, fragrant and creamy, several flacons and bottles filled with strange perfume, which made him feel dazed and awaken at the same time, some oils or creams which also contained small glass like orbs, rubbing on his skin, a leather whip, lots of long belts made of silk or nylon. Chains which clicked quietly when he touched them, hand cuffs decorated with jewels or little small tassels. And then those long, strange looking stabs, most of them were as thick as a banana, some were bigger or got slimmer. A few of them got thicker at the tip, some were smooth, others had a dimpled surface or had small spikes at the head. Some were made of glass, others made of rubber with different flexibility and had different colors, red, blue, black or violet.
He also discovered a big, walkable wardrobe, with lots of normal clothes, silk shirts, shirts made of cotton, pants, vests, jackets or coats, different hats and leather shoes or boots, some scarfs, weird coat-like clothes without buttons, more like bathrobes, kimonos and yukatas, made of silk, decorated with flowers, fishes, trees, clouds, moons or suns with the suited obi, different in thickness, all of different kinds of colors and shades. But there were also clothes which seemed like their owners used them a lot in private, next to magnificent suits there also hung others, looking like for a masked ball, clinging on the skin, decorated coats, weird hats, Chinese silk dresses, tops with a lot of lace, several skirts from different length, boxes with a huge amount of schmuck, lots of hair pins, some with jewels or flowers, noble slippers, combs.
Confused he closed it, nervously looking around. This room and things were all drowned in an aura he couldn't stand, too much heat and sensuality lingering in the air. He already wanted to walk to the balcony door when he saw something he hadn't notice before and made him froze in shock. What he first had thought of some weird belts hanging down were two chains at the wall on the right side of the bed. Under it on the floor were several white spots staining the floor, like something had been spilled there. But it couldn't be blood, right? The spots were too bright for being blood, their color was more like that of milk, mixed with yellow cream. / A cream colored liquid? But what kind of liquid could it be?/, he thought confused, not finding the solution, although the smell they emitted was somehow familiar...he had smelt it very often. He couldn't stay here any longer, he didn't want to. He had to leave this room, it smelt too strong, emitted a too strong feeling, strong like something he had already experienced, but didn't want to describe or even think about. He turned around, wanting to leave when suddenly a noise coming from behind the door. Perplexed he turned around, walking to the door and opening it it was impossible that someone else could have sneaked in without him noticing!
Suddenly two strong hands grabbed him while he was standing in the door frame, preventing him from escaping. He wanted to scream, but before he could even open his mouth, one hand quickly covered his mouth, silencing him. Desperately he struggled against the strong grip, but it was useless. "Come on, calm down, I don't want to hurt you, so yo don't have to freak out", a voice suddenly said close to his ear. He froze, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. It wasn't what the voice had said, more importantly how his captor sounded. That voice...it sounded so familiar, he heard it everyday, every time he talked with people. /Impossible...//, he gasped, sound muffled through the hand covering his mouth, he heard the voice chuckle and a slight shifting, his back was pressed against the chest of the person holding him. The person leaned closer, whispering: "Hello Allen."
Breathing in. Breathing out. Focus on a spot deep inside him, make yourself empty, imagine being the only person, create your own world- "Fuck!". Kanda cursed loudly, angrily standing up. He had come into the mediation room after the ruined love declaration, trying to cool down and sort his thoughts, but he just couldn't concentrate, this was the first time ever. Pictures of Allens soft, surprised face with his large, silver eyes and the beautiful lips popped up, he had been so close, dammit! He just couldn't stay calm now, he needed to tell it t him, as fast as he could. Muttering silent curses he walked back to change into his normal clothes, then after breathing deep in to calm down at least a bit he started to search for his Moyashi. One hour later he was close to get an outburst of fury again, anger boiling in his veins. Just why couldn't he find the Moyashi?
He had looked everywhere the white haired could have been, his room, the cafeteria, Lavi's room, the kitchen, Linalees room, the training ground and even in the library, although he rarely went there, just quickly taking a few books to read them in his rooms, in silent fear of getting annoyed by the crazy rabbit. Sighing under his breath he grumpily walked to Komuis office, the last possible place where the Moyashi could be or at least, someone there who knew where had go. "Ah, Kanda-kun, what a surprise! Do you want to have a little chat with me?", Komui greeted him with hope, eagerly scribbling down on a few papers to make it looked like he worked. "Che, what the hell are you thinking? I need to ask you something, do you know where the Moyashi could be?". "Allen?", the super visor said surprised, putting the coffee cup down he had drank from. "Isn't he be in his room?" "No, he isn't in his fucking room, I already searched for him there and at every other place he could be!", Kanda growled, shifting his weight, impatiently flipping his hair back. "Really weird...i thought he would be there, since he looked a bit tired...maybe he is still with Hevlaska? I send him there because i found some time ago an innocence someone forgot to bring to her, so he did it for me, maybe he wanted to talk a bit with her?" "Che, whatever, I'll go looking there for him", Kanda snorted, turning around and walking out of Komuis office without any thanks as usual, but heck, he was Kanda after all./Just what is the stupid Moyashi doing there the whole time? I can't believe he is talking that long to Hevlaska all the time!/, he thought angrily, walking to the elevator which would bring him down.
"Let me go! Let me go!", Allen, whose mouth was now free, cried, fruitless trying to hit the strange person who smirked and suddenly let him go, his victim stumbled back in surprise, but before he could tun around face him he heard the other one laugh and order: "Crown Clown.". Out of the blue hundreds of white belts wrapped themselves around him from behind, pulling him roughly against the wall, he gasped in pain, noticing too late how another single belt wrapped itself around his head, acting as a blindfold. His wrists were bond with the chains now, before he could do anything, the belts restraining his arms and legs, but he was too shocked about what the other person had just said. "Impossible...that's impossible! Who are you?", he cried, violently fighting against the chains which hold him, "Answer me, who are you? It's not possible, no one could be able to use this innocence, no one b...but...", his voice slowly became quieter until it was completely silent.
"You still don't want to believe it? Somehow I got a dejavu, he also didn't want to believe it at first when he saw me...Well, I'm sure you are wondering why I could use my-or your powers while you were completely defenseless...This room, or better this house is in a completely different world, created by your own mind...or should say I say this world is your mind? Everything you saw here was created by yourself, and everything which is happening here happens because you want it. The fact that you are now weak and unable to protect yourself is because you never needed it before, someone else was protecting you...So, basically I didn't stole your powers, but since you didn't need them here I lend them, after all they are a part of me as well...I do what you want, even if you don't know it yet...And since you are now unable to defend yourself and, in my control, it makes it easier for me...so, just relax, I'm going to make you feel really good...". He purred, slowly licking down Allens quivering neck, right at the place where the pulse was, enjoying the cry he heard. "What are you doing there? Stop it, its disgusting! And I still don't know who you are!", the white haired cried, trying to bend away to not feel the wet tongue on his skin.
His captor chuckled, slowly trailing with his fingers down his victims chest, whispering into his ear: "Don't want to admit it? Though you know it so clearly...", he leaned closer, until he could feel Allen's hot breath against his lips: "I am you and you are me...I'm the mirror, who shows you the thing you don't want to admit." With that he attacked Allens lips, hungrily claiming them. A muffled scream escaped the silver eyed lips, desperately trying to rip his lips free, but a hand suddenly sneaked behind his neck, pressing against his head to make sure he wouldn't escape. The strangers tongue glided over his wet lips, forcing them open to invade his mouth, tasting the unique sweetness. "Nngh...", Allen whimpered, suddenly feeling very light headed, but he couldn't help. The other ones tongue touched his own, rubbing against it in circles, then he suddenly bit into his lower lip, nibbling on it. His wet mouth wandered down his neck, greedily sucking and licking on the white skin, but not hard enough to leave a hickey. His victim moaned unwillingly, trying to struggle out of his grip, smirking the other one slipped his hand down and around, squeezing hard his ass, Allen squeaked in surprise, angrily trying to shake him off.
"Ah, don't be like that", the stranger said chuckling, "I just want to make you feel good. But it seems like I have to use harder options...". With that he simply spread his claw hand, cutting through Allens vest and shirt, never touching the soft skin, caressing one of the rosy nipples which twitched t the touch. "St-stop that! I don't want you to-hyaaa!". A high pitched scream rang through the air, panting for air the white haired arched against the wall, groaning helplessly. The stranger had suddenly attacked his nipples, his lips wrapped around the soft nub sucking hard, purposely using his teeth to scratch over the flesh which was slowly hardening under his hot tongue. Allen moaned, hos whole body slowly started to burn, his skin tingled under the sinful touches of his captor, although he didn't want this, he was starting to feel dizzy, the smell of the room crawling under his skin, overwhelming his senses, making him even more sensitive. Every touch, every stroke of his skin set little fires in his body, the blindfold made him even more aware of his racing pulse, the sweat beading between his eyebrows and down his twitching muscles, blood rushing down into his lower body parts. But Allen didn't want it, he tried to resist, to fight against the pleasure running through his veins, messing up his mind.
He bit his lips stubbornly, blood dripping down his chin, staining the white skin on his chest while he tried to control his breath, to slow down. "Don't be like that", the stranger cooed, finally letting go of the now swollen nipple, "I just want to pleasure you. Shall I give you more?" He smirked darkly, calling a belt of his innocence to him, which moved around, then started to creep over Allens heated skin, causing him to shudder unwillingly, lower and lower until it reached the waist band of his pants, slipping inside to wrap itself around his semi-hard cock, squeezing hard. The young exorcist threw his head back in shock, barely able to suppress the scream stuck in his throat. "Haa...nnh...", his cheeks flushed, he fought against the desire to moan, to moan at the wonderful wave of pleasure pulsing through his body. But it was hard, so hard to not give in, to let himself enjoy these sensations which shook his whole self, mind close to drown in a sea of pure ecstasy at the feeling of the belt stroking him.
Maybe he should just give in, bucking with his hips because it felt so good, way too good, and with his blindfold shielding his eyes off from everything it almost felt like he was in one of his dreams, when his cock was getting stroked by- his eyes widened in shock under the blindfold. Just how could he have forgotten that? This wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't with the person he really desired- another, harder stroke made him gasp, twitching in shock when the belt, now slick with his pre-cum, pumped him faster. "No time to get distracted with thoughts", the voice said, its owner grinning evil, "You have to concentrate on what is happening now! Or...should I punish you more?" Tease in his voice, the stranger called out his innocence again, letting it form the white hand he had already used, letting it pull down the zipper of his victims pants, completely pulling them roughly down with his underwear. Allen protested heatedly, trying to kick it away as soon as he felt it close to his navel, but the belts around his legs tightened, preventing him to move until the pants were pulled down, then they loosened, crawling over his twitching legs to wrap themselves around his legs again, sliding up and down, rubbing the creamy colored tights which caused the white haired to shudder in shock, so close to his erection which wasn't pumped anymore, but not close enough to touch it.
He would have been happy about that fact if his cock didn't ache so hard, painfully aroused although against his will, yearning for more touch, whether rough or gentle he didn't care, just something to touch him down there, he couldn't bear it! Desperately he tried to press his tights together, trying to rub his hard, swollen length, but it didn't work, the friction he got was too less to relief him, crying out in frustration when he felt those belts rubbing him, avoiding to touch him where he really needed it, no longer able to put on more resist in his state. "N-no, stop...stop t-that", he panted desperately, "Its..its evil...t-teasing me..". The words had slipped out of his mouth before he had thought about it, too late he noticed what he had just said. Now it would be impossible to escape. He cried out in shock and barely hidden relief when he suddenly felt a gloved hand grab his dripping cock and stroke him really hard. "What did you just say? I'm teasing you?" The stranger cooed, letting his finger glide over the hard length, grinning at the gasp he got for that.
"No, st-stop..i-its not true!", Allen cried out, protesting weakly, "I -i don't want to be touched by you, only-" Inhaling sharply he interrupted himself, realizing what he had been just about to say and bit down on hi lips instead, another blood drop fell down on his chest. "Hm? You don't want to be touched by me? Weird, since you seem to enjoy it so much...who is it then?", the other one teased, rubbing his cock harder, massaging it while he kissed and sucked onto the silver eyed's neck, emitting another moan. At his silent order the belts around him climbed higher, suddenly wrapping themselves around Allens ass, slick with the pre-cum gliding through his legs swiftly, right through his ass cheeks, rubbing against his twitching entrance. Allen cried out in shock, arching up with his hips right against his captors hard on under his pats, causing him to scream again at the hard friction. "Tell me who it is, or I'll stop pumping you", the other one whispered, "Who is it?". But the white haired stubbornly shook his head, not wanting to tell it he pressed his lips together, regretting it almost immediately wen the hand around his cock disappeared, leaving him still hard and helpless, unable to touch himself with his hands chained on the wall.
"No? You are such a bad boy", his captor smirked, suddenly squeezing his cock again, but not out of mildness, because to collect a bit more cum in his hand. With a gesture he ordered the white hand to him, letting it coat itself with the white liquid. Grinning darkly he let the hand position itself close to his victim, but not enough to let him feel it yet. "Sure you don't want to tell me? Just to let you know, I can force you to answer me...". With that he let the belts around Allens shaking legs forcefully spread them apart, who squeaked in surprise, to create a better access. "W-what are you doing? And n-no, I won't tell you!", he panted, persistently keeping his mouth shut. "Really? I guess then I don't have another choice", his torturer sighed, smirking evil. The white haireds eyes widened under his blindfold, he cried out in shock and pain when something cold and slick pressed against his entrance, roughly forcing itself through the tight ring of muscles, which immediately clamped down on the foreign body, trying to press it out. "N-no, put it out! Put i-it out!", Allen yelled, crying out again when the cool finger inside him started to pump, stretching him while it slipped deeper into him, thrusting hard. His body arched, desperately trying to make it slip out, because it really hurt, burning on his insides, his muscles constricted, fighting against the intruder which suddenly slipped even deeper through his violent movements, pushing against a small bundle of nerves he didn't knew about before.
A shock wave of pleasure rocked through his body, screaming loudly his knees buckled, but he couldn't fall because of the chains which hold him. "Still not wanting to answer?", the stranger whispered into his ear, suddenly grabbing his cock and started to stroke it again, roughly and fast, making Allen scream again, being now bombarded from two overwhelming sensations, the gloved hand rubbing over the sensitive skin of his cock while the finger pushed again and again right onto against the small bundles of nerves, making him almost faint. A second finger joined the first one, stretching him even further, Allen coughed, choking on another another cry while his captor mercilessly stroked him, but, he still didn't want to admit it, he didn't want. If he said it, it would be admitting everything Lavi had told him about his problem, like beating himself right into his face or ripping off his arms. The other one only smiled, eyes glowing in the moon light coming through the window, he had to admit the white haired could be stubborn if he wanted, but still, that wouldn't help him, he still had other options to force him telling what he wanted to hear.
"Why don't you tell me? I simply want his name, that's all...so why not saying it?", the other one asked, lips slowly gliding over Allens cheek, who jerked back and panted: "No!". "Well, if you don't want to...everything can get harder then", his torturer sighed, silently commanding one belt which immediately reacted, wrapping itself around the silver eyeds cock close to the tip, tightening. "Haa...wh-what did you d-do?", Allen panted, squirming at the uncomfortable feeling around his cock, way too tight, his captor only chuckled and continued stroking him, going faster which made his victim gasp in shock, crying out again when the fingers inside him also wen faster, stretching him again in a painful manner. "A little restrain...to make sure you won't be able to come", the other smirked evil, mercilessly squeezing Allens cock harder, fingers sliding over the tip, playing with the slit, then returning to stroke the whole length. "Lets see how long you'll be able to resist getting sucked off and finger fucked at the same time." With no other warning he kneed down, immediately taking his victims swollen cock in and sucking it off in a fast rhythm, matched to the pumping of the fingers. The silver eyed exorcist cried out, a high pitched scream at the sudden sensation of something hot and wet wrapped around his cock, tightening and sucking while something smaller licked over his cock, teasing his tip.
Alone this sensation would have let him come, without the fast and hard thrusting of the fingers inside him, but he couldn't come, the belt tied around his cock prevented him to release. Both sensations were to much for him, waves of pleasure rocking through his body, burning in his veins, everything was so hot, he felt like his skin was too tight, burning, the pressure of heat pooling inside him, growing bigger and bigger with every second, but he couldn't come, couldn't release the overwhelming, pain filled pleasure. "N-no, stop it!", he cried out, hips bucking up unwillingly, "I-its too much, pl-please let m-me come..." "Mh?". With a popping sound his torturer released his cock, licking his lips, smirking in a smut way. "Aah, now are you begging? I'm sorry, but I can't let you come...as long as you don't tell me the name of the man you desire." With that he dove down again, swallowing Allens throbbing length whole while his lips tightened around it, rhythmically he started to suck, bobbing his head up and down. Allen cried out again, suddenly there were three fingers inside him, the muscles clamped down even more, but it was useless, sliding in and out they thrust hard against that spot, with every push getting faster.
He couldn't. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much, hurt too much, was too much pleasure to bear. He whimpered, his whole body twitching uncontrollable, panting and moaning with each thrust, crying out. He couldn't resist anymore, not when his mind was a total mess and his thought drowning in the heat of his body, melting. "Pl-please, I can't...i-i can't take i-it anymore", he panted, a single tear sliding down his cheek, "I-its too much...". He breathlessly fought for air, desperately, panting:" Let me...l-let me...i can't...i-its...the one i-i want...i-its...i-its...K-k-", another wave of pleasure let him arch back in shock, his torturer hummed around his cock, vibrations running through his length. "I-its...K-...Ka...Kanda!", Allen cried out, now completely broken, "I-its Kanda!". More tears were now streaming down his cheeks, silver liquid which appeared under the white of the blindfold. "Good boy", the stranger whispered, "You told me, now I know it...". He gently stroked the white haireds sweaty neck, kneeling down again while he let the belt around his cock untie with a gesture, sending it away. "I'll let you come, as I promised...", slowly he started to lick Allens throbbing cock. Suddenly there was a noise coming from the door, a click could be heard, then the door swung open, but the white haireds torturer didn't turn around. He already knew who it was, his familiar presence filling his senses.
So, that was chapter..four? Yes, chapter four^^
It isn't as long as the last chapter, but hey,
I can't always type that long chapters without feeling a thing in my fingers!
But still I hope you liked it...
What will happen next? Who is the one who entered this world?
Maybe some of you do already have an idea...
Before I can upload this chapter for you I'll first have to correct every mistake,
and then look for the words I don't know...
Its shitty, but sadly my head isn't an English dictionary -_-"
Somehow I do feel guilty...i torture poor Allen-chan every time so hard...
I'm slowly thinking I'm becoming a crazy Allen obsessed sadistic fangirl...
But I can't help!
And I have to say to m defense that I NEVER let my stories end bad,
meaning the main characters die or something like that...
Well, whatever, I better go off now to correct everything as good as I can^^"
I really, really hope you'll be leaving a lot nice reviews :)
*jumping off into the world of Internet*
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