A/N Ngh, you're probably wondering what the hell took me so long this time, well, these last three weeks were rough: preparing for final exams, studying for final exams, taking the goddamn final exams (and probably failing that geometry one since all I did was write/draw p0rn in there). And this week, well, I was tired. I needed a break and thought I deserved one. So, I slept for more than four hours for what felt like ages, hanged out with my two (super neglected) best friends and co-writers, watched Transformers the rise of the fallen last night and discovered that giant robot fights are the sexiest thing after a TYLpedo!HibarixTsunaxPresent!Hibari tuna bird sandwich with a bit of pineapple at the side. Which, by the way, is the sexiest thing in the universe, just so you guys know (I wonder how many people know what this is? XD)
Ah, but I'm back now. With some bad news that won't affect this story at all so you readers don't have to worry about it unless you read some of my other works. But I'll leave that depressing(?) author note for my other story's update :D
Warnings: Heavy lime, baby. Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. So if sex between two guys (one who is, ehem, with child and by the way a minor considering state rules) bothers you, click that back button and say sayonara my good friend! Oh, and since it's Kanda POV watch out for the language. Ah, yes, my betas are dead to the world right now so pointing out spelling mistakes is super welcomed.
Disclaimer: He's a super freak, super freak, Kanda's super freaky!
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Apostle of God
Chapter XII-Feeling Again
It was still night, but his biological clock had forced him to wake up despite that he hadn't slept more than what felt like an hour. And it was all this boy's fault, the one who was still dead to world after he had found a position comfortable enough to sleep in. Fuck, how was it possible for this brat to move so much in his sleep? He had kicked him and elbowed him too many times already for it to be done unconsciously and Kanda was very tempted to simply return the favor.
But, shit, he understood. He understood that the boy couldn't relax due to the soreness he had caused him after that excellent session of fucking, one which would have been able to go on for much longer if not because the kid had practically been out of it before the third round had been completed. Ya, maybe he had asked for too much, but it was bound to happen: it was the brat's fault for being so tempting. For having that body that stirred up his most darkest desires, for being so soft and strong at the same time, for whispering his name so sweetly. Besides, the pain he might have caused him would double once the boy woke up, or so the rabbit had said. He wondered if the runt would be able to walk after everything he had done to him. He smiled cruelly. He was definitely a damn dirty bastard.
Besides, there was also his grown stomach to consider. Three and a half months. Allen wasn't supposed to have that much trouble sleeping because of that since he still had quite a considerably small size, but that was probably what was making it impossible for the Moyashi to sleep comfortably. He sat up, simply sitting on the bed while he looked at the boy, sleeping at his side, with his left hand firmly holding the sheets of the bed. He ran a finger over the cross adorning the back of that hand, the place where his Innocence was located. Parasitic Innocence. He wouldn't live a long life. Just like him.
He narrowed his eyes at the same time he frowned.
Brushing away a couple of white locks from his closed silver eyes, he stared at his face again. That had been the reason why he had refused to touch him the first they had met. He didn't want to involve himself with a cursed being, he didn't want to shake his hand. And now this person was here, at his side on the bed, resting after being fucked by him again and again. Not only was the boy cursed, his personality was the kind that he hated the most: cheerful, compassionate and naïve. A fucking martyr. It made Kanda sick. It made him sick the way he so easily sacrificed himself for humanity and the akuma without caring about anything else but saving them. The way he was willing to die if only to save one more life. He had that. He hated him.
He hated having fallen in love with the damn bean sprout.
He let go of his hair, watching it cover his face almost immediately. Frowning, the boy snuggled against the pillow with an expression of discomfort on his face. He was probably beginning to wake up and, obviously, feeling the typical pain of their actions, the rabbit had said. The rabbit was right about something: the Moyashi did look better now that he was with child, his face had a special glow to it and his usually pale skin had a much more healthier color too. Or maybe he was just agreeing with that imbecile to justify the feeling of excitement he felt every time he looked at the young boy in that condition. That he had a sick fetish. Although there was more than that, more than his fixation and dirty perverted thoughts.
Taking advantage of the fact that the boy was sleeping, he placed one of his hands on that grown stomach. It had really given the Moyashi a lot of problems, Kanda knew how uncomfortable he felt, how sick he had been on his first trimester; how everyone had hassled him about it, had talked to him about the baby despite that Allen didn't like it but never voiced his protests out loud. Allen must have felt weighted down by that; because, after all, they were using him. He should have gotten used to that by now. That exorcists were nothing more than tools to the Vatican. But the Japanese was sure this had finally driven that fact straight home.
Gently, he caressed his stomach through the shirt. The Moyashi had been stubborn about wearing it, as if it would be of any use. Because Kanda wasn't going to give up, he would make the boy let himself touched by him, make the brat let himself be touched by him and no one else. His hand drifted lower, patting the other's lower stomach as gently as possible so as to not wake him up. The other moved a bit, though that didn't stop the samurai from touching him. Because he was determined to continue, to once again place himself between the younger boy's legs. To touch him until the kid woke up moaning, cheeks flushed, and murmuring his name.
But he couldn't, had to stop when he heard strange noises coming from the door. Pulling away from the Moyashi, messily covering the kid with the bed sheets before he quickly dressed and grabbed Mugen in his hand. It couldn't be that damn inspector; that guy always knocked, besides, it was too early for that. And those noises, they sounded more like something was trying to chew its way through the wood. It couldn't be.
However, when he opened the door with Mugen tightly gripped in his sword hand he saw a golden blur quickly fly past him in front of his eyes. Timcanpy could now be seen flying circles around Allen, as if analyzing the boy completely before he decided to perch himself on top of the still deeply asleep exorcist's head. Kanda clicked his tongue. It had seemed strange to him that the little sphere from hell hadn't been bothering him yesterday, but now he had a vague idea if nothing else.
His doubts were answered when he saw the red-headed rabbit running through the corridors, probably heading straight to his room. He was about to close the door on the damn bookman apprentice's face when a hammer shot out to stop him from doing just that.
"Ah! Yu-chan, you're awake," Lavi said, already in front of the door being forced open, his hammer decreasing in size.
Kanda frowned.
"Don't call me that, rabbit." In less than a second he was already threatening to cut his off with Mugen.
"Jo, you're mean. Even after I helped you out so much yesterday.
"Che." He only looked at him, though that didn't mean he pulled his katana away from the junior bookman's neck.
"Ah! I knew Timcanpy would come here," the eye-patch wearing teen said, flippantly entering the room, much to Kanda's anger. "This golem is so obsessed with the Moyashi-chan. He didn't even let me sleep with all that scandal he was making trying to find the kid."
Kanda observed the little golden sphere, seeing the way the thing snuggled against one of English's cheeks, as if trying to gently wake him up; either way, the Moyashi only let out a light sound of protest, refusing to fully open his eyes. It was then that Timcanpy seemed to look at the samurai with hatred, throwing himself at him, trying to bite him.
"O-oi! Stupid golem!"
"I think Timcanpy knows what you're doing to the Moyashi," Lavi said, laughing.
Of course the fucking golem knew. After all he has seen them like that various times. So it didn't matter much, though he was worried about the stupid thing suddenly showing someone any of the things he had recorded so far, to anyone.
"By the way, Yu."
That didn't sit well with him. At all. Nor that smile. Oh, damn it, don't tell him the golem had out of nowhere decided to show those things to rabbit of all people.
"Your moans are very erotic, did you know that?"
He was dead. The fucking rabbit was dead. And that fucking son of a bitch called a golem wouldn't be too far behind him either.
"Though it was sort of depressing that Timcanpy didn't show me anything with the Moyashi-chan. Just you jerking off in the showers."
"What the fuck-…?"
Timcanpy seemed to scoff at him, quickly rising up in the air to once again fly circles around the room. He squeezed Mugen's hilt with force. So it was true then, that damn thing had followed him to the bathrooms. How many times had that happened? He had spent most of his time there those two weeks he'd been avoiding Allen, trying to get rid of all that accumulated frustration, for not being able to concentrate properly thanks to the Moyashi. So his guard had been pretty low when he was in that state, something extremely annoying for someone like him.
But if there was something that pissed him off more than that it was that the golem was still laughing at him, showing his teeth every couple of seconds as he flew circles around the snow-haired exorcist. He was ready to cut that little shit into pieces when he heard something else.
"Aw, I would have liked to hear the Moyashi-chan," the bookman junior suddenly said, apparently fearing very little for his life.
And he would have died right there (actually, he had already cut a bit into his neck and the trickle of blood running down his neck was certainly scaring the red-head) if not because of the small sound of pain that was heard from the deepest part of room, on the bed.
"Ngh. It hurts."
The younger exorcist tried to sit up a couple of times, failing miserably, which was why he seemed to give on the idea entirely. He opened his silver-plated eyes tiredly, as if trying to figure out what was happening.
"Yu! I told you to be careful with the Moyashi-chan! Just look at him, you were too rough," Lavi scolded him, rushing to bed as quickly as possible.
He clicked his tongue, even more annoyed when he saw how the rabbit tried to hug Allen to supposedly comfort him, even when the boy tried to pull away as best as he could.
"Stop it, Lavi!"
Kanda hoped that feeling Mugen's sharpness on his neck would make the bookman apprentice stop and actually take his life into consideration, which seemed to work since the idiot had slowly let go of the smaller boy. Then he looked at Allen, saw how he tried to clumsily cover himself with the bed sheets despite the pain he was probably feeling. He heard him hiss various times, moving to try to find a more comfortable position.
"This is your fault, Bakanda," he heard him murmur, something which only drew a mean smile on his lips. "Hey, don't laugh at me!"
"Che. You're blowing things out of proportion." (1)
"Shut up, idiot!"
The Moyashi was a wearing a look of anger mixed with embarrassment, an expression only he was capable of showing. If the stupid red-head hadn't been here Kanda would have repeated the actions from the night before with renewed vigor.
"What hurts, Moyashi-chan?" Lavi asked, though he seemed more eager to annoy him instead of actually worried.
"I'm not planning on telling you that!" the English answered, blushing furiously. "And my name is Allen!"
"Aw, you look so cute all grumpy like that."
"Don't you fucking dare," Kanda murmured, knowing what kind of things the junior bookman wanted to do to the kid.
Lavi began to complain again, saying something about how he didn't want any blood-soaked clothes, not adding that he didn't want to die at the hands of an abusive and possessive man. But Kanda was looking at the younger of the three, how he was trying to get up only to fail and end up more frustrated than before. Allen ended up kneeling on the bed, gently rubbing his hips and waist without noticing how provocative his gestures were.
"Is it always going to hurt like this?" he heard him ask, shyly, avoiding the other two exorcists' eyes at all cost.
"Depends on what happens first: your body getting used to the rough treatment or Yu learning to be a bit more careful," Lavi informed him, smiling, though his expression soon shifted to one of seriousness as he turned to look at the dark-haired man. "Yu, remember that the Moyashi's pregnant, you shouldn't treat the mommy of your beautiful daughter like that!"
"I'm not a 'mommy'."
Kanda ignored him as he looked at the way the boy shifted uncomfortably again as he tried to reach the sweater at the foot of the bed by himself, though he wasn't sure if it was because he was cold or because they had just reminded him of his condition. Finally it was Kanda himself who reached for the cream-colored garment, throwing it at the boy's face much like the first time he had given it to him. Allen let out a sound of discomfort, but he didn't really complain. In fact, he remained silent while he wrapped himself in the sweater despite that Lavi was telling him about how he was going to be such a cute mommy thanks to the little girl he currently had inside his 'tummy'.
"That's why you should be careful, Yu," the red-head opened his mouth again. "That way nothing bad will happen to the baby."
"C-can it hurt him?"
Kanda knew that wasn't possible and he was almost sure that Lavi was aware of it too. What seemed strange to him was that worried expression the English was wearing. He knew full well that the Moyashi didn't really want that little girl he was carrying, he never fully knew what went through the kid's head when they talked to him about her. What the boy usually did when the topic was brought up was wear an expression very alike to one of guilt and remorse, draw a melancholic smile on his lips, try to feign everything was alright. But this time it was a bit different, his expression showed some genuine worry. He blinked, a bit surprised, regaining his composure seconds later.
"Nothings going to happen to the baby if we have sex, Moyashi." He placed one of his hands on the English's head, almost as if he were a little boy. "Don't fall for any of those idiot's stupidities."
"Maybe nothing will happen to my cute little nice. But something will to the Moyashi-chan if you keep treating him like that."
"Che. We didn't even finish the third round."
"I didn't need to know that, but thanks for the information. You must be a total savage if you left the kid that sore then."
He was surprised not to hear anything from Allen about mentioning those embarrassing things they had done last night. The boy did nothing, simply looking at the bed, Kanda's hands still on his snowy tresses. He had always thought of them as old men hair and he had teased the Moyashi about them various times, but they were actually pretty soft, like those of a small child. It didn't take long for him to realize he was playing with them, running his fingers through the white strands again and again.
"Yu, I think you're making him fall asleep," Lavi laughed, amused.
"Don't call me that, stupid rabbit," he murmured, letting go of Allen's hair not long after. After all, maybe he was falling asleep; because he wasn't doing anything else but breathing.
"Kanda."
He tilted his head, looking at him. The Moyashi was staring at him, that same expression he had worn the night before on his face. Allen had slightly parted his lips, as if wanting to say something. So he simply held his silver gaze for a little bit longer, almost as if asking him to spit it out already. Though the younger boy only blushed a bit and shook his head. Kanda let out a sigh; the Moyashi's mood swings continued to elude him. It wasn't anything the new, the idiot had gotten melancholic various times before the start of this mission.
"Timcanpy?"
Practically rubbing it in his face that this was his territory, the golden sphere perched itself on top of Allen's head after Kanda took his hand back. Fucking golem. He had followed him, had spied and recorded him. For what? He hadn't been with the Moyashi that time and that seemed like the only thing that interested the damn thing. Though he didn't really care that the little shit had seen him jerking off, but that he would show someone else a video of the Moyashi with him. Or alone. No one else was allowed to see the brat, cheeks flushed and damp with tears of pleasure as he softly moaned his name; no one, only Kanda had that privilege.
"Where are my pants?" the English asked, snapping him out of his thoughts, as he moved very carefully around the bed.
"Are you sure you can even walk, Moyashi-chan? That'd be fun to see."
Allen threw the bookman apprentice a look, trying to sit up again since he had already grabbed his black pants. The problem was that he couldn't even put them on without doubling over in pain, muttering a couple of curses against the dark-haired man for what he had done to him. Fuck, the idiot had enjoyed it. Kanda knew that, a couple of orgasms backed him up. But Allen didn't seem to care about that in the least if it mean he couldn't move without feeling pain the day after. He didn't recall hurting him that much; the Moyashi was exaggerating.
"Crybaby, you bitch too much."
"What?" Allen snapped, personality suddenly doing a one-eighty, like it tended to do around Kanda. "Next time I'll be the one to do it you!"
Kanda let out a mocking laugh, obviously enjoying the expression the other wore as he said that. With that tempting red color flushing his cheeks.
"That'll never happen, Moyashi," Kanda whispered, walking over to the younger boy, murmuring the words close to his ear just to see him go stiff. "You simply look to good when I fuck you and I don't plan on missing out on any opportunity to hear you begging me for more. So you might as well get used to the idea of waking up with your ass hurting every day."
Allen's eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he said nothing. The only sound that could be heard in the room was Lavi whining, wanting to know what the Japanese had said to make the small boy go all stiff like that.
"You…Bakanda!"
He had at least been able to get a reaction: the Moyashi was yanking on his hair with force, a dark scarlet blush on his cheeks. It was rare to see him like this and it would have been a really tempting sight if not for the pain he had practically asked for, wincing as the boy continued to pull at the black locks. But he wanted to make the kid understand that; since he had already let him fuck him once, he wasn't going to be able to stop him from here onwards. Gritting his teeth, he was getting ready to join in the childish bickering when Allen let him go. He was breathing with a bit of difficulty, with a blush on his cheeks he probably tried to convince himself was the cause of all the effort he had put into yanking on his hair.
But what really startled him was feeling the boy wrapping his arms around him. He didn't know where that sudden show of affection had come from; he didn't return the embrace, silent, feeling the small boy's heartbeat against his chest, just like that one time in that village almost four months ago. More mood swings? It was strange, Allen's behavior had gotten more difficult to guess as the moths went by, but he generally went from anger to being affectionate.
"Moyashi?"
The snow-haired boy pulled away from him, not fast enough for Kanda not to notice that the hug had been completely impulsive.
"Moyashi-chan, are you okay?" Lavi wanted to know, looking a bit worried, placing one hand on top of the child's head.
"I'm fine," Allen said, stepping away from the red-head. He began to walk, though he stopped and let out a loud sound of pain. "You're such a bastard, Bakanda!"
He smiled. The Moyashi had begun to behave like himself again. Although he was still a bit confused about what had happened a couple of seconds ago. Staring at him, he tried to figure out what was going through his mind as the boy tried to dress himself despite everything, wrapping that sweater around his body. He was able to stand up not long after, without daring to sit down again. Kanda drew another mean smile on his lips.
"You were definitely too rough on him, Yu. Though your tool is of a pretty good size, so maybe that's why you left him so sore," Lavi commented, chuckling in amusement.
That damn rabbit. He got ready to cut the idiot in two once and for all when he heard the Moyashi's voice:
"T-tool? You mean…"
No, Kanda had never seen the kid blush that much; though, to tell the truth, he hadn't even expected the brat to understand what the red-head had said. But having Lavi pointing at the exact part of Kanda's anatomy he had talked about might have been of some help. Of course the Japanese didn't find out about this until the Moyashi began to talk again.
"H-how do you know that, Lavi? Don't t-tell me you…"
Now he looked mad, fuck, but why did he look sad too? Kanda narrowed his eyes, trying to guess what was going on in that empty little head.
"It's not what you think, Moyashi-chan! I like girls, and even if I liked guys, trust me, I would never choose someone like Yu as my partner. Only you're masochistic enough to do that."
"Then, how do you know…that?" Allen asked again, without really paying much attention to what the bookman apprentice had said.
"He showed me," Lavi answered, pointing at the golem on top of the younger exorcist's head.
Allen blinked. Then he yelled.
"Timcanpy! You showed Lavi too? You're not allowed to do that!"
'Showed Lavi too'? He arched an eyebrow.
"Hey, Moyashi," he called him, barely noticing that Allen was shaking the golem around with force. "What do you mean 'that idiot too'?"
He left the boy speechless again. And that blush taking over his face wasn't helping him articulate any words together either. Then, the Moyashi had seen him too. Great, he had seen him jerking off in the bathroom, whispering his name while he imaged it was his small hand the one who was touching him. As strange as it seemed, it didn't bother him. It didn't bother him because he could just imagine the boy completely nervous, sputtering something incomprehensible while he saw him. Then he had liked it; Kanda was sure he had liked seeing him so much that he had probably gotten as excited as he did whenever he saw him. He didn't know if it had ended in the same circumstances; jerking off because he had seen Kanda doing it. Truth was he didn't know why, but the mental image of the boy touching himself while he softly murmured his name was really getting him hot. Some day he would make dream a reality for sure.
"I'm sorry, Kanda! I'm so-…!"
Allen was unable to continue apologizing like crazy due to someone knocking on the door. That had to be the damn inspector, Kanda had practically learned the difference between his knocks and the stupid Order's finders ones. Allen looked at him again, now obviously nervous and anxious. He was probably wondering how he was going to go to the infirmary when he could barely stand up. Kanda clicked his tongue again.
"It's Link-san. I'm supposed to be in the infirmary now," the younger boy said, stating the obvious.
"And can you walk?"
The snow-haired exorcist turned to look at Lavi with an expression of anger on his face, though he was walking very slowly towards the door with quite a bit of difficulty. Kanda was trying to come up with some sort of excuse he would tell the others when they asked about how tired and sore the Moyashi was when he was supposed to be under his care. But the brat seemed to have it under control, because, even though it was obvious to tell he was having difficulty walking it didn't look that out of place. He scoffed with force, walking to the boy to hit him on the back of the head.
"Idiot, if it hurts that much you can just ask that stupid sister-complex and the nurse to come here."
"But if I do that they're going to ask me even more questions. Besides, I can walk just fine, Bakanda."
The knocking was getting louder, though not desperate, as if the person on the other side of the door was used to being forced to wait. In the end it was Kanda who opened the door after pulling his hair up in its usual ponytail. And there was the man he hated more than he hated almost everything else, the one who was allowed to spend more time with the Moyashi than him. The German returned his look with disdain, almost as it making it known that he could destroy his relationship with Allen if he so wished to and send them to the gallows. Damn bastard.
"It's time for Walker's treatment."
"Che."
It was obvious, of course it was. He clicked his tongue again, allowing the Moyashi to be first one out of the room, still walking pretty slow. He was sure the inspector would notice that something had happened, though it was more likely that he already knew exactly what had occurred last night. After all, the bastard knew his relationship with Allen didn't consist of lovely little chats under the moonlight. He clicked his tongue once more after Lavi began to open his mouth again.
"Did you use the present I gave you, Yu?"
Of course he had used it. If he hadn't, he was sure the little idiot wouldn't even be able to get off the bed like that first time. He frowned; if with this he looked that tired and felt that sore, he didn't know how the hell a weakling like him had been able to bear the pain when he had taken him by force.
"Walker?"
He turned around, looking at the two in front of him. Allen had leaned against the wall while he tried to catch his breath. His legs were trembling, but he was stubbornly holding himself up.
"I'm fine, Link-san. Don't worr-…Eh?!"
Tired of this shit, he had finally pulled him up in his arms. That damn stubbornness and stupid behavior was pissing him off, that's why he had opted on carrying the kid himself before he had a chance to fall down and seriously hurt himself and the baby.
"Put me down! Damn it, Bakanda!" The idiot should be grateful he wasn't carrying him on his shoulder like that one time they had run away, that he was handling him as carefully as possible despite that the brat was shrieking in his ear.
"Che. Shut up, imbecile. All you're doing is making it easier for people to stare at you; if you don't want to be seen like this, being carried like a hysteric bride, you better shut your mouth and stay still."
He managed to make the Moyashi calm down in spite of everything else, though he could easily see the dark blush on his cheeks despite that a couple of his snowy tresses were hiding his face from view. The boy had crossed his arms, as if finally admitting defeat despite that the damn rabbit was chuckling behind them.
"You better put me down before we reach the infirmary, understand?"
Idiot, as if he were in any conditions to negotiate. Either way he nodded, he didn't want to have a Moyashi screaming at him again, specially because he didn't want a crowd of gossiping idiots around him. Though he was more surprised to feel the small kid lean against his chest while he breathed more calmly, as if he were feeling relaxed. Stupid Moyashi, he was nothing but a child.
He just hoped the imbecile wouldn't end up falling asleep, because if he did it was going to be a bitch having to wake him up.
"What I wouldn't give for a camera right now," he heard the apprentice of bookman say while he continued to laugh.
"Shut your fucking mouth, rabbit."
"What? Moyashi-chan looks so adorable like this."
Idiot was doing this to annoy him. He was sure of it. Of course he was, damn it. But even so he couldn't help but feel his blood boil every time someone talked about Allen like that, treating the kid like a little puppy. They weren't supposed to look at him, they weren't supposed to treat him like that. He was Kanda's, his only. Even and when the Moyashi wasn't aware of it, the Japanese knew he wasn't the only one who looked at the little dumbass with desire. It could be a fucking sin and forbidden by the Catholic church as much as they wanted, but not looking at the kid was impossible what with that little face full of innocence and stupidity he had along with that very appetizing body of his. Kanda frowned. He would get rid of all those idiots without caring about the consequences.
A kick on his side make him realize that they were getting closer to the infirmary, the boy snapping at him to let him down. He let out a grunt before putting him down, irritated. The Moyashi was still pretty light despite those extra pounds he was now carrying. He wondered how the brat would be when he would be in his eight or ninth month. A mean smile was drawn on his lips.
"Kanda."
Allen was still blushing. Little idiot. The nurse was going to think he really was sick if he kept at it like that. He rubbed his cheeks, obviously trying to get rid of that red color dyeing his face crimson. Sighing, the older exorcist hit him on the head again, making the boy let out loud sound of complain.
"You're an ass!"
"Hurry up, stupid Moyashi."
He opened the door for him and the kid simply looked up at him with narrowed eyes, though he scoffed angrily seconds after as he was followed in by Link.
"You're not planning on coming in, Yu?" Lavi asked him, examining him with his one green eye.
The Japanese rolled his eyes, hearing the stupid supervisor cry from the inside of the room, probably hugging the Moyashi. And maybe even touching him. That filled him with rage, he hated it when they touched the little idiot, specially when they placed their damn hands on the boy's stomach. But what annoyed him more was that the Moyashi didn't complain about it, he only drew an expression of annoyance or discomfort, but he never said anything. Only when Kanda tried to touch him did he get annoyed, pushing him away so he wouldn't do it. He was definitely going to make the boy let himself be touched by him and no one else one day.
He decided to go inside the room either way. He already knew they would ask him to leave as soon he stepped in there, but he would at least see the Moyashi one more time before he went to train. And maybe, if only for a little bit, he would make Komui understand that he shouldn't touch what didn't belong to him.
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It couldn't be.
It had to be a fucking joke.
But it was the truth. It was still midday, he had just gotten back from the showers and was on his way to the cafeteria when he saw his damn teacher, right there, right next to Marie and that rookie exorcist. They were chatting happily amongst themselves or at least that's how it looked to him. But what was really making Kanda feel an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach was the huge bouquet of flowers the old man was carrying. He clicked his tongue, ready to turn around and forget he had seen anything when he heard the voice of his supposed teacher saying his name.
"Yu-kun!"
Fuck. How he hated it when he called him that.
"Running away is useless, Kanda. Teacher has already seen you," he heard Marie said, making him understand that the old man wouldn't give up until he caught him. He scoffed, furious. Weren't the generals supposed to be out there doing their jobs? That old coot shouldn't be in the tower.
"Ah, Kanda-senpai!"
That stupid rookie was there too. Another person he hated for looking at the Moyashi. Next time he caught him doing it, he would make him regret he ever lived.
It was Chaozii and general Tiedoll the ones who made the first move while Marie simply shook his head, apparently enjoying Kanda's suffering the tiniest bit.
"What the hell do you want, old man?" he finally asked him, making sure to keep his distance so the other wouldn't think about hugging him.
"I only came to see my little children, is that so wrong?"
"I'm not a fucking child, idiot. And much less yours," he said through gritted teeth, annoyed, waiting for his chance to escape and forget this had ever happened as soon as possible.
"Yu-kun, you're always so shy," the old man smiled kindly, the kind of smile that made him feel sick.
"Oi, whose fucking flowers are those?" He didn't want to hear they were for him, fuck. Stupid old man had brought him flowers various times in the past when he had been in the infirmary as a young boy. He hated that, he hated those fucking flowers and everything that had to do with them.
"Oh! These flowers are for Allen-kun. They're beautiful, aren't they? I hope he likes them."
His eye was twitching.
"For the Moyashi?"
"You shouldn't call Allen-kun that way, Yu-kun."
"Why the fuck are you bringing the Moyashi flowers?" he asked again, ignoring what he had said.
"Because he's going to give me a pretty little granddaughter, Yu-kun's little girl."
He gritted his teeth. That tic in his eye was getting worse.
"What makes you think she'll be your granddaughter, you stupid old man?"
But Tiedoll couldn't answer since right at that very second Allen entered the cafeteria, followed by Johnny and Tup (and that fucking inspector, of course), the first one asking the exorcist again and again that he should let him take his measurements. Komui had probably told them about how the little idiot needed new clothes. Kanda knew that bothered the Moyashi a lot, that's why he forgot about his stupid teacher and looked at the blushing boy as he shook his head again and again, stubbornly wrapping himself with the sweater he had lent him.
"Allen-san looks more…eh…"
He better not fucking dare. He better not because he would kill him right here, right now if he opened his mouth again.
"Allen-kun!"
Now it was his teacher the one calling the Moyashi, who raised his head when he heard an unfamiliar voice. The boy blinked innocently, without letting go off the garment he was wearing.
"General Tiedoll?"
Before Kanda could say something, the general was already walking over to the English, cheerily offering him the flowers at the same time the Moyashi accepted them with a look of confusion on his face.
"They're for you, Allen-kun. For the beautiful granddaughter you'll be blessing me with very soon."
"G-granddaughter?"
A dark blush had bloomed on the Moyashi's cheeks; either from the flowers, or the attention the cafeteria was giving him, or perhaps because they'd reminded him of the baby. Damn it, stupid Moyashi and his inability to mask his emotions. Then, Suddenly Chaozii was also close to Allen, who was looking at him over the bouquet of flowers covering his face. Once again, the Moyashi was being surrounded by people without being able to escape. Kanda clicked his tongue. He hated it when they crowded around him, he hated it when they tried to touch him.
"Che."
"Is something wrong, Kanda?"
He saw Marie from the corner of his eye, looking at him intently, analyzing him. He clicked his tongue again.
"Nothing. That fucking old man is just pissing me off."
"You know our teacher. He's just happy for Allen, even when he was rather worried at the beginning."
"Worried?"
Why would that pathetic excuse for a general be worried? He looked disgustingly happy about the whole thing. Kanda frowned as the old man ruffled Allen's hair with one of his hands, telling him how proud he was of him for giving his dear 'Yu-kun' a little daughter. Damn old man.
"Yes, although I don't know why. Now he seems much more relaxed."
Kanda vaguely remembered something now; the generals had seemed quite disturbed when they had been told about what would happen to the Moyashi, almost as if they had gone through the same thing before. He knew about the Order's experiments, he had it experienced it first hand with Lenalee, having to teach her how to meditate and relax so she would be able to bear the gruesome demands of the program she was tied down to for being compatible with the Innocence. She had suffered quite a bit, though she had gotten a lot better once Komui joined the Order. But that stupid Moyashi didn't have anyone. No one but him.
"Yu-kun."
He turned around, looking at the front. At his stupid teacher, once again smiling that disgustingly sweet smile he hated so much. Then he looked at the Moyashi; the inspector had taken the bouquet of flowers, probably pushed into it by one of the scientists surrounding Allen. The small boy was still gripping that sweater, his arms crossed, practically protecting himself from all the looks being directed at him. He returned his attention back to the old man, who was still looking at him. He clicked his tongue.
"What do you want?"
Again with that stupid smile, the other's warm eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
"It was difficult to find one. But during my stay in China I managed to find it, the vendor assured me that it was one of the very few remaining ones after the destruction of Japan."
Kanda recognized it immediately. It was a little bag, the cloth a soft pink color, with a white ribbon carefully sealing it shut. It had a couple of red flowers embroidered into it with white leaves, but the gold embroiderings were the most important ones, it was what made him recognize it so quickly.
"Omamori (2)."
"Yes, but this one is special. You know that, don't you, Yu-kun?"
He nodded. An anzan Omamori (3). It just had to be that, of all things.
"What's it for?" he asked, although it was obvious. Stupidly obvious.
"For Allen-kun."
Of course.
"So why haven't you given it to him already, old man?"
His teacher smiled at him again.
"Because this is something you have to give him."
He arched an eyebrow. This old fart. Talking about the Moyashi and him like they were sweethearts. As if they were married. As if that dumb bean sprout were his beloved, pregnant daughter-in-law. He hated that attitude of his, acting as if everything was just so damn simple.
He ended up taking the amulet either way, roughly, practically caring nothing for it. He gripped it with force. Yet another stupidity.
"Allen, are you feeling alright?"
He forgot about everything else when he heard that name, that question. The Moyashi was trembling, barely but he was, and Johnny and Tup had probably noticed the tears filling the boy's silver eyes. Dread took over him almost unconsciously. Why the fuck was he crying? Then he saw it, the scientist slowly pulling his hand away from the Moyashi's stomach, very slowly, almost as if he didn't want to.
He frowned at the same time he clenched his hands into tight fists.
Allen was scrubbing his cheeks, shaking his head as he said that everything was perfectly okay when Kanda grabbed him by one of his wrists, probably the left one if the callousness of it was anything to go by. But that didn't matter to him in the least. He didn't even care that Link was following them, even when he looked so pathetic carrying those ridiculous flowers around. He didn't even care that everyone in the cafeteria had seen what he'd just done, although he was sure that whatever was going through their minds was everything but the real reason as to why the samurai was doing this.
"Kan-da? What are you doing? I was just getting ready to eat!"
He ignored him. What he didn't ignore though were the sobs the younger boy was trying his best to hide as they walked further away from the cafeteria. It was when they finally reached his room that he left the inspector standing outside, telling him this was his daily alone time with Allen. Slamming the shut door, he barely noticed that the amulet the general had given him was still in his left hand. He clicked his tongue at the same time he hid it in one of his pants' pockets.
"What's wrong?"
Fuck. He was supposed to be the one asking that and not that stupid Moyashi.
"That's exactly what I want to know. Why the hell are you crying? Are you still sore from yesterday?"
Cheeks burning up, Allen's silver eyes widened.
"Of course I'm still sore, Bakanda! But I'm not crying."
Apparently, saying he wasn't crying only made his tears fall down faster. Again, the boy scrubbed his face with force, embarrassed about being seen like this.
"If you keep doing that you're going to hurt yourself, Moyashi."
And so, the boy stopped doing it, although he still refused to fully look Kanda in the eye. The older of two sighed tiredly. It was incredible how the other was able to behave so childishly in a situation like this. He knew it came with the pregnancy affair and his mood swings, but this was unusual. Allen didn't tend to act like this out of nowhere, even if his hormones were out of whack.
"In the morning you hugged me as if your life depended on it and now you're crying in front of everybody. I'll ask again: what the fuck is wrong with you?"
He heard him sob again, probably biting his lower lip to hide them as best as he could.
"He's moving."
Kanda raised an eyebrow, a bit confused with that answer.
"What is that supposed to mean, idiot?"
"He's moving! The baby's moving, imbecile!"
He tilted his head to the side, not understanding the other's attitude one bit. And much less why he had begun to cry again. If there was one sound in the world that pissed him off more than anything else it was the sound of someone sobbing, specially if it was the damn Moyashi doing the sobbing, it specially pissed him off for some reason he couldn't understand.
"So!? She's supposed to move, dumbass!" he snapped back, his voice loud enough to be heard above those desperate sobs slipping past the younger boy's lips. Maybe it was a bit too soon, yes, but the idiot was probably wrong. "How are you even sure it's her?"
Allen blinked as he raised his head, though he looked down again to escape from Kanda's eyes.
"I'm not sure."
"Che. Then what's with all the bitching? You can't even tell if it's her."
"Well excuse me for not being able to tell you what's exactly happening with my body, Bakanda. It's not as if this is my third or fourth pregnancy," the small boy muttered, looking more calm now that Kanda had snapped at him.
He scoffed. This brat was always making problems for him and they had only increased after this 'mission' had started.
"Alright, supposing this is the girl moving, that's the reason why you're crying? I didn't know you would get emotional enough to cry about it, Moyashi. Although it fits your feminine profile quite well, don't you think so?"
"You're the one who looks like a woman, damn bastard!" Allen snapped again, using those words that he hadn't heard in quite a long time now.
"Ha. Then you must be so proud to be fucked by someone who looks like a woman, Moyashi."
The other exorcist had blushed furiously while he glared at him with real anger. Good, it seemed he had hit the nail on the head and the stupid idiot had gone quiet; he couldn't even hear those pathetic sobs anymore, which was more than perfect for him. But he was waiting for the other to say something, because he wanted to put an end to this matter as soon as possible. He had already asked for his time alone with the Moyashi today and he wanted to spent it doing something much more profitable than this.
"I didn't mean to cry," he heard the boy whisper, the tone of his voice telling him that this embarrassed him greatly. "It's just that I can't stand it anymore."
"What?"
"I can't stand it when they touch me."
And that was news how? Kanda knew that, he knew about that since a long time ago. Allen himself had told him, although he had noticed it from before that too; after all, it was one of the first things he noticed about the Moyashi when all of this began.
"I've already told you to tell them to stop doing it, it's as simple as that." He rolled his eyes, somewhat annoyed that they were having this conversation when they should have been doing something much more important. Like fucking, for example.
Allen shook his head.
"I can't do that. He's moving."
"Fuck, Moyashi. And what the hell does that have to do with people touching you?"
It wasn't as if it was that obvious, he probably would have never found about if the brat hadn't just mentioned it now.
"They'll notice that I don't want him. That he moves like that because he knows, he knows that I don't want him, and that's why he doesn't want to be inside of me anymore."
Kanda opened his mouth the tiniest bit. He didn't know what to say to that: it had been so stupid and dumb; but at the same he couldn't look away from that little childish face full of anguish, as if the boy had just confessed to be the doer of the most horrible of crimes. The samurai wasn't very smart, he himself was aware of it; his strength wasn't his damn smarts. But it was precisely because of that that he had wanted to know as much as possible about what he would be going through with this boy, what to expect from this process despite that the Order didn't have that much information about it. And this kid. This naïve kid. Fuck.
He ran a hand in his hair, leaning against the closest wall. He felt like he was explaining things to three-year-old child what with that tormented expression the boy was wearing, his question having bothered him that much.
"I'm only going to say this once. So put all your fucking attention and listen, because I'm not going to repeat myself twice: what's happening to you is normal. It's normal for her to move, she's developing and she just found out that she can do it, okay? All she worries about is growing and feeding herself, something she can do thanks to you, imbecile. I thought I told you this already, Moyashi."
"But…"
"Shut up," he muttered, furious, the tone of his voice making Allen shrink back. "And don't start crying, it's irritating. You're not like this, damn it, you're supposed to be a damn stubborn brat that doesn't bend backwards for anything."
Kanda knew the stupid Moyashi tended to cry over little things even before this mission had started, of course he knew that. But the idiot should be capable of asking and telling them that he didn't like being touched or else everyone would take advantage of him. More than they already were. He scoffed, calming himself down so he could look at the brat again when he still continued to say nothing.
"And she doesn't know that you don't want her. You're the one who still doesn't know what you really feel for her."
He was done talking and was breathing a bit harshly, trying to fight down the urge to slap this imbecile in front of him to make him get rid of that sad, lost little look he had going on. Although he wasn't expecting the boy to throw himself at him, wrapping his arms around him the same way he had done this morning. For some stupid reason, he felt himself blushing slightly and he didn't like that all. Placing one hand on the Moyashi's face, he gritted his teeth and roughly tried to push him off.
"Don't be so damn touchy-feely, Moyashi! It makes me want to puke."
"I'm sorry," he heard him say, his hand still on the other's face. "Thanks so much, Kanda."
That damn innocent smile, so full of life, so childish. He clenched his teeth.
"Don't smile like that, idiot!" He pushed at him harder, trying to hide how much he had liked that.
Besides, the young boy had begun to laugh in between the sounds of pain he was making as Kanda continued to roughly shove at him to move. He finally let him go, noticing the red marks he had left on his face. Damn it.
"Stupid Moyashi."
"Don't worry. Lenalee and the others known you still abuse me every once in a while, I don't think they'll get more angry than usual," Allen smiled again, fixing his hair with his hands.
The other exorcist looked calmer now, as if those simple words he had said had done some wonders to the Moyashi's spirits. It had been nothing, but the brat better not hope it would happen again. That wasn't exactly his style and the little idiot should known that by now.
He turned around to look at the Moyashi, saw the way he carelessly combed his hair, that blush still making his cheeks glow a healthy pink. He seemed to be in deep thought, although his stupid smile meant it was something that was most than likely making him feel happy. He smiled mischievously.
"Kanda? What…?"
He didn't let him finish. Grabbing him by his chin he pressed their mouths together, biting his lower lip so he would give him immediate access. He heard him let out a small sound of discomfort, however, he separated their mouths to let him breathe. Almost immediately though, he kissed him even deeper, taking his breath away every time the boy tried to pull away. His right hand drifted south, caressing his waist, going lower and lower.
Suddenly, the Moyashi placed his hands on Kanda's chest, finally managing to pull away after letting out a sound of pain. Oh, right. The younger boy was still sore from last night, he had forgotten about that little detail.
"Don't even think about it, Bakanda," Allen said, biting his lower lip with an expression of discomfort, trying to make the other know that his body still hurt terribly.
Kanda clicked his tongue, annoyed. It wasn't his fault this kid couldn't handle even one night of sex. He was supposed to respect his decisions according to what the rabbit had said, but he was already hard and his pants were beginning to become increasingly tight.
But seeing that little sulky face made him have another idea. He licked his lips.
"Kanda?"
The Moyashi called his name again, but he was only concerned with looking at his face at the same time he ran his thumbs across the boy's lips while he held his face in his hands. The other seemed to grow nervous, but he didn't do anything else but repeat his name one more time before the Japanese kissed him again.
Then he snatched the Moyashi's right hand, bringing it down to his crotch so he could see how hard he was for him. The younger boy let out a soft gasp before blushing furiously. He looked so nervous, just like he had various times before. As if Kanda had never once asked him to touch him before to get rid of his excitement.
Although this was going to be a bit different, of course.
"How can you be this hard already?" Allen asked, very softly, trying hard not to believe the older exorcist was using his hand to touch himself through his pants.
"It's your fault, Moyashi," was the only he said, gently biting the lobe of the boy's left ear, making him let out a soft groan.
"You really are a pervert."
Of course he was. It was a side of him not many knew and one only the Moyashi would experience.
He used his free hand to unbutton the sweater the English was still stubbornly wearing despite that many had tried to get him to wear something else. He licked the boy's throat, feeling the kid shiver every time he did so.
"Bakanda…don't even think this is going to convince me…just for this…" Allen whispered, very slowly, leaning against the dark-haired man with his left hand since Kanda wasn't planning on letting go of his other hand anytime soon.
He felt the Moyashi hide his face in tone of his shoulders after he was done with his neck. The boy was breathing with a bit of difficulty, wrapping his free arm around his neck. Though Allen's peace was cut short when Kanda slipped his free hand between his legs. Despite that he tried his best to hide it, Kanda was able to hear the soft moan the Moyashi had let out at the action. But to the samurai's disappointment, the other wasn't as excited as he had thought he would be, though he was sure the pain had something to do with that.
"T-then you'll be okay with just this?" he heard him say softly, his voice muffled since he was still leaning against one of his shoulders. "Will you be okay if I just touch like this?"
He smiled crookedly. Poor and stupid Moyashi. The boy looked at him with confusion when he decided to pull away from his body, stepping backwards the sufficient amount to be able took at him properly. Allen looked even more nervous under his scrutinizing gaze, now only being able to avoid looking at Kanda's eyes at all cost. But the Japanese wasn't worried about that, at least not now.
He sat down on the bed, catching the English's attention again.
"Come here."
"But… I don't want to sit down."
He drew a mean smile on his lips, sure that it would make the other even more nervous.
"You won't have to."
Slowly but surely, the boy began to walk over to him, seeming insecure at what was going on. Kanda stood up again, making the other step back at the sudden action. But the older exorcist simply placed one of his hands on the snow-haired boy's head, gently pushing him down.
"What…?"
"Get on your knees, Moyashi."
"Eh? Why?"
"Che. Just do it."
Allen looked at him, still confused, but kneeled down anyway. The Japanese felt satisfied, seeing the boy in that position on his floor, wearing that naïve and enticing look. He sat down again, ending right in front of the Moyashi, who blinked a couple of times, as if trying to figure out what was happening.
"It still hurts, Bakanda," he finally said, frowning, perhaps intimidated by the silence.
"I'm sure you'll be able to bear it, idiot."
The expression of anger the English was wearing turned to one of surprise when Kanda undid the zipper of his pants, freeing his erect member before the boy's wide silver eyes. He couldn't do anything but smile when the Moyashi blushed furiously before looking away from the throbbing erection in front of him.
"You're still acting like this is your first time, Moyashi. It's not as if you've never seen it before."
"Shut up."
Allen bit his lower lip, that beautiful red color flushing his face pink. He placed his right hand on the younger boy's head, voice soft as he murmured:
"You know what to do, don't you? I've done it to you various times before, so I think it's about time you returned the favor."
"Pervert. You're a damn pervert."
Kanda laughed, amused, enjoying the embarrassment the other was showing. He knew Allen never looked at him when he touched him, at least not that specific part. The boy was so easily embarrassed, though that wasn't really anything new. He stroked his hair, almost trying to be kind with the Moyashi so he would start already.
"Come on, Moyashi. You'll end up liking it."
"I'll do it if you never say something like that again," the young boy murmured, obviously embarrassed despite that he wasn't looking at him.
Kanda smiled meanly again, still stroking the other's hair until the boy decided to finally look at him. He heard him swallow thickly. He liked that, seeing the kid so nervous; it excited him for some reason he couldn't explain.
He drowned out a light moan when he felt the younger exorcist timidly brush his tongue against the head of his member. Allen pulled away immediately, not being able to do believe what he had just done, how Kanda's cock visibly reacted to his attention.
"Keep going, Moyashi."
Allen closed his eyes before licking the tip again, still unsure. But it was when Kanda felt that delightful wetness on the head of his member again that he was unable to stop the slight groan that slipped past his lips, a couple of dark locks falling over his eyes. He never thought he'd be able to make the Moyashi do this to him, after all, the brat had always seemed so reluctant to do such a thing. But it was so morbid, so delicious, feeling those small and clumsy licks on his male. Using the fingers of his left hand to brush away a couple of white locks from the Moyashi's face, he smiled when the boy raised his gaze up to look at him.
"Put it in your mouth."
The younger boy blushed again, making Kanda draw another smile on his lips. He closed his eyes in ecstasy when that warm breath washed over his saliva-slicked cock, letting out a soft grunt when the English carefully wrapped his mouth around the head of his erection. He gripped a couple of those snowy tresses before slowly pushing the Moyashi down, trying to encourage the boy to take more of his member in his mouth.
"Use your tongue more, Moyashi. A bit more. Like that.'
He didn't try to drown out his moans. He wanted the Moyashi to hear them, to know that he was enjoying it; that way he could ask him for more and the other wouldn't be able to refuse him. He was still stroking the younger exorcist's hair when the boy began to move his head, probably imitating Kanda himself when he gave him oral. He could feel the kid's warm saliva dripping down his member, could hear the slurping, messy sounds slipping past the boy's lips every time he swallowed his cock again and again. He was enjoying it, the little pervert was enjoying sucking him off.
Swallowing thickly, Kanda pushed him down again, except that this time the Moyashi immediately pulled the Japanese's member out his mouth at the same time he looked up at him with anger. He began to cough, avoiding the older exorcist's eyes at all cost.
"Shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Idiot, you almost choked me with that."
"Che. How the hell can you swallow practically everything when you eat but you can't do the same thing with my dick?"
Allen frowned, apparently embarrassed by the vulgarity of Kanda's words.
"You shouldn't talk to me like that. Specially not when my teeth are so close to this." The samurai let out a grunt when the small boy gripped his member in one of his hands.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Don't test me, Bakanda."
"Che."
He cupped the other's face in his hands so he could lean down and gently bring their lips together. Fuck, he didn't want to fight, not right now; not when his member was still so painfully erect and slick with the brat's warm saliva. He wanted to feel that little mouth around his erection, now, because having the English's right hand stroking him while he responded to the kiss wasn't enough. He brushed one of his thumbs against the kid's lips again when they pulled apart, tracing them with care.
"Please."
He had said please. Please. Damn Moyashi, making him have this need he wasn't suppose to have. One day he would make him pay for it.
To his luck the other exorcist let himself be convinced, blush still on his cheeks as he leaned down again to once again wrap his lips around his dick, using that inexperienced tongue to lick and trace the shape of the head of his erection. He was doing it very slowly at the same time he closed his eyes, as if doing this demanded a lot of concentration. Kanda groaned softly when the Moyashi took as much of his member as he could, barely half of it, though he tried to compensate for that by stroking what he couldn't fit inside his mouth.
He would have to teach him, show him how to do a good fellatio and be able to satisfy him. This time he had to bite the inside of his cheek to drown out his moans, his fingers burying themselves in the Moyashi's white hair to make him go faster. The boy's left hand was firmly gripping his pants, the English needing something to hold onto while he gave him oral.
"Ngh. Fuck, Moyashi. Faster."
And Allen tried to please him, moving his head according to the pressure Kanda's hand was enforcing on him. He licked his lips when he looked down at the brat, the sight of the boy between his legs with his mouth busy with his dripping dick as filthy as it was beautiful, simply tempting.
It didn't take long for his breathing to be come a bit labored, knowing he was close to finishing. That's why he pushed the boy's head down lower while he lightly moved his hips, introducing a bit more of himself inside Allen's mouth as the boy tried not to choke again
Then he finally came, just barely pulling out of the other exorcist's mouth, spurting the boy's face with his seed. He fought to catch his breath for a couple of seconds, trying to recover from that exhausting climax, definitely one of the best ones he had ever had in his whole life. Chest still heaving a bit, he turned to look at the boy kneeling in front of him: Allen's cheeks were blood red, his silver eyes full of tears as a couple of droplets of thick semen slid down his face, his half-opened mouth letting him see the rest of his finish. Kanda was surprised he hadn't spit it out by now, that he hadn't choked with it yet. He smiled darkly, looking at the softly panting boy through a couple of the black tresses covering his dark eyes.
"Swallow it, Moyashi. Drink all of it."
He wanted to see more of that. He wanted to see just how far he could go with this kid. And so he was immensely pleased when he heard Allen swallow thickly, once again complying with his wishes.
"And well?"
"Salty. A bit bitter, but mostly salty.'
"Che. Idiot."
He kissed him again, holding him by the back of his head so he could deepen the kiss even more. Smiling when he saw the other's furious red cheeks once they separated, he enjoyed the look of shame the boy was wearing, embarrassed about what he had just done. He stared at him as Allen shakily got to his feet, probably tired from being in that kneeling position for so long. Kanda used that moment of weakness to wrap his arms around him, bringing the Moyashi's body closer to his own. He leaned his head against the English still covered stomach as gently as possible; he couldn't see Allen's face, but he knew this was surely going to embarrass him even more. But he didn't care; because, for some reason, this felt pretty good to him. This part of the Moyashi's body was so warm, probably due to the presence of the little girl. What he didn't expect was to feel Allen gently stroking his hair, although soon enough he learned the reason for that gesture when the boy began to yank on the long black tresses.
"Don't do that, Bakanda. It's embarrassing."
Kanda let out a small ironic laugh.
"But that's why it's so fun, Moyashi." Obviously, there wasn't anything better then annoying him in spite that he was pulling on his hair more violently then ever before now. And, only because he knew it would make the boy's embarrassment even worse, he placed a soft kiss on the brat's bulky stomach.
"Ah! I told you not to do that."
But Kanda wasn't listening to him anymore. It was true that he had just finished not too long ago, however, having the Moyashi so close to was making him get hard all over again. That's how strong the damn bean sprout's effect on him was.
His hands had already forgotten the gentle caresses they had been giving the boy seconds ago and were taking a less than innocent approach despite that it was sure to get him punched in the face; but the sound of someone knocking on the door stopped him before he could go too far.
He cursed out loud.
"It's that fucking inspector."
To his surprise, Allen let out a gentle laugh.
"It looks like I'm saved then."
"Che. No for long, idiot."
He raised his gaze to see the small smile the other exorcist drew on his face. Another thing that surprised him was Allen gently bringing their lips together in a chaste kiss.
"Thanks, Bakanda."
"For what? You're the one who sucked me off. You have a really pretty little mouth, Moyashi."
"You really are the worst kind of pervert."
He clicked his tongue as the boy walked over to the door. Though he stopped with his hands on the doorknob, voice soft but audible.
"Maybe…maybe you're right. However, can you love him for me? Can you?"
Kanda blinked. He knew the kid was talking about the baby. He didn't even bother to remind him that it was a girl, because for some strange reason, the Moyashi always referred to her as a male. Sighing, he scoffed.
"If it means never having to hear you say something stupid and corny ever again."
The boy laughed again.
"I wasn't the only one acting a bit sentimental today."
He scoffed again at the same time he stood up. Taking out a hankerchief from a pocket of his shirt, he grabbed the boy's chin. Allen blinked a couple of times, though seconds later a dark red color bloomed on his cheeks. He cleaned the idiot's face, wiping off the semen the brat hadn't even noticed he still had sliding down his flushed cheeks and hair. Kanda wasn't obviously going to let anyone else who wasn't him look at the brat like this, specially not that damn inspector.
"You can get the hell out now."
The other simply smiled at him. One last kiss and a soft goodbye.
And a promise to continue where they had left off today despite the brat's expected refusal and protests.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
It was more than past midnigh when a man illuminated by the light of the silvery moon walked through the deserted streets of the town not too far from the Black Order. The finder clenched and unclenched his right hand, as if still trying to figure out what had really been in contact with her not too long ago. He stopped in front of an alley, looking at both sides before going in despite knowing full well there was no exist on the other side.
He came to a hault once more, stopping in front of a wall that could just barely be seen with the silver moonlight.
Suddenly, a butterly sprung behind his back, fluttering joyfully while it flew to the man's insect landed on the stranger's side, its wings still keeping it suspended in the air despite that it looked ready to fall over any second.
A deep, masculine voice was heard loud and clear thanks to the silence reigning the dark alleway.
"The egg has appeared again, master, just as you said it would."
Laughter was heard, cheerily and amused as someone answered through the little fluttering butterfly.
"And Allen Walker? What were you able to find out about him?"
The man barely smiled under the hood of his finder uniform, though this time it was a feminine voice who answered at the same time the man's skin began to darken and a pair of amber colored eyes flashed a molten gold under the moonlight.
"It is definitely true. I felt it, that warmth, that glow in his eyes and skin. It is not normal. It's been roughly almost four months."
A small silence took place, the flapping of the butterfly's wings the only sound that was heard before words took reign once more.
"Good job, Lulu Bell."
She closed her eyes, expression one of happiness as she recovered the shape of the finder whose body had so easily disappeared a couple of months ago.
"Thank you, Count-sama."
+To be continued…+
End Notes:
(1) Eugh, I hate it when I can't find the right translation to the original words. This sentence, roughly translated would come up as 'it wasn't that much' or something along those lines. But this was the closest thing to 'No ha sido para tanto', so I had to settle for it. Sigh. Kanda's just basically saying that Allen's being a whinny little bitch that can't handle any pain because he's such a wimp like that…
(2) Omamori means 'protect' or 'shield'. It's an amulet that consists of a small piece of paper with the name of the god that goes according to the situation or reason why the Omamori was chosen. The piece of paper goes inside a small bag made of really nice cloth with these really cute embroidered edges. You should never, never open the little bag. If you do, the protective charm with break and you'll be left exposed to the bad things you wanted to protect yourself from.
(3) There are a lot of Omamori, but the anzan Omamori is, in fact, a protective charm for pregnant women *cackles*. Anzan means 'easy birth'. Pregnant women must carry them close to their stomach so that the amulet can be in contact with the baby and protect them too. Ah, Grandpapa Froi is such a dear, ain't he?
Well, now that school is officially done (lies! Must practice for track, gymnastics, and draw out schedules and summer reading to do, etc *sobs*) I hope I can update a lot faster than what I've been doing so far. Well, I promise to see you as soon as possible, my oh so lovable readers~