Saya's so sorry...with this one chapter Saya will completely ruin the story, she's sure of it! She' so sorry she knows she's horrible! Oh why did she post this in the first place? Why didn't she change it? She's completely ruined it! RUINED IT!

For those of you not keen on reading failporn, when you get to the line "then it started", just stop reading this chapter. The last few paragraphs are safe too but you won't miss anything important.

Disclaimer: Saya doesn't own the actors, just the script they're acting to.

Warnings: Rated M for sexual material en masse, and pedophilia, considering how both Cross and Tyki are much older than Allen. This chapter is most definitely M...Saya's sorry that her porn skills are lacking...

3. Amour et Jalousie

Allen walked away from Lavi's side and toward his master. As he did so he could feel anger radiating from Cross' being. The man had never bothered to hide his jealous ways from Allen, who had never minded them in the least. Actually, Allen liked the fact that he could inspire such emotions in a man who didn't usually care at all for his lovers. That didn't necessarily mean he liked pissing Cross off though, and he cringed at the thought, doing something to upset his master always made him feel so horrid, even when it wasn't his fault.

"You wanted me for something, Master?" Allen asked, as soon as he reached Cross. He was fairly certain about the reason he'd been called over.

"Why was the boy touching you?" Cross asked, using his "Hell will break loose if you don't have a good answer" tone. That tone made Allen fear for Lavi, Cross' wrath was nothing to make light of. Allen didn't know whether or not he should enjoy his master's possessiveness, but then again he was practically a possession anyway, so he supposed it didn't matter.

"I apologize. He's gotten a bit drunk, and a little bit out of hand. I quickly set him straight though, so please don't make too much of it." Allen decided to omit the part about Lavi's infatuation with him. Cross didn't need to know about it, and it was quite inconsequential anyway so he'd just be getting Cross hyped up over nothing.

Cross gave the situation a bit of thought, before deciding it was excusable. After all, he'd gotten drunk and made much bolder moves on plenty of women before, whether they were married, betrothed, or perfectly single. "All right, but make sure it doesn't happen again."

Allen nodded, and a wave of Cross' hand told him that he was dismissed. He wove his way through the crowd of dancing nobles and back to Lavi's side. As soon as he'd reached the wall, Lavi immediately apologized.

"Sorry Allen, it looks like I got you into trouble. But man, I don't see where Cross gets off being so possessive, I mean he's your employer, he doesn't own you mind, body, and soul!" Allen sighed at this, occasionally this topic would come up, and the conversation almost always ended in the same way. Lavi's feelings on the matter made sense, after all he had no idea about Allen's secret relationship with his master, he'd be surprised to hear that anyone knew about it; Who would've guessed that the infamous womanizer Cross' only steady lover was his assistant, who was a male and a minor?

"Yes, but he owns my home, he pays for the food I eat, buy pays for the clothes I wear (indirectly), he pays for the food I eat, he's my source of income, he pays for the food I-"

"I get it, I get it! He feeds you, sheesh! Glutton!" Allen blushed at the statement, but said nothing; he really was a glutton...

000

He hated it, how it was suddenly a conscious effort to keep his eyes on his master. Usually, Allen was blind to everyone else, they were all just undefined blurs of color that only served to make Cross seem better than he already did. He saw no one but Cross (though that had nothing to do with listening, for he always paid attention to Lavi's talking). But now, anytime that one person waltzed into his sights, he had to stop his eyes from trailing after him.

At this rate, I'm going to hell. Cross has done everything for me, he's my master and yet here I am looking at another man!

To Allen, looking at another was the worst sin he could commit, and there he was, struggling with himself not to indulge in it. Why? Why should anyone else matter? How could one chance meeting mess everything up like this? Was he losing control of himself? Sure he was at an age where it was only natural for his eyes to wander but they didn't need to when the one person who could always satisfy him was right before him! It was ridiculous, he had his master, he needed nothing else!

000

Cross couldn't help but notice it all night. Usually, Allen looked at him and only him. Cross was almost hyper-aware of Allen's stare, and it made him feel even more superior than he already did to know that he held the young beauty's undivided attention. But now he could feel it every time Allen's eyes strayed, and it troubled him with jealousy. Who else was Allen seeing? Why was he no longer the only one? He had expected Allen to fix the problem himself, which is why he hadn't said anything earlier, and he was hoping he wouldn't have to point it out but... It seemed that just wasn't the case.

Hm...perhaps it's my fault? No matter, I suppose tonight I won't be bringing anyone new home...

000

"Master why must you always get so drunk? It's bad for your liver, your drinking yourself into an early grave!" Allen chastised as they seated themselves in the carriage that would take them home. It started moving a moment after the door was shut. The ride was a bumpy one, and it wasn't helping Cross' drunkenness one bit. The master drank like a fish and always paid for it later. Of course, his hangovers were nothing compared to what a normal person would get if they drank that much, hell a normal person probably would've gotten alcohol poisoning, but he enjoyed making Allen fuss over him. Of course, Allen had no problem complaining to him about his problem before his hang over...

"Oh, hush up Allen, I'm in no mood to be scolded by you!" Oh yes, it was obvious to Allen that Cross was angry over something. Allen, of course, was the guilty one in this case, and he knew it. Still, the fact that he's slipped up and upset his master made him all the more determined to take better care of Cross. That meant scolding Cross, even when he didn't want to be. Besides, Allen didn't need to be annoying to do that.

He turned on the seat toward his master, pulling his legs up under him. Allen allowed his sincere worry to shine through his usual professional mask that was no longer needed now that they were alone together.

"But Master... I just want you to take better care of yourself, because I know that you won't listen if I tell you to stop drinking. But I feel like I'm failing you every time I let you continue. All your bad habits are shortening your life and I-" Allen was silenced when Cross' lips pressed against his own. The taste of assorted alcohols were present on Cross' lips, but Allen was used to that by now. Actually, even though he'd never had a drop of liquor in his life, he could tell what Cross had been drinking that night by taste alone, he could even tell you the date, especially if it was a good year.

Allen almost let out a whimper when he felt the loss of pressure as Cross pulled away.

"Don't worry so much, you know I'll live forever."

"You really are drunk..."

"Just keep taking care of me and I'll be here as long as you need me." A rosy blush blossomed on Allen's cheeks. One of the positive things about Cross when he was drunk was that he would sometimes say things like that. Things that were more than a little out of character, but sweet in a way that showed just how much Cross depended on him.

"Which reminds me...we have something to discuss once we get inside." One of the negative things about Cross when he was drunk was that he could go from affectionate to pissed in the drop of a hat.

000

Allen took his usual spot by the side of his master's bed, as Cross sat on the edge, facing him. It was a familiar scene, something that they went through every time Allen got in trouble, or whenever Cross damn well pleased. And when Cross wanted something, then Allen wanted the same thing, because he wanted anything that would make his master happy.

"So, who was it that was so interesting at that party that you couldn't even keep your eyes on me?" Cross asked, wanting nothing more than a name. Allen knew that giving Cross a name would be enough to get someone into serious trouble though, Cross had a tendency to go overboard with his "just punishments".

"I'm sorry Master...My mind was simply elsewhere tonight."

"I know that, I'm asking where it was."

"N-nowhere in particular..."

"So you were looking all around tonight?" Cross asked, with a hint of teasing. He knew that was simply too ridiculous to believe, he was the one who was always looking at different women, Allen would probably stick to admiring one.

"No Master I didn't mean-"

"Perhaps...it's my fault? Have I been neglectful of you?"

"Never Master! It's my fault, I'm so sorry."

"Well, whoever's fault it was, you still committed the crime..." Cross said, and then it started. A hand that feathered over his face so gently in never ceased to amaze him, started at his cheek and trailed down to his jaw, pulling Allen closer. Two fingers slid down the column of his throat, before hooking under the red tie he always had around his neck and tugging the knot out of the fabric. Cross did the same to the first few buttons of Allen's shirt, savoring the sight of the pale moonlight that filtered through his window's open curtains as it bounced off the newly bared flesh of Allen's neck.

Lips met with an almost bruising force, and Allen immediately opened up for his master. A probing tongue slipped through his parted lips, and as the older man's ran over the inside of his mouth and caressed just the right places, Allen couldn't help but moan. Soon Allen could feel the familiar movement of Cross' fingers gliding down his front, undoing his vest's buttons as fast as if he were pulling down a zipper. Allen was starting to run low on breath, but he wouldn't pull away; Cross decided when things began and when they ended. Still, the difference in their lung capacity was always troublesome.

By the time Cross pulled away Allen was pleasantly dizzy. "Maybe I really have been...neglecting you..." he breathed out, his heated breath hitting Allen's throat, making him shudder. Cross' large hands slid up Allen's front and sides, and over his shoulders, pushing off the undone vest; It fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Cross attacked the bare skin of Allen's neck, sucking and biting and licking over angry red wounds. Allen whimpered when bitten and moaned whenever he felt that wet muscle slide over his already heated flesh. A small, needy sound left his throat when he felt the absence of those surprisingly soft lips, and the slightly scratchy feel of chin hairs on his neck. Cross was finally done with the button's of Allen's dress shirt; He'd taken his time opening the second shirt, reveling in the sounds Allen was making because of him.

Cross pulled back to admire Allen's appearance. His shirt was open and showing the young boy's toned chest and stomach, pale skin glowing in the moonlight, eyes half-mass with a mix of embarrassment and lust, and lips reddening from their kiss that were complemented by the brilliant blush that had settled on his cheeks. It was quite the arousing sight, Allen was like some sort of sex god, he was just naturally erotic. Cross could've happily stared at Allen for the rest of his life, and Allen wouldn't mind in the least if he did.

"You can be troublesome at times but... at least you make up for it." Allen seized up a little as Cross pushed his shirt down his shoulders, his hands running down Allen's arms as he pushed his sleeves off. This newly shown skin was not nearly as flawless as one would expect, but instead it was mutated. His left arm was red, strange in texture and unusual in color. It looked almost evil and was probably the reason he'd been thrown out at such a young age. Cross was the only person alive who'd ever seen it, for Allen was ashamed of his short-comings and always hid away his imperfection with long sleeves and gloves.

Gloves that Cross slowly pulled up and off, finger by finger. He loved that hand; That there was something so imperfect on an otherwise impeccable body, something about that was so alluring. Allen, impossibly perfect in all his ways had a flaw, one that he only ever showed to his master. It was Cross' privilege to see it, and he appreciated the fact that Allen would trust him enough to show him, for Cross had no intentions of actually forcing Allen to do anything. Allen knew he could hide his arm if he wanted to.

His imperfection made him perfect, And of course, there was another reason why that strange hand with its strange skin was so wonderful...

"I'm sorry..." Allen mumbled under his breath, he never did know when to stop apologizing. Cross took Allen's hand and brought it to his lips, as though he were greeting him. The reaction was almost immediate, Allen let out a gasp and his face burned crimson. His arm was...sensitive, so to say. Cross trailed kisses up the teen's arm, even the slightest brush of his lips again that reddened skin was enough to drive Allen wild. Anything he could do with his mouth he did, and Allen couldn't stop himself from shivering in a most pleasant manner. He put his fist to his mouth, trying his hardest to stop his moans from coming out, though it was a pointless gesture. Cross, not wanting those beautiful sounds to be obscured, took Allen's free hand and pinned it to his side.

"Ma...Master..." Allen panted out; That hand was really sensitive. Cross was done teasing Allen, he wanted to move on. His hands moved from Allen's arms to his hips, his index fingers sliding along the rim of the younger's pants until the met at the front, and Cross quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Allen's pants. He pulled everything that was left on Allen off in one quick motion. Allen made a noise close to a squeak when he felt the cool air of the room assault his heated body. Cross' arms slid around his lover's waist, and he pulled Allen forward onto his lap.

Allen, naked, hot, and embarrassingly erect, started fumbling away with the buttons of Cross' shirt. He was always the one getting teased first, and it was hard to think beyond his libido and focus on anything when Cross was sliding his hands up and down his sides and thighs. He should be used to this by now, he should be beyond this uncoordinated flustering, but as much as he'd said Cross wasn't neglecting him it had been a while.

Mismatched hands guided layer after layer of clothing off of Cross' shoulders. Allen, his need for some sort of release increasing, leaned forward to tempt his master toward his lips. Cross was never one to turn down an invitation and soon Allen was once again breathless and his lover's pants had somehow come undone. Cross leaned back a bit as Allen pulled the offending article of clothing down and off him, and when he was done Allen turned his back to his master. Cross moved behind Allen, his arms winding around the young one's frame. One hand took hold of Allen's cock, eliciting a pleasured gasp from the kid. The other hand moved over his lips, Allen quickly accepted them into his mouth.

Cross thrust his fingers in and out of Allen's mouth in time with his strokes, and Allen did his best to coat his lover's fingers, conveying his pleasure through the movements of his tongue. He could feel the man's strong chest against his back, his arousal pressed against his ass. Cross was so teasing, he didn't want teasing, he wanted Cross in him now. He pressed back against Cross' erection, telling him what he wanted. Cross gave a low chuckled at Allen's eagerness, and removed his fingers from Allen's mouth, replacing them with his lips and tongue, that slipped in almost immediately. His fingers trailed lightly down Allen's back and bottom, stopping at the tight ring of muscle, pushing a slick finger inside. The intrusion always felt a little strange, but there was nothing painful about it. Cross moved his finger over Allen's sensitive walls, touching as much as he could.

Allen mewled as Cross' fingers moved in and out of his entrance, his finger's thrusts timed perfectly with his other hand's strokes. A second finger was added, but the slight burn did nothing to distract Allen from the pleasure Cross was giving him. The third one inspired the feeling of being over-stretched, but Allen was quick to adjust. Soon after, Cross deemed Allen ready, and turned him around, pulling Allen down onto his lap.

"You'll prove it to me, won't you?" Cross asked, he continued when Allen gave him a curious look. "Prove that in the end, you see only me." Allen understood, and positioned himself over Cross' cock. He moved down slowly, but tried to go as fast as he could, lest he anger his master again. There wasn't exactly a happy medium. Cross let out a pleased groan as he felt himself being enveloped by Allen. Allen took a moment to adjust, then brought himself up and impaled himself on his master's erection again. He started moving faster, his pants and moans mixing with his master's in an erotic harmony. As fast as Allen was trying to move, to Cross it was still torturously slow, so he grabbed Allen's hips and helped him move while rolling his own hips to meet Allen's down thrusts.

The white-haired angled himself in a way that he knew would make him see stars. As he came down again, Cross hit the mark and a loud shout of pleasure was ripped from his throat. Allen was so tight around Cross that the heat and friction were nearly unbearable. Cross moved into the exquisite heat again and Allen let out a wet moan, his muscles rippling around Cross. He could hardly stand it anymore, he wanted-needed to ram into that tight ass and he needed to do it now. He lifted Allen off his lap, his servant whimpered at the empty feeling.

"On your knees." Cross commanded, and Allen quickly obliged. Cross drove into him with an intense force, making him cry out.

"Master..!" Allen could feel his master against his back, in him, his arm snaking around him to once again grab his member and pump. "Ah...fu...Master..." Cross rammed into him unmercifully, Allen could do nothing but rock back and yell in pleasure as Cross hit his sweet spot over and over with as much force as he could.

Then he hit his peak. His orgasm hit him out of nowhere, he saw explosions of white behind his tightly shut eyelids as a thick liquid of the same spilt into Cross' hand. Cross continued to move in him; God only knew how long he could continue. He was left reeling from his intense orgasm and was still unbelievably tight around Cross.

Cross brought his semen-covered hand to Allen's face, turning it toward him and running his thumb over Allen's lips. He could taste himself on his lips as Cross kissed him fiercely, pushing his tongue into the child's mouth. Allen was now aware enough to tighten his muscles around Cross, who moaned into his mouth as he came and filled Allen with liquid heat. Cross nearly trembled as wave after wave of ecstacy moved through him.

As soon as he was finished, he pulled out of Allen, who promptly fell to the bed, as boneless as a rag doll. Cross, in comparison to his young partner, was practically overflowing with energy, so he was the one to get up and retrieve some wet cloths to wash Allen off with. They may have been lovers, but Cross still had a life time's more experience than Allen, and he didn't take the child so often that he would build up all the stamina he had. While for anyone else, his having to get up would be annoying, he rather enjoyed cleaning Allen off. The boy was always so sensitive afterward that even the smallest touch would leave him red in the face and biting back moans. It was like dessert after the main course.

When Cross returned, Allen was starring at the bathroom door, waiting with droopy, adorably tired eyes for his master to return; He wouldn't sleep unless he was told he could. Cross sat beside his assistant, wiping the boy's body down. Allen, as predicted, blushed profusely and squirmed under his touch. He was so sensitive and he still felt so good that the warm, soft cloth going over him was over-stimulation.

When Cross finished he threw the cloth into the room's adjoining bathroom, before laying down next to his lover. With the last of the strength he had, Allen moved toward Cross and kissed his cheek lightly. It was one of those insanely innocent and sweet things that only Allen could pull off after sex. He went on to cuddle Cross; once again, something only Allen could do.

"I'm sorry Master...I really see...no one but you..." He mumbled, before Cross put one hand over his eyes, which was all he needed to know that he could sleep.

"I know..." Cross sighed contentedly as he removed his hand from Allen's eyes and placed it over his own. Even now he still had his mask on. Maybe it was unfair of him to have Allen show his arm, which he was so ashamed of, when he himself wouldn't show his entire face, but then their relationship had never been fair.

Saya is so sorry... she hopes that wasn't completely failporn... this is actually a lot better than what was written in her notebook...Saya's glad to see that all of her "research" has come in handy... this was so hard to write though...there were a lot of "I cant believe I'm writing this" moments in which Saya had to take a break... it took too long to write...