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Chapter 7- Confessions of an Exorcist

Allen shifted a little so he was sitting on the desk instead of having the hard edge pressed into his back, tilting his head as Kanda ran his mouth along his exposed neck. He bit back a moan as Kanda's exploring mouth reached his ear and sucked it lightly. His eyes were closed, so he felt rather than saw Kanda's hands move from his hair to his shirt. Inwardly he cursed whoever had dressed him in this fiddly garment- it was taking far too long to remove. With a noise of frustration he concentrated on the shirt, or more accurately the buttons holding it closed, and they fell away as the thread holding them in place vanished.

"That's a handy trick" Kanda muttered against his neck as he slid the now buttonless article of clothing off Allen's shoulders before continuing to explore his body with his hands and mouth, pushing Allen back until he was lying against the solid surface of the desk. Ignoring Allen's flinch of shock as his bare back hit the cold wood, Kanda began to lick a slow teasing trail down his torso, but was immediately stopped by Allen grabbing his collar and pulling him back up level with his face.

"Oh no you don't" Allen grinned at him. "As much as I love you teasing me with that deliciously wonderful tongue of yours, you're not getting away with leaving this on." He tugged at Kanda's uniform none too gently to emphasise his point. "Off, now."

Kanda smirked as he was ordered to strip. "Are you asking for a striptease you little pervert?"

Allen flushed with embarrassment and looked away, almost pouting childishly. "I'm not a pervert!"

"Of course not" replied Kanda agreeably, divesting himself of his coat and working on the buttons of the shirt underneath. He noticed that Allen had abandoned his sulk and had sat up again, watching him hungrily. "Enjoying yourself Moyashi?"

"Shut up!" Allen snapped, even as he reached his arms out to run his hands over Kanda's now bare chest. Kanda came forward, catching him on a crushing kiss as though he was trying to push himself through Allen's mouth. All previous antagonism forgotten, Allen responded immediately by wrapping his arms around Kanda's neck. Eventually they parted for air, panting slightly. Kanda took one look at the flushed, lust-filled face of the younger man and knew that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself much longer. He pushed Allen back onto the desk, covering his body with his own and resuming his teasing exploration of the familiar torso below him.

Allen made an unintelligible noise of pleasure as the older man ran his tongue over his nipple, biting and sucking at it while his fingers played with its counterpart.

Desperate for more contact, more pleasure, just more- Allen wrapped his legs around Kanda's waist and pulled him even closer, thrusting his aching groin against Kanda's, feeling the growing arousal react violently to the friction the movement created.

"Seems like you've missed me" Allen commented with a lecherous smirk, rubbing up against Kanda's crotch with a little more force, enticing a drawn out hiss from the other man.

"Shut up Moyashi" growled Kanda from somewhere in the region of his navel while his hands worked at the fastening of Allen's trousers. "Damn! Whose idea was it to put you in these?" he complained, his movements growing more violent, and Allen wondered if Kanda was just going to tear the clothing off him.

"You don't know?" he asked in a mock hurt voice. "You let someone else get their hands all over my vulnerable body? How could you!"

Kanda answered him by tugging his trousers down to his knees. "I don't know, but whoever did it deserves my thanks" he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Allen's now exposed groin.

Allen groaned, though whether through embarrassment or pleasure it was hard to tell. "Alright, who dressed me commando?"

All thoughts of his mysterious missing underwear were driven from his mind when Kanda yanked his boost off and pulled his trousers off the rest of the way. The garment was lost on the other side of the room when Kanda threw them over his shoulder.

Allen raised an eyebrow when Kanda paused, raking his eyes down his exposed body. He squirmed uncomfortably under the scrutiny. "You know, it usually works better when you use more than your eyes" he commented, and when Kanda didn't do more than flick his gaze to his face momentarily, giving him an amused look before resuming his lazy visual exploration, Allen stretched languidly like a cat, arching his back, teasing the other man with the movement as it rippled down his lithe body.

"Is that right?" asked Kanda, still not halting his shameless observation. Allen wiggled again self-consciously, and then suddenly sat up. The chair that had been knocked aside when Kanda had first pushed him into the desk rushed forward, knocking Kanda' legs from under him and depositing him into the seat. He looked up at Allen who was now perched on the edge of the desk, grinning wickedly. "I thought I'd get things moving again if all you were going to do was stand there." He slid from the desk, bending to capture Kanda's lips with his own while his hands worked at Kanda's belt.

Kanda responded to the unexpected attack with enthusiasm, fisting both his hands in Allen's hair and plundering his mouth with his tongue.

With a small sound of triumph Allen managed to unfasten Kanda's belt and tugged the button open, fumbling with the fly since Kanda had such a tight grip on his hair that he couldn't move his head to see what he was doing.

He grabbed hold on the waistband and forced Kanda to his feet. Now unfastened, Kanda's trousers slid down his hips a few inches frustrating Allen by refusing to move down any further. He realised Kanda was no longer holding him captive and drew away from the kiss reluctantly, placing a finger over Kanda's lips to stall any protest. He moved lower until he was kneeling before the older man, who was watching him with heavy-lidded hungry eyes. Allen inched the material that was still clinging obstinately to Kanda's hip downward, following the descent of the cloth with his mouth, his breath raising a multitude of goosebumps in its wake.

When he'd worked the clothing to Kanda's knees (which wasn't easy, Kanda was being decidedly unhelpful and was just watching with a faintly amused glint in his eyes) he gave the other man a push, tipping Kanda back into the chair and finishing undressing him with rapid well practised movements. "Now we might be able to get somewhere" he grinned, running his hands along Kanda's thighs and coming to rest at his waist. He looked up to find Kanda still watching him keenly, all traces of amusement gone. His dark eyes old Allen clearly what he wanted, and Allen was happy to oblige. He felt Kanda's breath catch as he took him in his mouth, revelling in the uncontrolled moan of pleasure the act tore from the throat of the man under him. He hummed in content; he always marvelled how such a simple act made the usually stoic man lose his self-control. The vibrations from his humming travelled along Kanda's length, and the Japanese man released a long drawn out groan and stiffened even more, if that were possible, inside Allen's mouth. Allen pulled away to avoid gagging, trailing his tongue along the underside of Kanda's member as he did so, finishing with a quick flick across the head before moving forward again. Kanda had other ideas however, and pounced on him; spinning him around and forcing him face down on the desk. The brief thrill of fear at the sudden change in Kanda's demeanour was buried under mountain of excitement as Kanda moved his legs apart, though he couldn't withhold the quiet growled "Watch it!" as he had to throw his arms out to catch himself before his head hit the desk, though he might as well have spoken Martian for all the attention Kanda paid him. His discomfort increased as Kanda pushed a finger inside him, though he was intensely grateful that Kanda's mind wasn't so lust-addled that he plunged ahead with no preparation.

All discomfort quickly fled when Kanda curled his finger inside him and brushed against that special bundle of nerves that had Allen panting and writhing against the surface of the desk. Kanda smirked and made the motion again, drawing a wordless cry from Allen who attempted to dig his nails into the smooth surface of the desk as he saw stars. Then Kanda withdrew his fingers and Allen fell limply against the desk in a sweaty puddle.

"Not finished are you Moyashi?" Kanda asked, leaning across Allen's bare back and shifting his hair, planting a soft kiss on the back of his neck.

"Hell no." Allen stirred, turning his head to the side so he could reach Kanda's lips with his own. "I can't get enough of you."

"Good." Kanda grasped Allen's hips and pushed himself inside with a low moan of pleasure. When he was fully seated he began to move, barely giving Allen time to adjust to him before he pushed back in and picked up a steady rhythm.

"Har…harder" Allen said breathlessly, bracing himself against the desk as Kanda immediately responded with a rhythm that made the heavy item of furniture slide fractionally across the hardwood floor.

"I'm glad we're in here" Allen panted, laughing slightly as the desk hit the wall with a dull thud. "I think everyone in headquarters would be able to hear this."

"So?" Kanda grunted, altering the angle of his thrusts and gaining a strangled moan from the man below him. He could feel his control fraying, making it harder to keep the rhythm steady. Allen shouted his name as he came, tightening around Kanda as he climaxed, and Kanda's control was gone. He came hard and deep within Allen with a shuddering groan and collapsed across Allen's heaving back.

When he had managed to pull himself together he withdrew and rolled to the side, grateful that the desk was so large. Allen turned his head, watching him with glazed eyes, sweat beading on his flushed skin. Kanda wiped his hand across Allen's forehead tenderly, "I love you" he said quietly.

Allen blinked in surprise; it was rare that Kanda ever voiced his emotions, usually preferring to express his sentiments through actions instead. He suspected that Kanda, in his own awkward way was trying to show that his feelings towards him hadn't changed The thought warmed him and he smiled affectionately back, putting one of his arms across Kanda's back, pressing his forehead against the other man's. For a moment they both forgot they were sweaty, naked, lying on a hard desk inside the Ark as they remained in that position, staring into each other's eyes. Eventually Allen blinked and the moment was broken.

Kanda kissed him on the nose and stood up, holding his hand out to him. "Come on." Allen looked at him curiously. "What are you doing?"

"You're the one who said we shouldn't waste the bed" said Kanda pushing Allen onto the mattress where he landed among the colourful cushions. It was much better on his body than the desk had been and he stretched out gratefully. Kanda crawled up beside him and kissed him deeply. "Now, where were we?"

"I don't want to go back" Allen said, shifting a little among the pillows. "I wish we could stay here forever."

Kanda turned his head and looked at him, a slight frown on his face, but he didn't ay anything.

"I know, I know, we have to." Allen buried himself under the quilted cover on the bed until only the top of his head showed above it.

Kanda sat up, concerned. He attempted to pull the covers down off Allen's head, but the grip of the younger man's left hand proved too strong. "Moyashi…"

"I'm fine. Just tired" Allen's muffled voice replied. An odd rumble, reminiscent of thunder came from under the covers. "And hungry."

"We'll have to leave soon then."

"I know." Allen's eyes appeared the edge of the quilt. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's nothing." He sat up with a sigh. Truthfully he had probably been thinking too much. At first he had thought that Kanda was showing him that his feelings towards him hadn't changed, but what if Kanda was convincing himself that Allen was still Allen?

Kanda raised an eyebrow as though he knew exactly what Allen was fretting about. "Stop worrying."

"I'm not worrying" Allen denied, casting about for his clothes before remembering that his shirt was still buttonless.

Don't push him away; you're going to need your friends before this is over.

Allen jumped, startled by the sudden voice of the Noah echoing across his mind. 'How long have you been listening in?'

He sensed the Noah's embarrassment keenly. It is not through choice.

'Whatever' Allen studied his shirt thoughtfully. 'Do you think if we create new clothes they'd vanish outside the Ark?'

The Noah seemed to give this some though before replying. Possibly. Probably even. Just recreate the buttons- it will be less embarrassing if they do vanish.

'That makes sense. Thanks.'

"Moyashi, you can talk to me instead of yourself you know."

Allen cringed. "Sorry" he gestured to the shirt "I was just think what to do about this."

"Liar. You're worried about going back because you don't think people will treat you the same when they know."

Allen shook his head. "No, I really was thinking about the shirt, but I guess you're right. All this is going to take some getting used to." He leaned back against Kanda's bare chest with a sigh. "You are sure about this aren't you?" he asked, still unsure. "I know you; you're dedicated to the Order. It must be hard for you to keep a secret like this. I'll understand if you change your mind, I won't fight you."

Kanda's hands, which had been gently rubbing along Allen's shoulders and upper back stilled suddenly as he realised that Allen was offering to surrender himself to Kanda so he could turn him in. Kanda's throat constricted- he knew in his head that it was the right thing to do. This way he could make sure Allen was taken care of properly and he would not punished for keeping the existence of a new Noah secret from his superiors. But his heart, something that only Allen seemed to be able to get him to listen to, told him that doing so would break something between them that would not easily be fixed, if it even could.

Over the last few years they had suffered many hardships, yet they had been the one constant in the others life and he knew neither of them would be able to make it through this war without the support of the other. Even as he thought it, Kanda was surprised to learn that he wasn't embarrassed by it- it was just one of those simple facts of life that he accepted as truth and lived with.

Allen swiped at his eyes, assuming Kanda's long silence meant the worst, and dressing himself in his newly repaired clothes allowed the Noah to come forward. He sensed in the Noah the same sadness he felt within himself, and for the first time he truly understood how deep their bond went. It was true- they had grown together, shared experiences, and fallen in love with the same man. When he was ready, he turned back to Kanda who was still sitting on the bed deep in thought. It didn't even look as if he'd realised Allen had moved. "Yuu, I'm ready" Allen said quietly. "You can take me back now."

Kanda looked up sharply, staring into Allen's golden eyes. Though alien in colour, they were still very much Allen's eyes. He was still Allen, testified in the way he stood, the angle at which he held his head, and the strong, unflinching way he met Kanda's gaze as he waited to be taken as a willing prisoner.

With a wordless distressed cry Kanda grabbed hold of Allen's arms and pulled him down onto the bed, grasping his shoulders and shaking him a little.

The sudden violent motion startled Allen and he only just managed to keep his cool- one stray thought could easily become reality in this room of his own creation.

"Dammit Moyashi! Why do you have to be so self-sacrificing all the time? You can afford to be selfish sometimes too!" Kanda shook him again, his voice strained by emotion. Allen remained silent. "I thought you knew by now! I might be dedicated to the Order, but nothing is higher on my list than you."

Allen swallowed a few times, too overwhelmed by Kanda's confession to speak. Eventually in a light, half-joking manner he said "you can't go around saying things like that! The Order would consider it heresy! You might accidentally cause your innocence to turn on you!"

Kanda scoffed. "You are the Order's best hope for winning this war. As far as I see it, by helping you, I'm helping the Order." He cringed inwardly He almost wished he could stop spouting this mush, but he was willing to do anything to drive the uncertainty that he saw lingering in those golden depth away for good.

Allen nodded stiffly, still unsure. "So it can stay a secret?"

"I won't say anything until you're ready."

With a grateful smile Allen handed Kanda his clothes. "The sooner we get out of here the better, I think it's messing with your mind" he joked. "Thank you" he added, more seriously. "You don't know what it means to have you on my side."

"Now you're the one who's messed up" Kanda told him with a perfectly straight face. "Now put your Noah away and we can leave."

You know, said NoahAllen as he slid to the back of Allen's mind where Allen imagined him sitting in an armchair surveying the world via his eyes, I have a feeling that Yuu regards me as some sort of pet to be trotted out and exercised every now and again.

Allen laughed along the mental link. 'Perhaps, but at least he's not trying to kill you.'

A/N

I hate it. I absolutely positively hate this chapter. Grrr.