Sorry for the long delay, real life come knocking. Plus this chapter is unusually long. But hey it's here now!

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Chapter Eleven- Back to business

Kanda looked between Komui and Lavi, a carefully masked look of horror on his face. "You're shitting me" he said firmly. "Why am I being sent?"

"Well, you aren't doing anything else…" Komui said, knowing it was one argument that Kanda could not deny. When he had been given General status nearly two years ago, it was on the condition that, unlike the other generals, instead of travelling the world looking for innocence, he completed normal exorcist missions when the need called for it. He was, after all one of the best. Kanda had agreed, since it meant he had some free time when he'd usually be seeking out innocence to pursue other things, like searching for the way, any way, to remove his curse. However, there were now so few petals clinging to the lotus within the hourglass that the only missions that he was sent on now tended to be low-level Akuma exterminations or following up on the odd rumour here and there. Although he complained about it, Kanda was actually rather satisfied with this arrangement, as it meant he could pretty much come and go as he pleased and could always check on what everyone else was doing. Well, not Lavi, since he couldn't care less what that idiot was getting up to. Come to think of it…there were actually very few people he did check on when he was around. His master, he grudgingly admitted was on this list, as was Marie. His two students, who were really exorcists in their own right now, and who he preferred to leave behind but often took along on missions to continually train and test their abilities, would also be on this list, if only because when they performed badly (which they did, regularly, in Kanda's opinion), it reflected negatively on him as their general.

And there was Allen.

His mouth twisted. This was not the time to be gallivanting off on a mission, not while Allen was going through this change, and he hated Komui more that ever since he was sending Lavi along as his partner, partly because, let's face it, it was Lavi, and partly because if he went alone, he could get this over with quicker by using the Ark that no one knew Allen could control from the outside.

At least, he assumed no one knew, he hadn't made it back to his room yet, so had no idea how Allen's meeting with Bookman was going. He'd been abducted by Lenalee five minutes after he'd finished with Lavi and dragged into Komui's office.

"Fine" he said, holding his hand out for the mission folder. "Let's get this over with, I have better things to do."

"Like Allen?" Lavi grinned, winking (blinking?) at him. Kanda scowled as Komui hid his smile behind his coffee mug.

"We've been given some interesting information, and it's so strange that frankly we need to send exorcists to investigate, rather than sending finders," Komui explained. "The reason we're sending Lavi is because we need his brains…"

Kanda snorted, an amused sound of disbelief.

"…and we're sending you" Komui continued, addressing Kanda and emphasising his point with a long finger "to keep an eye on him. If the rumours are even slightly true, we need this person to some back with you at all costs, so I think your persuasive powers may come in handy."

'Which means beat them unconscious and drag them back to the Order with us' mused Kanda wryly as he studied the file. Odd words and phrases jumped out at him. "Miracles? Bring the dead to life? Healing fatal injuries? What exactly is going on?"

"As you can see, this would be a valuable asset the Order" Komui's whole face twisted, as though the words tasted foul. It was immediately obvious that these orders, which pretty much amounted to kidnapping, came from over the supervisor's head. Lavi pulled a face. "So we have to abduct this person and drag them back here because the Grand Generals want to use his or her powers?"

"On the plus side, we believe that the phenomenon is caused by innocence, so it is possible that they will come willingly…" Komui didn't sound convinced, but they needed to hold onto any hope. The mission didn't sit right with any of them.

"How long will we be gone for?"

"A couple of months. If you don't find him or her after two months, return home. I don't care what the Grand Generals say, we can't afford you to both be out in the field for any longer."

"So where are we going?" Lavi asked, getting to his feet and stretching his cramped muscles.

"India." Komui passed them both an envelope containing some travel documents. "You leave tomorrow morning."

The exorcists both nodded, recognising the dismissal, and left the office silently.

"Two months, just you and me, huh?" Lavi grinned, scratching the back of his head lazily. "Should be fun!"

Kanda strained to stop himself from rolling his eyes, but failed anyway. "Not likely." He strode away in the direction of his room, praying to whoever was listening that Bookman had gone and taken that infernal angel with him. If he wasn't going to see Allen for more than two months, he was going to make damn sure that he got a good send off.

He walked into his room, slamming the door behind him and surveying the room for any superfluous inhabitants. The room was decidedly lacking in unwanted visitors, for which Kanda was grateful. Though he had no qualms about kicking the angel out, he respected the Bookman and would have felt slightly guilty about forcibly ejecting the old man from the room. Not that such a small bit of guilt would have stopped him from shoving the man through the door of course. Time was precious after all, and he was fully intending on pending as much of it as possible engaged in several possibly illegal and certainly depraved positions with his Moyashi. Who…was…where exactly? Kanda scanned the room and it was only when he was about to leave that he finally spotted the object of his desire.

Allen had been hard to spot because he was sitting on the floor on the far side of the bed, only his white hair, which Kanda had at first assumed to be part of the bed sheet, was visible. Kanda walked round to where he sat and gazed down at him, slightly miffed that his arrival hadn't been anticipated and that Allen was still very much fully clothed. Hell, an acknowledgment would have been nice. He wondered what could have happened in such a short space of time to have made Allen react like this- he looked completely blank, his mind somewhere else.

"Oi, Moyashi."

Nothing.

"Moyashi?" this was accompanied by a little more than gentle kick to his side.

Not a flicker.

"Wake up, idiot!"

Really, he'd get more response talking to a tree.

"Allen Walker!"

Yeah, like that worked.

Kanda sat down next to him and slung an arm loosely around his shoulders, sighing in defeat. The touch seemed to work as Allen started, blinking slowly as though he was waking up.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yuu? When did you get here?"

"Just now. I would have been here sooner but that damn Supervisor called me to his office."

"Mission, huh?" Allen rested his head on Kanda's shoulder.

"With the Rabbit."

"Sounds like fun" Allen said, managing to hold his laughter inside, though the faint tremor that ran through his body as he squashed his amusement told Kanda that he thought the idea was funny. "When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow. We're going to India. Probably just over two months" Kanda listed off in a bored fashion, predicting Allen's questions and answering them before they were asked. "How did it go?" he asked after a pause.

"Fine. Bookman knows everything now and he's sorting out a cover story for Lanel." Allen sighed almost sadly.

"What's up?" Kanda asked, concerned. Neither of them noticed that the hand that had been resting on Allen's shoulder was now trailing up and down his arm.

"I don't know. Just getting it all out in the open makes it seem more real, I guess" Allen murmured against Kanda's neck. "Did you say tomorrow? For two months?" he suddenly exclaimed loudly, sitting up quickly.

"Yes, weren't y-mph?" Kanda was cut off by the press of lips against his own as Allen straddled him.

"How am I supposed to wait that long for you to come home?" Allen asked breathlessly. "We've only just got some time to ourselves!"

Kanda smirked. "I like the way you think."

Taking advantage of his position, Allen arched against Kanda grinding hid hips against the older man's, moving in a slow, teasing circle, and groaning deeply at the sensation. Kanda answered with an echoing moan, rising up from the floor to meet the thrust. With a slightly animalistic growl Allen began tearing at Kanda's clothes, running eyes, hands and tongue over each newly exposed inch of pale chest. Kanda's breath caught when Allen's mouth claimed one of his already sensitive nipples, teasing with his tongue and the faintest scrape of teeth that sent hundreds of pleasurable jolts through his body and straight to his groin. He used the fact that Allen was distracted to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms to where it caught on his elbows, but he couldn't get it any further than that because one of Allen's hands had grabbed hold of his ponytail and used it to yank his head back, baring his throat which Allen proceeded to run his tongue up, over his jaw and to his ear, sucking on the sensitive spot behind it before worrying his ear gently with his teeth.

With a sudden unexpected movement Kanda rolled over, spilling Allen from his lap and onto the floor and pinning him there, although with his arms now tangled in his shirt, Allen couldn't have done anything about it even if he had wanted to.

"This is different" commented Kanda as he watched Allen struggle half-heartedly against the cloth manacles, more testing his range of motion than trying to escape.

"Not tried bondage before have we?" Allen grinned wickedly as he tugged uselessly on the shirt which held his arms firmly at his side, the extra material bunched up beneath him.

"And whose fault is that?" Kanda asked as he bit Allen's neck, licking over the now-red area to soothe it.

Allen had once argued that he got tied up quite enough, thank you very much, and he saw no need to bring that sort of behaviour into the bedroom. Remembering the (very) few experiences Kanda himself had had involving the enemy and various forms of rope, Kanda had not pressed the issue.

"I think you might be able to convince me" Allen said, arching into Kanda's touch as he reached between them and rubbed his palm over Allen's still clothed erection.

"Really?" Kanda said, quirking an eyebrow an increasing the pressure his hand was inflicting. He stood suddenly, hauling up Allen by the arms and stripping the shirt off the rest of the way before quickly moving to Allen's belt, pulling it completely free from the loops. Allen watched him, a slightly bemused expression on his face. He was clearly wondering where this was going, especially when Kanda gave his own belt the same treatment. He threaded the loose ends through the buckles to create slip knots, and, with a very lecherous smirk, shoved Allen backwards onto the bed.

Allen lay still, watching him with interested eyes. It seemed like Kanda had needed no second bidding. The older man straddled his stomach, something that Allen was not too happy about, since Kanda was too far up his body for him to rub himself against. Neither could he reach himself, since Kanda had both his arms pinned to the bed above his head. Kanda lowered his head and kissed him hard, which, though pleasant, was not the sort of action Allen needed and groaned his frustration into Kanda's mouth. He was so distracted by what the mouth was doing (or wasn't doing), that he didn't pay attention to Kanda's hands.

Abruptly Kanda sat up, regarding him carefully. Allen frowned, the odd expression on Kanda's face worrying him, but it wasn't until he tried to sit up that he realised why Kanda was being so cautious. Both of Allen's arms were now belted to the headboard. He pulled at the straps experimentally. They didn't budge. He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow as though asking 'now what?'

"No wonder you get captured so easily- that far too simple" Kanda commented, still sitting rather unhelpfully on his stomach.

Allen tried to scowl, but by now he was painfully hard, and Kanda knew it, the bastard! He sat still, enjoying the frustration crawling over Allen's flushed and panting face. The body beneath him jerked up as Allen fought to unseat him, but it was useless.

Kanda idly brushed Allen's snowy bangs off his face. "Is there something you want me to help you with?" he asked blandly, though the answer was clearly written over the impatient face and thrashing body under him.

"You bastard! You sadistic, heartless bastard!" Allen growled in reply. "I'm not going to beg, dammit!"

"You aren't? Are you sure?" Kanda rose to his knees and moved further down the bed, the added height preventing Allen from touching him, though it didn't stop him from trying, all the while sobbing, snarling and cursing Kanda's name.

Kanda was feeling very pleased with himself. He'd often fantasized about having Allen tied down under him, but reality was far better than anything he could have imagined. And if he was mistaken, Allen was right there with him, despite his many noisy protests.

"Well, if you aren't going to tell me what you want, I guess I'll just have to please myself." Kanda's smirk was positively evil. Allen narrowed his eyes, frozen still at Kanda's words. "You wouldn't." He said it very firmly. Kanda raised his eyebrow and Allen gulped nervously. "Would you?"

Without replying Kanda leaned down, still keeping his lower body away from Allen's and kissed him, a brief brush of lips before drawing away and kissing a trail from jaw to hip, pausing to pay attention to erect nipples and taut muscles along the way, all of which reduced his victim to a squirming mass of goo, which made some noises that made Kanda question just how long he was going to last himself if Allen kept that up.

He worked quickly to remove the rest of the cloth barriers until they were both naked, and although he was not surprise by how aroused he was- this was one of his fantasies after all- he was a little surprised to discover that Allen was just as excited by this as he was despite the earlier complaints.

"Well well well, the Moyashi gets turned on by being helpless does he?" he murmured from where he hovered over Allen's groin. Allen twisted angrily, he couldn't move more than that because of Kanda's hands on his hips, holding him down.

"Not…helpless" He panted, trying to ignore how Kanda holding him captive sent an almost painful wave of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Of course not" the dark haired man soothed, running the pad of his thumb over the glistening head of Allen's throbbing erection in the lightest of touches. Allen clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't hold back the high-pitched yelp that escaped him when Kanda repeated the motion. "Prick" he moaned as Kanda continued to stroke him with whisper-light touches- just enough to keep him hard and on the edge, but not enough to grant the release his body was screaming for.

Taking advantage of the fact that only one of Kanda's hands was holding him down now, he arched suddenly and was rewarded by an increase in friction, but Kanda shifted his hand onto Allen's abdomen, pressing him back down ruthlessly.

Allen was wound so tight he thought he might actually explode, but words had deserted him, so all he could do was lie and pant, making annoyed sounds as the teasing continued.

"You can always stop this you know" Kanda told him with an air of someone commenting on the weather, though the effort of keeping himself in check was wearing his patience thin and made his ignored erection throb indignantly. "Just tell me what you want."

Allen said nothing since he was pretty sure his body was screaming what he wanted in a much more eloquent way than his mouth every could, so he just grit his teeth and thrashed as much as the bonds and Kanda's hand would allow.

"I can keep going like this, you know" Kanda said, breathing the words over Allen's straining groin. It was a blatant lie of course, he was so close to the edge himself, and he hadn't even been touched yet.

With a small noise that might have been a hastily smothered plea Allen blinked at him, his face sweaty and flushed, his eyes glazed slightly. He was so close…if only Kanda would stop teasing him he'd – all thought stopped as he felt Kanda's tongue swipe across his slit and he was undone. "Please!" he moaned, his body shuddering with need. He was humiliated at being reduced to begging, but right now he couldn't care less, dignity be dammed. "Please finish it! I can't take any more! Please Yuu!"

With a self satisfied smirk (and an inward sigh of relief), Kanda took a firmer grip on Allen's erection and began pumping in earnest, while Allen threw back his head with a throaty moan that almost made Kanda come right then and there. It barely took twenty seconds of hard thrusts for Allen to reach his climax, coming hard over Kanda's hand with a strangled moan. The sight of Allen tied to the bed, breathing raggedly and coated in a layer of his own release sent Kanda crazy, and he grabbed hold of himself with his come covered hand and found his own release moments later.

He propped himself up, his breathing erratic. "You still alive down there?" he asked when he had enough breath to speak.

Allen nodded slowly, still lost somewhere in the post orgasmic high. Kanda brushed Allen's sweaty hair from his forehead since Allen couldn't do it himself. Allen turned his faintly glazed eyes to him and tugged a little feebly o the belts still holding him in place. "Free me?" he wheedled, blinking suddenly huge eyes up at Kanda and trying to look innocent.

"Tch. No."

"No?"

"I'm going to make the most of this now you can't escape."

Allen waved Lavi and Kanda off the following morning rather sadly, though he knew he should be used to this by now. Lenalee, standing next to him on the dock, lowered her arm in favour of clamping it around Allen's bicep, grinning broadly. "Come on Allen; let's go back, I need some information on that Lanel character."

Allen glanced at her. "Don't look at me, I've don't know anything."

"Hmmm." She cocked her head to one side like a small bird. "Well, if that's the case maybe you'd prefer to tell me more about these instead" and as she spoke she pulled Allen's sleeve up exposing his wrist and the very clear belt abrasions that marked his skin. She quirked an eyebrow wickedly as he flushed red.

"I don't know what I can tell you about Lanel that your brother can't" Allen huffed as he attempted to straighten his cuffs over the bondage marks, studiously avoiding Lenalee's amused gaze.

"You must know something! Anything!"

Allen glanced at her with a small knowing grin in his face. It was Lenalee's turn to blush. "It's not like that!" She twisted the hem of her blouse apparently unconsciously. "Though you have to admit, he is interesting."

Allen laughed at this. "Interesting, yeah." He laughed again, thinking back to the previous evening when Lanel had been officially introduced to the Order. Considering the angel had been assigned as the guardian of Earth for over a century it had become clear very quickly that he knew little of human custom.

"My brother thinks we should try and teach him more about people so he doesn't freak out again" said Lenalee, apparently following Allen's train of thought. She seemed positively giddy at the prospect. Personally Allen thought that no one in the Black Order was qualified to teach anyone about normal people, but didn't say anything, merely humming a non committal response.

Lenalee was still gushing about the angel when they walked into the dining hall. There was some commotion going on near Jerry's hatch, and it took them both only a few seconds to spot the distinctive green hair at the centre of the crowd. Allen picked up his pace, curious as to what Lanel had done now.

"Allen Walker! Save me!"

The angel was trying to extricate himself from the gathering, but only succeeded in waving his arms desperately in a grabby hand motion. Despite his height, all that could be seen of him was his flailing appendages.

Allen fought back a laugh as Lenalee brushed past him with a cry and joined the masses around the angel, which Allen now noticed mainly consisted of females making squealing fangirl like noises. Allen followed her more slowly, enjoying Lanel's desperation, and feeling rather evil for doing so.

"Please help!" Lanel's voice rang out from within the human prison, sounding rather feeble. Allen came to a standstill and crossed his arms, leaning back on one of the tables. Clearing his throat pointedly (which had no affect on the writhing mass of oestrogen whatsoever) he spoke clearly. "What exactly is going on?"

The affect was quite amusing. Everyone froze guiltily and took a step backward, looking everywhere but at the general or the Aviran crouched on the ground.

It was a strange sight that met his eyes. Lanel's hair was tied up randomly in places with multicoloured ribbons and he had make-up smeared across his pale face. The whole effect was pretty disturbing. Allen blinked at him, not entirely sure what to say.

Now he was finally free, Lanel got to his feet, brushing himself off gingerly. Allen noticed that Lanel was now garbed in the exorcist uniform. "What's going on?" he asked again. Suddenly Lanel jumped at him, grasping the lapels of his vest and shaking him. "They're insane!" he cried. "They said they wanted to welcome me!"

Carefully keeping his face blank, Allen eased his clothes from the angel's grip and looked at him blandly. "And don't you feel like one of the team now?"

Lanel offered him a mild frown, which for the angel was like a full-fledged scowl. Allen patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way. "Go with Lenalee, she'll sort you out. I'll meet you later." Allen didn't miss the excited expression on the girl's face. He was sure she was on the verge of jumping up and down and clapping her hands. He also caught the baleful look Lanel threw him as he was dragged away. Allen offered him a beaming smile and a sardonic wave before turning back to the hatch to Order something to eat. He wondered whether he should feel guilty about sending Lanel to his doom, but then he remembered his experience in the Ark and thought better of it. Sure it was a little evil, but he needed his kicks somehow.

Twitch.

Lavi continued to prattle endlessly, leaning forwards towards Kanda as he explained something that the Japanese had lost interest in three hours ago. Though he's long since faded out the words, nothing he could do drowned out the noise coming from Lavi's constantly moving mouth. He twitched again, and this time the red head noticed. "Are you still with me Yuu?"

"Shut up."

"That's not very nice" Lavi mock pouted, and then grinned widely. "You know you're just grouchy cos you're away from the Moyashi." He gave Kanda a conspiratory wink. "You are so whipped."

Kanda narrowed his eyes, his fingers inching towards the sword at his side.

"Though how a gay man can be pussy-whipped is beyond me" Lavi continued, apparently oblivious to death personified sitting opposite him.

Death's dark eyes were now mere slits and it's pale long fingered hand was wrapped around the hilt of the dark steeled blade. "You're very lucky I don't want to explain your body to the conductor."

The train began to slow and Kanda stood quickly, surprising Lavi who had been wondering how safe he was going to be on this mission since the other man was obviously in a bad mood. "Where are you going?"

Kanda arched an eyebrow and turned back to Lavi with an incredulous look on his face, one which said 'are you really that stupid?' "Idiot. This is our stop. Come on, we've got a boat to catch."

And now for the bad news. I had a little accident yesterday involving a tin of ham and my thumb which resulted in several stiches. This means that although I can type away quite merrily, I can't write. And I have to hand write the chapter before I type it to stop me from indulging overly in mindless waffle. So it might be a while before chapter 12 is up. -Hides in a corner- don't hurt me! I'm an injured party already!