OMG I actually updated! *dies of shock* I wasn't expecting to be able to get onto the net any time soon, but here I am, and here is a chapter I'm feeling pretty crappy cos I had some dental surgery done this morning. Not that that was bad- it was the cost of it that nearly killed me. Any who, I got home and thought- I feel like shit, what can I do to make myself feel better? The answer? Write a chapter filled with citrusy Yullen of course. And so, chapter 15.

Happy Holidays people! Lots of seasonal lovage, Rika X

Chapter Fifteen

He wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep and he certainly didn't expect to wake up to a completely black sky in the small hours of the morning. Allen groaned when he saw the time, the clock obnoxiously proclaiming that it was three am, and ran a hand over his face, trying to convince his very awake mind that he should go back to sleep and try again at a normal hour, but he knew it was useless. He rolled beneath the covers, vaguely wondering at what point he had got under them in the first place. He also realised he was no longer wearing his boots. Well that was downright odd. Not only was he hearing voices…well a voice… in his head, he was suffering from memory lapses. At least that's what he thought until he rolled up against something large and warm stretched out beside him. Immediately a pale arm snaked out and grasped a very surprised Allen around the waist and pulled him close against a firm chest, squashing his nose against it.

"'top…f'king…m'ving" a sleep-roughened voice grumbled into Allen's ear. The white-haired man shuddered at the puff of warm air ghosting over his neck.

"Sorry" he said, a little muffled by the chest his face was squished against. "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."

Kanda grunted, not particularly loquacious at this time of day, and tried to pull Allen even closer, but the other man leaned away slightly, freeing his face from Kanda's well-toned pectorals as he did so. "I'm getting up; I won't be able to get back to sleep now."

Kanda gave a low growl, slinging one of his legs over both of Allen's, pinning him in place. "Stay."

Knowing he wasn't going anywhere now that Kanda was in a- dare he say it- cuddling mood, he gave a small sigh of amusement and relaxed into the other man's possessive hold. It wasn't long before the limbs holding him slackened their grip and Kanda's breathing evened out.

Allen smiled slightly. He didn't know what time Kanda had returned but he suspected it was only a matter of hours. He hadn't heard much about the mission that Kanda had been on, but judging by how exhausted the man seemed it probably hadn't been an easy one.

With another sigh Allen resigned himself to be confined to the bed for the next few hours, feeling wide awake next to an insentient Kanda. There had to be better ways to spend the morning.

Without something else to occupy his mind, his thoughts turned inward. He sensed the Noah sitting in the back of his mind watching him carefully, though thankfully it was staying silent for the moment, allowing Allen's thoughts to wander freely. He suspected the Noah wasn't being entirely truthful about their situation, but didn't want to prod the rather tetchy voice into conversation. However, he wasn't convinced that everything was as black and white as the Noah made out.

Time rolled by without him really noticing, and it wasn't until the sun began pushing through the partially drawn curtains several hours later that he roused from the complex whirring of his thoughts, blinking blearily.

He managed to disentangle himself from Kanda's limbs and sat up, drawing his knees up to his chest and grimacing at the wrinkled state of the clothes that he'd fallen asleep in the day before.

A warm hand sliding under his crumpled shirt and running over his bare back made him jump slightly in surprise. He turned to look into Kanda's dark, still sleep-hazy eyes. "Good morning."

Kanda blinked a couple of times, slowly, as though trying to wake himself up. "Morning. Again."

"Sorry about that" Allen muttered, retreating behind his hair and trying to look like he hadn't been lying awake for hours. "You still look a bit tired, maybe you should try and get another couple of hours sleep."

In a swift movement Allen found himself lying flat on the bed as Kanda surged into an upright position and pushed him down. "I can think of better things to be doing" Kanda murmured into Allen's neck as he leaned over him.

"Mmm, you're right, I am a little hungry" Allen grinned in response, and his stomach gave a well-timed gurgle.

The Japanese man rolled his eyes but didn't shift his weight of Allen's body. "I'm sure I can take your mind off your stomach for a while."

Allen laughed. "Fighting talk Yuu. Sure you're up to it?"

"Well I won't deny that all that effort of putting you to bed last night was very tiring…" Allen gave him a look and Kanda smirked. "You're right, we should probably go and get breakfast" and he began to move away.

Allen gaped at him unintelligibly for a moment, frozen to the spot. Kanda was nearly off the bed before he managed to make himself move again. "What?!" He scrambled upright and crawled to the edge of the bed, mouth hanging open. He grabbed hold of Kanda's arm, and the other man turned to look at him, a wide smirk on his face. "Problem Moyashi?"

"You could say that" Allen growled, yanking firmly on Kanda's arm, trying to drag him back to the bed. The older man had caused him to grow some unsightly bulges when he was leaning over him earlier, and there was no way he was going to let Kanda walk away and leave him like this: hot and bothered and painfully turned on. He tried to convey this through a meaningful glare, but just ended up looking rather pathetic and puppy-eyed, kneeling at the edge of the bed.

Kanda rolled his eyes and stepped closer, watching Allen who was staring at him hungrily, grey eyes wandering over his bare chest before crawling up to meet Kanda's own captivating gaze. He reached the bed in two rapid strides, bringing his hands up to cup Allen's face and kissing him forcefully, pushing him back as he did so, hanging over him as Allen wriggled to untuck his legs from beneath him and reclined lazily, grinning into the kiss. He soon wrapped his arms around Kanda's neck as he felt the other man's tongue probing his mouth, mapping it languidly as his hands moved from Allen's cheeks to the buttons of his crumpled shirt, flipping each small disk through the holes with well practised ease.

Soon the wrinkled garment was cast aside and Kanda's hands found their way back to Allen's face, cupping his cheeks and brushing his thumbs across them in a gentle caress that was completely at odds with his earlier vigour as he leant in for another kiss.

After several moments, the need to breathe and the rather distracting sensation of Allen's fingers dipping below the waistband of his pyjama bottoms made him pull back, though he didn't move away, instead resting his forehead against Allen's slightly scarred one.

The younger man regarded him with lust-clouded eyes, mouth open a little and lips bruised dark by the kiss. He ran his tongue across them lightly, his hands now grasping the waistband of Kanda's pyjama bottoms and slowly working them down his hips. Kanda failed to contain the husky moan as his lover bared him, sitting up to help the older man remove the garment completely before being pushed back down and worked out of his own remaining clothing. Kanda practically pounced on him as Allen reclined, immediately claiming his mouth and plundering it mercilessly.

"Missed me, huh?" Allen grinned when Kanda moved from his mouth to his jaw and he was able to breathe again.

"Tch, whatever gave you that idea?"

Allen didn't answer verbally, but arched suddenly, grinding his hips into Kanda's and brushing his erection with his own. Kanda groaned quietly, a low rumbling vibration in his chest which showed his appreciation of the motion.

Allen echoed the noise as Kanda repeated the movement, pressing down into the body below him and moving upward in a slow dragging motion that caused them both to groan with barely contained lust.

Allen opened his eyes, not even aware until then that he'd even closed them and stared at Kanda's face, watching a small bead of sweat gather at his temple, carve a trail down his flushed cheek and drip from his chin, landing with a small splash on Allen's chest, mixing with the fine sheen of perspiration already coating his body. He swallowed a couple of times before he was able to speak. "What are you waiting for?" He sounded slightly strained as he wiggled an arm free and wrapped his hand around Kanda's length, tugging lightly and causing Kanda's eyes to cross slightly as the dark-haired man's thought processes went on holiday for a moment. "Why are you always so impatient?" he grumbled as soon as he was able to think straight again, one eyebrow raised.

Allen panted slightly. "Why are you complaining?" He moved his hand a little faster, drawing another sound from the man hanging over him. "I haven't seen you in ages, and I've waited long enough." He grabbed hold of Kanda's hand, jerking the other man off balance as he brought Kanda's long fingers to his mouth, drawing a slim digit in with his tongue, his eyes not leaving Kanda's dark gaze, even as he swirled the finger and enticed a second into his mouth.

Silver orbs closed halfway and Kanda groaned approvingly as he watched his fingers being thoroughly loved by that wonderful tongue. Allen was right, they'd waited long enough. As soon as he thought his fingers were slick sufficiently, he pulled them away from Allen's mouth at the same as he limbed onto the bed, kneeling between Allen's legs. His first finger was met by little resistance, despite the fact that the only lubrication was some saliva- they'd been steady lovers for a long time now, after all- and it was greeted, welcomed and encouraged to push in further by the delightfully begging whimpers that escaped the younger man's slightly parted lips.

As Kanda eased in his second finger he leant forwards and captured those lips, swallowing the little cries of pleasure- there was rarely any pain now- as he stretched the opening and strained to reach that one spot that would turn those small noises into full-fledged screams. He found it easily, flicking his finger across it an pulling his mouth away so Allen's high shout of pleasure echoed around the room.

Deciding that since it had been such a long time, Allen needed stretching further (that's what he would say if the subject ever came up, when really he as was just enjoying watching Allen thrash below him, sweat coated and desperate for release), a third finger was added, this one drawing a slight grimace of discomfort that was quickly forgotten as the rapid movements of those skilful digits reduced him to a panting, writhing mass of need.

Satisfied, Kanda withdrew is fingers and shifted Allen so he was propped up on his thighs, and then without any warning, the dark-haired man lined himself up and sank in. He stayed still for a moment as they both adjusted to the sensation, before pulling out slowly, teasingly, and then snapping his hips forward, driving back in quickly.

Allen's responding shout was hoarse and guttural, a deep sound of pleasure that drove Kanda to repeat the motion again and again, not caring that Allen's voice was cracking under the strain, that he himself was moaning like a cheap whore every time that warmth surrounded him, or that they were being so loud that the rest of the Order would be under no illusions as to what was occurring in the generals' bedroom.

He watched Allen's face intently, recognising the signs that his lover was getting close, and knew that he himself would have trouble maintaining his control for much longer.

Suddenly Allen sat up, his legs wrapped around Kanda's waist, changing the angle and forcing Kanda in a little deeper. They both moaned and shuddered but didn't stop the motion. Allen wrapped his arms around Kanda's neck and kissed him deeply, his tongue roaming the other man's tongue and teeth and lips while his mismatched hands tangled in the silken fall of midnight hair.

Kanda's right hand reached round and grabbed a handful of messily-cropped white hair, pressing their faces closer as his own tongue slid wetly against Allen's and his left hand reached between their bodies and gripped Allen's length, his hand sliding up and down to the same rhythm that moved their bodies.

Allen tore his mouth away to cry out as he was captured by Kanda's warm palm, and then re-applied it to Kanda's jaw, tracing the angles with his lips, dragging his tongue across it and feeling the slightest beginnings of stubble. It was getting hard to concentrate, he was so close, and if the uneven rhythm was any indication, Kanda was also holding onto the frayed ends of his control.

He came suddenly in a rush that surprised even him, and bit down instinctively on Kanda's shoulder as he did so, smothering the loud startled yell that accompanied his release.

The sudden bite of pain and sensation of being coated in the result of Allen's orgasm sent Kanda over the edge, and he came hard with a garbled sound that was part name, part moan, before collapsing gentle to one side, pulling Allen down with him, limbs entangled.

Allen smiled dopily, his eyes drooping. "Wow" he croaked, his voice gravely and abused.

Kanda chuckled quietly, sounding tired. "It's always nice to know I'm appreciated."

Humming slightly in response, Allen moved closer, wincing a little as the motion caused Kanda to shift inside of him.

"Have I worn you out, Moyashi?" Kanda asked as he brushed Allen's hair from his forehead.

"Hmmm" Allen agreed. "Too much activity before breakfast" he mumbled as he untangled his legs from Kanda's body and moved away slightly, wincing again as Kanda withdrew with a small hiss, then snuggled in close again, ignoring the fact that they were both coated in a layer of drying sweat and semen as he wrapped his arms around Kanda and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Kanda slung an arm casually over Allen's hip and closed his eyes, burying his face in messy white locks.

Within minutes they were both fast asleep.

*Peeks out from behind fingers* That was so much better in my head…