I obviously have some issues; this is the second chapter in a row that has a lemon in it. I have some to the conclusion that these such chapters enable me to release my own frustrations. Lol.

Chapter sixteen

Allen had trouble keeping the wide satisfied grin off his face even as he filled it with food. Of course, the knowing looks he was receiving, plus the odd wink wasn't helping things much, though he was sure he should be more embarrassed that the whole Order seemed to have heard him and Kanda earlier. Speaking of Kanda…he glanced to the side. He dark haired man was sitting rigidly still, his long fingered hands wrapped around a cup of gently steaming green tea, his eyes closed. He could have been sleeping if not for the slight whiteness of his knuckles as he gripped the cup a little tighter than necessary, or the eyebrow that twitched every now and then.

Allen's grin widened further as he ploughed through his meal, enjoying the sight of Kanda growing more and more annoyed as the minutes passed and the whispering, nudging and winking of their companions increased. Mentally he counted down the seconds until the irate man snapped.

Five…

The cup gave an ominous creak as the force of the grip increased.

Four…

Twitch. The dark eyebrow rose and fell as he tried to control the tell-tale motion.

Three…

There was now a vein standing out on Kanda's forehead which was throbbing rather repulsively.

Two…

Another twitch. If this carried on Kanda's eyebrows were going to take off into orbit.

One…

Teeth clenched and eyes opened, sparkling with dark light.

Zero…

Kanda slammed the cup onto the table, chipping it slightly as he stood.

Allen put down his fork to watch.

"What the fuck is everyone's problem?"

Several people gulped and started to back away.

"Well?"

Nobody seemed inclined to answer.

"Tch. Thought not." Kanda sat back down, still fuming. Allen nudged his leg with his knee, picking up his fork and giving him a sidelong grin. A small smirk twitched Kana's lips momentarily before he returned to his previous meditation, able to concentrate now he couldn't feel the eyes of the other people in the dining hall on him.

Allen tried to finish eating as fast as he could without choking. Kanda's hand was currently proving very distracting as it rubbed lightly up and down his leg suggestively, and he was eager to continue what that light touch had started. He was almost ready to give up on the sausage and mash when Jim and Danny arrived, taking a seat opposite Allen and Kanda, Jim with a massive pile of food as usual, Danny with a small sandwich and a disgusted expression at his brother's eating habits. It was probably a good thing he'd missed Allen's own feast only minutes earlier, though Jim didn't look the least bit bothered by his brother's grossed out, incredulous looks.

Allen groaned under his breath as they sat down, he was already feeling extremely hot and bothered and knew that just because the two younger exorcists were sitting with them Kanda wasn't going to stop his teasing touches. If anything, he'd probably up the ante.

"Afternoon" Jim said as he sat down, not quite meeting the two generals' eyes. Well, the one general's eyes, since Kanda's were still closed.

"Hey" Allen replied, sounding a little strained, though he grinned at Jim's awkwardness before turning to Danny. "So, how are you settling in?"

The brown-haired boy beamed happily. "It's great here! I can tell I'm going to love it. Everyone's been really nice." His already dark chocolaty brown eyes darkened further. "Well, nearly everybody. That Komui was a little mental. Wanted to do some weird experiments." He shuddered. "Nutcase."

The expression on Jim and Allen's faces clearly told him he'd probably got off lightly. Even Kanda cracked an eye open to give Danny a disbelieving look.

"Have they decided what they're doing about your innocence?" Allen asked curiously while trying hard to ignore Kanda's hand now sliding further up his thigh teasingly.

Danny shook his head. "From what I gather they haven't finished studying the sample I gave them yesterday. Water sample" he added for the benefit of his brother who had just pulled a face and tried to smother his laughter. Jim grinned winningly at his younger sibling before diving back into his food mountain, causing Danny to roll his eyes, looking disgusted, and feigning being sick as Jim shoved a whole baked potato into his mouth with apparent relish. Allen laughed, a sound that turned into a scandalised squeak as Kanda's hand cupped him and squeezed.

Danny looked up in surprise, looking between Allen's flushed face, Kanda's stoically blank one (his eyes were still firmly shut), and his brother who was gaping at the generals' with an amusing expression of horror on his face.

"We're leaving" Kanda said suddenly, standing and gripping Allen's arm tightly, trying to draw him to his feet too. "We've got more important things to be doing" like each other.

Allen, still flushed bright red, was glaring at Kanda as though trying to cause him physical harm through thought alone. "Bastard" he growled, wondering how he was going to stand up and walk out of the dining hall without anyone noticing his extreme hard-on. Kanda just smirked at him and tugged a little harder on Allen's arm, knowing exactly what dilemma the younger man was currently trying to work out how to deal with.

Eventually Allen realised he was just going to have to run for it, embarrassing bulges be dammed, and gathered his coat around him as much as he could, still glaring at Kanda and wishing him a painful death, preferably by Allen's own hand, because dammit, Kanda knew what the problem was and was enjoying watching him suffer. The casual observer might not have noticed, but Allen knew Kanda too well to be fooled by that blank expression. "Damn you" he whispered, silently cursing Kanda for having this effect on him as he stood stiffly (lol) and allowed himself to be led from the room. Luckily it seemed Kanda was in as much of a rush to get away as Allen was…

Watching the two generals all but run from the dining hall was pretty funny. Once the senior exorcists had disappeared Danny turned to his brother, rather amused at the still present horror-struck expression on his face. "So, anything else I should know?"

He couldn't remember at what point he'd become naked, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he'd lost at least one article of clothing before they'd even reached their room. He had definitely been shirtless when Kanda threw him against the inside of the bedroom door, which is what he'd done as soon as it closed.

Annoyingly, Kanda was still half dressed, his coat, shirt and boots gone, but his trousers still clinging stubbornly to his lower body. Not that Allen had much cause to complain since Kanda was currently on his knees with his mouth applied to his dick.

Allen's fingers scrabbled uselessly on the brick behind him as he arched his head back, staring blindly at the ceiling. Kanda was always a little aggressive during sex, though he was never inconsiderate with it, but sometimes, like now, the lovemaking would become hard and violent, and Allen loved it, loved knowing it was him who caused this man to loose control.

"Yuu…" was all he managed to grate out before he came explosively, the pure aggression driving him over the edge more effectively than anything else Kanda could have done to him.

The dark eyed man licked his lips slowly, bringing those midnight depths up to meet Allen's flushed face and glazed silver eyes.

Deciding that walking the four strides to the bed would take too long, Kanda stood, pressing his body against his lover's and kissing him deeply while his hands busied themselves removing his last items of clothing, which he kicked away without breaking contact with Allen's mouth.

Allen groaned quietly when he tasted himself on Kanda's tongue as it moved against his own, and suddenly he was being lifted, pressed between the rough, cool stone of the wall at his back and the warm smooth skin of Kanda's chest in front. He found fingers at his mouth, but shook his head. "Don't bother, just do it."

Kanda frowned, wondering if Allen was thinking about what he was saying. No matter how heated their love-making became, he never wanted to hurt his lover.

The white-haired man scowled (albeit weakly) at the indecision on the other's face. "Do it" he growled again, pushing Kanda's hand away and wrapping his arms around Kanda's neck to lift himself higher, encircling his waist with his legs.

Not one to argue if it was really what Allen wanted, Kanda obeyed, pushing in with one quick motion and falling still, studying Allen's face for any sign of discomfort. Allen had other ideas however, using his arms and legs to left himself back up and impaling himself again. Kanda just watched him, breathing becoming a little laboured as he was held captive by the expression of blissful concentration on his face as he moved.

After a few moments of watching Allen pant and writhe and moan as he supported him against the wall, Kanda decided it was time he took control again, pushing Allen further into the wall to enable him to drive in deeper. The new angle and the force of the thrust made the end of his cock press against Allen's prostate, and he screamed. There was no other way to describe the noise that tore itself from Allen's mouth, but it was not a sound of pain. Allen's member sprang to life against his stomach, rubbing against their bodies with every movement they made.

Allen was panting hard now, not able to make any further sounds in favour of being able to breathe. He loosened his arms from Kanda's neck and braced his hands on the wall behind him, feeling the sharp stone digging into his palms as he arched again.

Kanda blinked away the sweat that had gathered in his eyes and thrust again and again, the awkward position not diminishing the sensation. He leant forwards and bit none-too-gently on Allen's exposed neck, closing his teeth over the pulse point, enjoying the feeling of Allen's racing heart on his tongue.

"Ah...ah…Yuu…" Allen gasped as Kanda began sucking on his neck, making shivers chase up and down his spine. Kanda murmured something against the bruise he'd just raised, nothing but a rumbling vibration against the reddened skin and then thrust in deeper, pushing Allen roughly against the stone and trailing his mouth to Allen's, his tongue invading his mouth, moving in a mirror of what his body was doing elsewhere.

Allen reached between their bodies and gripped himself, knowing Kanda needed both his arms to support him, moving his hand to the same rhythm as the thrusts of both Kanda's tongue and body. Kanda watched keenly even as he trailed his mouth along Allen's jaw and down his neck, washing his collarbone with his tongue and leaving small bruises across the pale skin.

"Close" Allen warned in a whisper, knowing Kanda was waiting for him. As it was the older man came first, filling Allen's body with familiar heat, followed only moments later by the younger, coating their bodies with his release.

Slowly Kanda carried Allen to the bed and laid him down, withdrawing and settling down beside him, all earlier traces of aggression gone.

As much as Allen enjoyed the roughness of the act, he couldn't deny that a sated, almost cuddly Kanda was nice too. He turned over to reach for the washcloth sitting at the bedside to clean them both off but a hand on his shoulder stopped him before he'd even put his hand on it.

"Why didn't you say something?" Kanda asked.

Allen frowned and rolled back, looking at the other man in confusion. "What?"

Without answering, Kanda pushed Allen back onto his side and touched his back, almost tenderly. Allen flinched at the light caress and turned back over to look at Kanda's worried, nearly guilty face. There was a small amount of blood on his fingertips. "Why didn't you say the wall was hurting you?"

Allen laughed. "I didn't even notice, and if that's not a compliment, I don't know what is."

"Masochist."

"Perhaps." He reached for the cloth again and proceeded to clean Kanda's seed-splattered chest. "But if I am, it's your fault. You've ruined me."

Kanda took the cloth from him and repeated the procedure on Allen's scarred body. "Tch."

A short while later while they lay beside each other on the bed, Allen with his head resting on Kanda's shoulder and the older man's arm wrapped around his back, the white-haired general's thoughts began to wander. He had noticed yesterday when he first got back that the lotus that counted down his lover's life was looking a bit worse for wear, and it was with a heavy heart that he realised time was not just running out for him. His left arm twitched again, something that had been happening more and more lately, as though it was trying to remind him that it was still there- attached and stealing his life with every invocation. He wondered whether there would be a time soon that he, like Kanda, would have to be removed from standard duty in order to conserve his remaining life. He sighed loudly, jumping when Kanda turned to look down at him. He'd forgotten that the older man was there.

"What are you worrying about?"

Allen shook his head, not wanting to voice his concerns, especially to this man. He had enough to worry about without Allen adding to it. "It's nothing, I was just thinking too hard, that's all."

Kanda grunted and extricated himself from under Allen, propping himself up on one elbow and looking him in the eye, a serious expression on his face. "Moyashi…"

He didn't have to say anything else, Allen knew full well what that look meant. He sighed. What should he do? It was a well known fact that parasitic type innocence took more of a toll on it's accommodator than any other type, and Kanda was more than just fleetingly aware of the toll that Crown Clown had on Allen's body, but no one, not even Komui, was fully aware of how far the weakening had progressed. Allen also knew that, though the other man pretended otherwise, Kanda had to be worrying about his own situation more than he let on too.

"I saw your lotus yesterday…" he said, cringing inwardly at the partial lie, especially when he saw the guilt and concealed fear in the older man's eyes grow.

"Tch." Kanda turned away, knowing that his thoughts could have been plainly written on his face for all the good hiding them from someone who knew him like Allen did would do. "I'm fine. There's plenty of time left if I'm careful."

"One: There's four petals left" snapped Allen, forgetting that he'd started this conversation to get attention away from himself and releasing his frustrations on Kanda "and two: You are never careful!"

Kanda didn't reply, but his arm removed itself from around Allen's shoulders and he turned over to face the wall, his back facing Allen coldly, a complete barrier.

"I'm sorry" Allen sighed, turning away himself and sitting on the edge of the bed, head bowed and left arm clutched to his chest. "I'm just worried about you."

He heard Kanda shift, and wasn't surprised when two warm hands came into his line of sight and took hold of his left arm. "Do you think I don't know that? It's exactly the same as I am with you" Kanda confessed. "I know what's happening to you just like you know what's happening to me. The only difference is the fact if I loose all the petals, I'll die, if your innocence takes all your life, then the Noah will take over."

With a heavy laugh Allen slumped a little. "You have a talent for looking on the bright side of things, don't you?"