Please bear in mind that this is my first attempt at writing a little limey scene, no matter how non-explicit this is. Although, now I'm wondering, is it okay to keep this as a T or should I change it to an M? I would think that's it's probably okay the way it is, but I don't want to take any chances.

Disclaimer: If I've come into ownership of DGM since yesterday, then somebody please tell me. Cause as far as I'm aware, I still don't own it.

Day five, promt five: Marionette

"Fuck," Kanda groaned, Allen's nails raking down his back and leaving livid red marks in their wake that would be gone by the morning. The moyashi's head rested against his shoulder, their breathing heavy and hearts pounding wildly in synch. This was familiar now, this rhythm and pattern – they repeated it every time they saw one another.

Allen had his legs wrapped firmly around Kanda's waist, keeping them as close to each other as was humanly possible and then some. Kanda had his hands on the moyashi's hips, guiding him though he didn't need it – not in the slightest. The brat was good, Kanda'd give him that much.

"God, Kanda," Allen hissed, his grip tightening briefly, as if by holding Kanda closer he could cling to his sanity for just a little longer. Kanda's eyes were squeezed shut, but he could feel every inch of Allen against him, so the lack of sight didn't matter much – he had long since memorised the moyashi's face. What had started out as a convenient arrangement of two strangers casually fucking had since turned into something else; something that was not quite as easy to define.

They could often find one another, no matter where they were; under other circumstances, they might be suspicious, but they were off duty and frustrated. It was an unspoken agreement between the pair that they would not ask any questions. Besides, they both seemed as confused about it as each other, so they trusted that it wasn't some sort of conspiracy.

In their line of work, something like that was a very real threat.

Kanda grunted, his fingers digging into the pale skin of Allen's hips; the feel of bones that were slender yet so strong was incredible, and Kanda pressed his thumbs into the moyashi's hips just a little harder. Kanda had always admired things that were beautiful and strong – perhaps that was why he had been so drawn to Allen in the first place. Assuming, of course, that Allen was really his name. You could never be too sure these days, and Kanda sure as hell didn't like to give out his real name. It had slipped out a few fucks into their dysfunctional relationship when Allen had oh-so casually asked. Kanda had wanted to kick himself after, but Allen laughed it off with a swift kiss to Kanda's chest, his grin simply delicious.

Allen's vision turned white as he shook, crying out something that neither of them really heard, and slumped onto Kanda, his breathing and heartbeat erratic. Kanda pressed their foreheads together, both of them drenched in sweat. Two sets of hands drifted lazily up and down toned stomachs and chests as the two shared a brief, slightly sloppy kiss.

Allen's pale eyelids had already fluttered shut, and Kanda drew the smaller man impossibly closer, contented for the moment.

When Allen woke up, he was alone – though that didn't really surprise him. It was quite rare that they would both stick around in the morning. Kanda was probably long gone.

A note had been left on the bedside table that had one leg sellotaped back on after what appeared to have been a drunken rage – Allen could see where the wood had been stained by whatever it was they had been drinking. Damned cheap motels.

Something came up at work early this morning, so I had to go. See you 'round, moyashi.

Allen smiled slightly at the neat yet hurried handwriting, the curt tone with which it had been written – something that was so typical of Kanda. He sighed, dragging a hand through his matted hair and glancing down disdainfully at himself. He hadn't bothered to clean up last night, and he was desperately in need of a shower.

Pausing on the way to the bathroom, Allen glanced at his own phone, raising an eyebrow when he saw that he had a message, detailing his next job. He tutted and clicked his tongue in an irritated manner, grey eyes quickly scanning the text for anything unusual. There was nothing, just the normal stuff, and Allen snapped his phone shut decisively after wiping it clean. It was too early for this shit.

In a way, he sort of wished that he could be like Kanda – dedicated to his job. As it was, he worked because he hadn't been given much of a choice. He wasn't sure yet what the other man did, but he would find out. Allen didn't like to be out of the loop, and when it came to snooping and digging up information, Allen was a pro. It wasn't like he was going to do anything with the information once he had it; he just wanted to know the guy a bit better. Kanda was intriguing, and Allen wanted to know him inside and out.

Who's pulling your strings, Kanda?

His phone rang shrilly, and he picked up after a couple of seconds.

"Hello Tyki."

The two men were breathing heavily, guns aimed at one another's heads. One's weapon was grafted directly onto his arm, whilst the other carried several weapons separately. They were evenly matched, perfect opposites and opponents.

Their eyes met for the first time since they had started this long campaign against one another. In the background, their employers watched with shadowed eyes, wondering what the two would do next and how best to turn events in their favour. Eventually, there was a sigh.

"Fourteenth, stand down," called the Earl, grin spread wide across his face. "I think that's quite enough for now." There was a slight pause in which neither man moved, their gazes locked, before the smaller of the two took a step back, his arm shifting as the gun was encased in smooth black metal once again.

"Second Exorcist, stand down," called Leverrier. The taller man did so immediately. The Earl stepped forward to warp a warm arm around Fourteenth. He chuckled indulgently at the confused and horrified looks the Black Order commander was giving him, his best soldier standing stiff and at attention beside him. The Second Exorcist watched them with dark eyes, face hidden.

"Well, this has been more fun than we anticipated," the Earl laughed. "It's been a while since my darling Fourteenth had someone decent to fight, hasn't it my dear?" There was no reply, verbal or otherwise from the soldier. "I'm quite impressed you managed to come up with something like this, Leverrier."

"We won't spare any expense when it comes to killing you and all of your followers," Leverrier snapped, which made the Earl pout.

"Now that's not very nice, is it dear?" He asked, petting the Fourteenth's head like some overgrown dog. Predictably, there was no response. "Still, I suppose we'd best be on our way, hm? Come on Rhode, Tyki, Lu. As for you, little Fourteenth dear... We'll leave you to finish playing with this Second Exorcist – you looked like you were having so much fun earlier!"

"Should've known," Kanda snorted. "The Fourteenth was too much of a beansprout to be anyone but you. The way we were always meeting. All the secrecy – fuck! So it was the Earl all along, the one who was pulling your strings?"

"Yeah."

There was a pause.

"See you tonight in the motel?"

"... Yeah."