Heya.

So- I'm not gonna lie, I have been waiting for someone to ask me about sexy-time... And no one has. But for those of you who may have thought about it... Here ya go!

(Cackles!)

Go for gold, or go home!

"I got close
To your skin
While you were sleeping
I taste the salt on your hands
I reached out to touch you
The morning light disarms you
Won't you let me in?..."
"Your Surrender" -Neon Trees

XXX

A-(Not So)-Sexual Man
Chapter the Ninth:
For Us

As soon as they heard keys jingle outside the front door of the apartment, all of them were silent. They listened to the lock turn, and then the door push open. "No, it's just stupid," they could hear Allen conclude and then Tyki chuckle. "Hey guys," the white-haired man greeted as soon as his shoes were off and he was moving to step into the space.

"Hey," Rhode replied in a sing-song as she smiled largely at him, quickly standing from the couch to move over to him. Kanda didn't care to bother to hide the small smile on his face- seeing that nothing had changed, Allen was still the same. Though he wasn't sure why he expected that to have changed in the last two weeks.

Tyki moved into the room behind him, quickly making his way over toward where Wisely and Lavi sat at the kitchen table now- ruffling Maggie's hair on the way- she giggled- and patting Cross on the shoulder- he let out a 'hello' grunt- and seating himself at the chair between the them. Allen gave his hello smile and nod to Alma and Lenalee, before smiling at Kanda.

And with a sigh and a simple smile, Allen was looking toward the table where Wisely and Lavi sat. "Can we deal with this in the morning?" And as he asked, Kanda knew it was as close to begging as Allen would go. Wisely only let a small smile take his face, before he gave a small nod.

"Welcome home," the elder white-haired male called, his voice tired and sounding unused. Allen gave a grin to than.

"No joke," He agreed and Maggie giggled- and instantly the tension was out of the air.

"I lose control
When I hear your body move
And
I'm dying to break through
To the next room..."
"In The Next Room" -Neon Trees

They ordered pizza- Cross somehow managing to talk Allen into buying- and they talked. And Kanda felt like- for a second- everything was right again.

But then there were moments, lapses in the conversation where he knew they weren't- and he should have pointed out how Wisely didn't touch the three pieces that Lavi had stacked on a plate for him. He'd look down at them every now and then, cringe and quickly start a new conversation.

And then, just passed eight-thirty, they all left. Lavi with Wisely and Tyki, while Maggie and Cross took Rhode. And after sitting around on the couch, with a napping Alma and his thoughts- listening to Allen and Lenalee as they did the dishes in the kitchen sink- Kanda stood and without saying anything walked to the bedroom. Leaving the door open, Kanda grabbed his laptop and laid out on their, back against the headboard and began some random news page hopping. He'd call it a hobby, but everyone else would laugh.

It was a while later- after he had listened to Allen and Lenalee move their conversation into the living room, heard Alma wake up and join them, then the conversation dwindle, then finally the shower in the guest bathroom switch on- that suddenly Allen was shuffling sleepily into the bedroom. "Alma's gonna take a shower and Lenalee said she wanted to read," Allen informed him- Kanda had lived with him too long to ask why. Then the white-haired man was gone inside their giant closet, and Kanda was listening to him rummage around far too much for him to reappear in only a pair of ancient red basketball shorts and kick the door closed before promptly faceplanting into the bed next to where Kanda lie.

He didn't fight the short chuckle at his boyfriend's behavior, before continuing to scan through the article on the screen in front of him- even as he knew those gray eyes watching him.

"Will you give me a massage," Allen finally just asked, and Kanda had to chuckle again, listening to the half distorted voice, because Allen hadn't even lifted his head from the comforter to ask.

"Hold on," Kanda replied not taking his eyes from the computer screen- he knew Allen was smiling anyway, face still half in the bed. He pretended to finish the article, even though he'd lost interest in even the latest war because Allen was just starring at him again. Grumbling quietly about stupid politics, Kanda shut the laptop down and then moved to the edge of the bed, perching it on the nightstand. Allen then quickly repositioned himself in the middle of the king sized bed, leaving Kanda to take up his usually nightly position on the round of Allen's butt.

It was a nightly thing nearly. Allen would come home from work, Kanda would have gotten out of class earlier, and would be doing homework in the living room or bedroom- and the white-haired male would plop down next to him, on the bed or couch, and they'd just relax for a while- talking sometimes, others not. Then Allen would demand they decide dinner- Kanda never cared- so Allen would either make something and pester Kanda into helping, or they'd order out. And then they'd clean up dinner, and Kanda would move to the bed while Allen went to take a shower- coming out to faceplant into the bed, and sometimes without asking, he'd get a massage. Kanda had found early in this ritual that he was usually able to relax just by giving the massage- he didn't care to think about why. But he also wasn't an idiot- and he knew, nine times out of ten, Allen or himself would get aroused halfway through.

But as he moved his fingers over the black tattoo on Allen's upper back and then over his shoulders- one tattooed too- then lower over Allen's spine, he could feel the white-haired male taking the much less traveled effect of his massages- relaxing so fast that he would fall asleep, and then would probably wake up about an hour later horny as fuck. And true to his guess, Kanda felt the breathing in the the body under him flatten out but he kept moving until he knew Allen was good and asleep, then- not that he'd admit it- found himself leaning forward, as always, and laying a small kiss on the back side of Allen's neck, just below where his now-shaggy white hair stopped.

Then chuckling to himself, Kanda retrieved his laptop off the nightstand and laying back down against the headboard- Kanda started as game of Solitaire, listened to Alma's shower and Allen's breathing and smiled to himself.

"And you look so smooth
You better tell me the truth
Would you trade me out for someone cool?
I know you better than you do
So put out your cigarette and kiss me on the lips tonight..."
"1983" -Neon Trees

It was another twenty minutes- and well after he'd gone back to news article surfing and shortly after Allen had moved himself in his sleep, making Kanda lay the laptop on the bed, and navigate with one hand, while the other worked continuously through Allen's hair where his head now lay on the right side of Kanda's torso- that Lenalee hesitantly knocked on the bedroom door and stuck her head in. Then suddenly she was a Flaming Tomato color and Kanda was laughing into an early grave in his head. Outwardly though he just smiled a bit, "What's up?"

Lenalee was smiling as she looking around her hand to reassess the situation. Kanda figured that it was Allen being halfway naked, and that his basketball shorts had worked their way up when he'd moved that made her freak out- because Kanda was still in his jeans and blue t-shirt, regardless that Allen's half-asleep hand had managed to worm it's way under said shirt. He heard her giggle quietly, "Just wanted to tell you we're heading to bed." Kanda had to smirk at that, never missing a chance to tease either of them.

"So, that's why you decided to stay the weekend?" He didn't look up from the computer this time, but he was sure she was Flaming Tomato colored again.

"Uh," Lenalee didn't seem to have a come back for that, "Shut up." Kanda just laughed in his head as he noted she didn't deny it. But as he kept his eyes on the article, not really paying attention to it, he felt the squirming of the muscles pressed against him as Lenalee spoke again. "Does he sleep like that all the time?" Kanda could hear the laughter in her question, but decided, as he knew Allen was waking up, not to play along.

"Not all the time. Probably just tired." He let his eyes lift from the computer this time to look at her, noting the small smile on her lips.

"I'm surprised you talking doesn't wake him up," she giggled. Kanda dove for that one.

"He can sleep through a hurricane- I could be yelling at you, and he wouldn't wake up from just that." Like a kid, he reminded himself, as long as you don't try to take their stuffed animal, they'd sleep through anything. Lenalee seemed to understand as she smiled, and then gave a small nod.

"Well," she chuckled now and Kanda had to smirk, "Off to bed." He wanted to laugh at the blush on her cheeks. "Night."

"Night," He agreed, "Shut the door, please." And there was a full body still, before Lenalee let out another nervous laugh, her blush doubled, and she dashed out, pulling the door securely closed behind her. Kanda did chuckle that time.

But so did Allen, "That was cruel." Kanda let out an immediate scoff.

"So," he replied, though he knew Allen wouldn't reply. And he was right, because right then, Allen turned so his back was on the bed, and Kanda watched fascinated (and quickly aroused) as the muscles in his body stretched and tensed, coiled and relaxed. He would have put money on it, that Allen did it on purpose. Because, in a fluid motion the stretching ceased and Allen had gracefully pushed the laptop away and seated himself in Kanda's lap.

"Missed you," he heard Allen whisper just before their lips were melding- and not that Kanda would admit it- knocking the wind out of him. It was a mutual thing.

There were a lot of things in his life Kanda wasn't okay with admitting, in public and some even with his family. But he'd always been pleasantly annoyed with how easy talking to Allen was. They fought like cats, but that was how Kanda functioned best- because when they were bickering he found that saying anything was easy and when Allen bickered back. The other male always knew exactly what to say to make him feel like life really was just that easy. But- in the nice kind of way that made him want to slow down and savor every moment. And when with Allen, he always tried to- not that he'd admit that.

But he did savor the feeling of Allen's tattooed hands as they quickly removed him of his shirt and then quickly began to molest him. He savored the feeling of Allen's hair as his left hand ran through it to keep him attached as he moved to sit up a bit, pushing Allen back further against his now very excited self.

He savored every noise, breath and sight that Allen offered him- because Kanda could easily remember the panic that the thought of Allen leaving gave him. He would be lying if he didn't say: half of the time, he didn't understand why Allen stayed with him. But, regardless of the fights, they were both still here. Kanda just didn't know if he was overly willing to change that. But in the last two weeks without him right there, Kanda had reaffirmed that he was willing to do whatever it took to keep him happy.

And in a rare show of need, Kanda softly sat up, Allen still perched on his lap, and pushed the slightly-older man back onto their bed. He let Allen's lips turn into a curious pout as he trailed kisses to the man's neck, only to shoot right back up and kiss him to stop the question he could see coming. "Shut up and relax," he bit out with a glare and then quickly resumed. He heard Allen chuckle a bit, but then felt him relax. Kissing his way down Allen's pale chest, Kanda paid his nipples mind, and more mind to slipping his fingers into the waistband on the basketball shorts and began to slide them down-

And Kanda was trying, really hard, in his head to not chicken out- though Allen mewling as he slide the shorts off and began to suck him off defiantly helped.

He began to work off his own belt only as he felt Allen's still (somehow) functioning toes begin to bat at it. Then moving his hand to secure the leg back against the comforter, and growling deep in his throat to make sure it stayed there, he moved to slip off his pants. A little late, he remembered he'd gone commando today because of the laundry situation- regardless that he'd cleaned them all before Lenalee, Lavi and Alma had showed up. Allen seemed to not mind though and he quickly turned on the bed to begin his work. Kanda wouldn't stop that- ever- because it didn't necessarily mess up his plan.

But he knew he was out of time- wouldn't let himself chicken out either- as Allen finally got impatient and reached toward the nightstand, pushing the laptop up on top of it at the same time and opened the drawer.

"Uhm, hey," Kanda found himself gritting out, arms draping themselves over his eyes, and his erection waning as he felt himself blushing. He hated this. He heard Allen close the drawer, but not move from the edge of the bed, and Kanda hoped he had actually gotten the lube out.

"Yeah," Allen responded slowly, and Kanda could hear the confusion overflowing in his voice.

Kanda cleared his throat, "Uhm," he couldn't help pausing before just blurting out, "Doyouwannaswitch?" And there was a pause. A really long pause, where when he finally moved his arms just a bit to see Allen's face, Kanda felt his erection return ten fold in two seconds, making his head spin.

There was this smile that Kanda knew all the Walker males possessed, that he knew could make any man or woman drop the pants in two second and it was scrolled across Allen's face right that second.

"That's a silly question," Allen finally responded as Kanda felt himself groan and returned his arm over his face, feeling Allen finally begin back across the bed toward him. "But why? You hate it." He felt this pause too, where Allen made his way across the bed, arm stretching over Kanda's hips, as Allen started- knowing that if Kanda had already asked, it was already decided- laying lazy kisses over his hips.

And yes, that was also a fact- they had done it before... with Kanda taking. And yes, Kanda hadn't exactly been fond of it. Allen hadn't been rough, but Allen was also a lot better at making his head spin just the right way that would have him dizzy for days- and Kanda had then gotten jealous and they'd had the second of those four fights that Kanda would have rather not thought about again. Because- Allen had not always been his, and Kanda is crazy-possessive.

His erection was pulsing and Allen had a finger up his ass before he found the right response. "But you do." And regardless that it hadn't made any sense with the question, and that it was nearly three minutes late- Allen paused, and sat up- finger still up his ass and both of their dicks touching. Kanda had intended "Because you do like fucking me" but Allen seemed to understand everything.

"Is that what this is about," Allen nearly squeaked, and Kanda felt his eyes roll before a very odd pause. In which, suddenly Allen's finger wasn't up his ass, and Kanda knew they were both on the same page- because then Allen was leaning over him, lube covered hands holding his face and was kissing the life out of him. Kanda didn't care, and let his own hands slide into Allen's hair again- realizing that as they kissed, Allen was the perfect size for Kanda to fuck, but not really the other way around. But with a tilt of his shoulders Allen's hand was back at Kanda's ass, and Kanda was being prepped again.

And suddenly the tender kind of atmosphere was gone, and there was a heat- where neither seemed to be able to keep their breath. Because Allen was kissing him, and Allen was jerking him off, and Allen had his fingers up his ass- amazingly at the same time, and there was just too much to feel.

And only a minute of so later, Kanda remembered the most erotic sight he'd ever seen- because one of the just right things Allen knew was that Kanda really did love to watch him when they had sex. And watching Allen Walker fall apart because Allen Walker was fucking him, while feeling Allen Walker's dick in his ass, and Allen Walker's hand around his dick jerking him off... That was the most erotic sight Yuu Kanda had ever seen.

Even if, with this decision- taking in Robin's still unborn child, while it's mother and father continued their careers- would lead to it happening a bit less in a few months.

Hi, welcome to the bottom. We have a cannon... No, not really. (Sadface)

But seriously, (laughs her ass off). How many people saw that one coming? Remember how in the club, Maggie had asked Allen if he'd seen Bird- which is Robin's nickname. Well~! That may have been why. (Grin)

And I did play with the idea of Devitto's crazy grin being familial, or at least a learned trait that they all probably picked up fro their fathers. (Smiles) I finds that crazy-ass Noah smiles kinda awesome, so after seeing Allen with it in the latest chapter, and being totally fulfilled that Kanda is a bad-ass, I had to make it so. (Grin) I love it, personally.

But yeah, I really feel Kanda on this one. I'm apparently a terrible communicator... so~, here's my tribute to myself, and I proverbial kick in the ass. (Smirks) I hope you enjoyed, the family, Cross causing debt, Lenalee being awkward, A day at the Walker/Kanda home/appartment, and sexy-time. (Grin), I had fun writing it.

All reviews are appreciated, and you other people should stop lurking. (Smiles)
Thanks always,
-Aseru