A/N: Sorry everyone! Things had been so hectic in school lately, and with my lack of muse, I can barely type in anything for this new chapter! D8 Sorry! Really sorry for those who waited for so long!

And YAY!! -Man manga is back! XD

And for kaydoodle and all the others who reviewed again just to inspire me to update, thank you!! It worked! :))

There's hints of lemon in here, by the way. I hope I don't offend anyone. No graphic sex, of course.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own D. Gray-man.

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Chapter 6

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"One more time!"

"Wait a minute, damn it!" Kanda growled, standing in a slightly crouched position in front of Allen who stood straight and agile, with a confident look on his semi-flushed face. Droplets of sweat meticulously trickled down their foreheads, falling from their skin and crashing on the floor like clear crystals shattering into infinite pieces. Kanda released abrupt gasps for air, his chest rising and falling in synchrony with his labored breath. They had been training all afternoon, nonstop for the past five hours, with only seconds taken from their water break for rest.

"Getting tired so quickly, Kanda?" Allen sneered, that crooked grin playing upon his face. "I thought that you'd be already used to these kinds of hardcore training. You train early every morning, right?"

"I train hardcore with my hands, beansprout," Kanda snapped, straightening up as he shook away some bothersome droplets of sweat. "The footwork just follows. I never wanted to grow up as a clown, so I never bothered with those ridiculous leg acrobatics."

"Well, you can say that, but still. You shouldn't be tiring out so quickly. It'd been just five hours. Normally, I could do seven straight hours of acrobatics without losing my breath," Allen boasted, giving Kanda another pitying look. "Ah, nevermind. I realize my mistake, Kanda," he drawled, obviously for the sake of annoying the other boy. "I should have taken into consideration your weakness when it came to non-sword-related stuff. I'm sorry for overestimating you."

Kanda's eyes narrowed as he glared daggers at the cocky, silver-haired boy who was really starting to piss him off. Oh god. If he just be granted with just a minute. Just one minute of having motile hands again, Kanda would gladly use it to beat the crap out of this damn beansprout. Just one minute. That was all he needed.

"Shut it, beansprout," he hissed, becoming really dead serious to use his feet in order to land a good kick at the other boy's soft spot. Both his "dead" arms were tied behind his back by straps of cloth he had requested from Komui, since he knew that it would be very difficult to maintain his balance if his arms were free. He might look ridiculous, but at least he wasn't tripping and toppling around like some idiotic klutz. "Stop talking and just continue with the training," he added, his voice more or less imperative. "Or are you the one getting tired?"

"Hmph," Allen scoffed, and resumed his battle stance. "Fine. If you really want to get beaten up that much, I'm not protesting."

Kanda narrowed his eyes and crouched down into his original battle position. For a few seconds, silence and immobility lingered between the two. Then, as if someone had just sneezed, both men abruptly pushed against the hard floor, propelling their bodies towards each other like nuclear missiles as the intent to inflict pain maliciously radiated between the two. Allen twisted his upper body and executed a flawless roundhouse kick, which was then deflected by Kanda as he stopped the attacking leg with his own, and bending his own body to improve his flexibility, he wrapped his leg around Allen's suspended one. Planning to destroy Allen's balance, Kanda twisted his whole body and applied ample force on his leg, attempting to pull Allen's entrapped leg towards a direction that wasn't at all favorable for him.

Allen wasn't oblivious of this though, and so he turned his body to the opposite direction, willing to oppose Kanda's strength. He released his other leg from the floor, catching himself with his hands before he completely fell on the floor. In the brief fraction of a second, Allen used the free foot to land a kick on Kanda's chest. The samurai foresaw this attack and released Allen's foot in order to jump away from Allen's kick. However, he wasn't going to give up. Over my dead body, his mind growled. As his desperation grew, he purposely made his body fall backwards, and as his back hit the floor, his legs brusquely kicked up, landing a square kick at Allen's shoulder.

The silver-haired boy gasped at the impact, and before he could recover, the merciless samurai used his legs to kick Allen's arms away, making the boy clumsily and painfully topple onto the ground. With adrenaline and fury powered muscles, Kanda managed to pin Allen to the ground in no time. "This is payback, beansprout," he hoarsely whispered, and sharply withdrew his head. Allen's eyes widened, knowing that kind of action. But before he could move his own head away, Kanda's hard forehead came clashing down against his own, sending blinding ripples of pain all throughout his body.

"GAAHH!!!" he shouted in agony, writhing in pain, and attempting to remove Kanda from his body but all in vain. Kanda was kneeling at the boy's arms – more pain – and sitting at his waist, making it impossible for him to land a decent kick. "Goddamit, what the hell was that for?!" he hollered, glaring murderously at Kanda's satisfied face.

"It's payback, beansprout," Kanda smirked, staring down at the boy with an uncompassionate expression. "For insulting me earlier. For kicking me and hitting me during those previous hours of training. And…oh," he paused and then leaned closer to Allen's face, that snide look still upon his masculine features. "Silly me. I take that back. It wasn't really payback , beansprout," he smoothly whispered, his horribly sexy voice stunning Allen who finally got over the pain and realized how near Kanda's face was. "I just felt like hurting you, that's all."

Kanda immediately withdrew his head, expecting Allen to suddenly snap at him for his latest remark. But the lack of a reaction caught his attention, and perplexed, he looked down at the younger boy, frowning in confusion at that dumbfounded look on Allen's face. And was that pink tint a blush? What the hell was he blushing about?

"Oi, beansprout," he urged, feeling rather awkward. "Maybe you forgot so I guess I'll remind you. This is the right time for you to be angry."

Kanda's words failed to register in Allen's shocked mind. God, he could feel it. He could feel it despite that barrier of cloth that separated them. Why, oh, why, did Kanda have to sit on his crotch? Of all god damn places…why there? The heat was rushing up to Allen's cheeks, and blood was flooding his face…but it was also accumulating elsewhere. The boy's eyes widened in alarm as he realized how hard he was getting there. Oh, god. God of all the universe, help me! God of all the innocence, wake the fuck up and lend me a hand! Get him off! Get him off! Allen can't risk it. If he gets a full erection, Kanda would definitely feel it. And only god knows what would happen after that.

But do you really want to get him off you? A small, taunting voice whispered from the deepest depths of his mind.

Hell yeah! He indignantly replied, knowing fully well what that voice was implying.

Oooh…really now? Don't you want to get past your "kissing" stage and enter a whole new level? You're not contented with those midnight escapades and you know it. You can't deny it. You want him. You want more than just his lips. You want his—

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" he suddenly burst out, yelling so loudly that Kanda was momentarily stunned. Allen took advantage of this situation and pushed the samurai off his body, stepping away quickly. For a few moments the two of them stared silently at each other, one of them flushed and the other one confused. This training session was turning into something more awkward than they had anticipated. "I…um…" he started, wondering how he should explain it. For the past five hours they had been training properly, and nothing as close as this had ever happened. Until now, that is.

"Whatever, beansprout," Kanda cut him off as he stood up and wiped the disoriented look from his face. "That was a really late reaction, and it sucked, but anyway," he paused, and glanced at the wall clock across him. "Time's up. Training's over. I'm going to Komui for a moment and ask him something. You go and get my dinner. Soba, with chopsticks. If you still can't use chopsticks, go get a wooden fork. I don't like a metallic taste in my food."

He was oddly looking away from Allen, his eyes transfixed only at the door. Allen felt a bit uneasy about this but he didn't mention anything. "Okay…" he mumbled, and after his reply, Kanda quickly made his way out of the room without a single "good-bye" or even an annoying remark to irritate Allen for the last time. Allen frowned slightly. What was wrong with Kanda?

A feeling of dread suddenly engulfed his body, and his eyes snapped downwards, staring at his lower regions. As he gawked at that conspicuously protruding bump between his legs, only two words escaped his mouth.

"Oh shit."

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Kanda kicked his door shut and jumped into his bed, burying his blushing face into the feathery regions of his pillow. He could feel it. He could feel his member pulsating and aching as he pressed it against the mattress. God, it was a good thing his erection didn't appear until he was out of the training grounds. It would be impossible for him to face Allen ever again if ever the boy sees how turned on he was because of what happened.

Kanda never expected this to happen. Never in his dreams had he imagined himself to be turned on by a boy. Well, almost never. Kanda could vaguely remembered that dream he had the previous night, where he came upon some unknown but strangely familiar boy who was oddly beautiful and attractive in his eyes. He couldn't remember the boy's distinct features. All that lingered was the feel of his lips against his.

But I certainly didn't get an erection during that time, his mind protested, attempting to save some of the dignity he had left. Kanda cursed silently, and buried his head into the pillow. How could he have been so careless? That moment, that dastardly moment, when he had felt something rubbing against his groin, was the moment when his self-control snapped. Kanda couldn't really deny it. He couldn't deny how seeing Allen's erection had really turned him on.

Disgusting, the cold part of his mind hissed. Shut it away, Kanda. Shut it down. It's immoral. It's disgusting. It's not how a warrior should think or act.

Why not? A new voice came in, this time filled with liberation. What's so wrong about it? Weren't you just being true to yourself?

Shut up, the other voice hissed. It's wrong. You're both men. Right from the start you weren't meant to be with each other.

How come? The other one challenged.

The cold voice just hissed and receded back into silence, thinking of nothing else to reply.

Kanda closed his eyes and blocked out all those odd voices that kept whispering into his mind. All in all, he was bewildered by all these new sets of emotions and sensations he had never encountered in his nineteen years of living. All his life he had been training and fighting to become the warrior he wanted to be. All those years he had kept his emotions at minimum, making his strongest feelings to be only those of loyalty, honest, camaraderie and occasional kindness. Infatuation? Love? Lust? Never.

Absentmindedly he licked his lips, and from there he remembered the plans he made just this morning. Catch the kisser.

A sigh escaped his lips as he sat up and stood up, making his way towards the door. Komui had modified his door so that it would open with a simple kick. The samurai left his room and started walking towards the Supervisor's office, hoping that Komui was done making the gadget he had specially requested. The gadget that would be his key weapon in catching the culprit behind that luscious kiss.

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Dinner didn't go well.

Allen was expecting things to be back to normal after that awkward epilogue of their first training session, but alas, his hopes was devastatingly crushed.

Kanda had eaten so fast and without a single fuss or word, that the soba disappeared within minutes. Allen thought that he was just really hungry, and that they could have their usual chat afterwards, but when Kanda swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, he declared that he wanted to go to sleep early. And so, Allen had no choice but to say goodnight and exit without another word. Kanda didn't even ask for his usual massage.

Did he notice? Allen asked his self for the umpteenth time as he paced around his room, his movements frantic and confused. Half an hour had passed since he left Kanda, and still, he couldn't get his self to stop being restless. Did he notice my erection? Does he think I'm some kind of pervert now, who gets turned on by being straddled by undeniably beautiful men like him? Oh god, what have I done?

Again and again he asked his self these questions, moving back and forth from one side of his room to the other. His brows were bent into a concentrated frown, while thick drops of sweat flowed out of his spores, marking how anxious he just was. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I—

His chain of redundant questions was cut off when he failed to notice the chair in front of him and tripped. A small groan escaped his lips as his face collided with the floor, bruising his lips a bit, and making a part of it bleed. Automatically, his tongue licked the wound, and that was when he remembered the kiss he and Kanda shared when he was asleep. They had kissed two times already, and Allen wondered if it would ever happen a third time.

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Did he want it to happen again?

Yes, he did, but Allen knew that he shouldn't. It was wrong. All wrong. That logical part of his mind was right. It was immorally disgusting. This kind of lust shouldn't exist.

I think I better get a girlfriend, Allen sighed in exhaustion as he picked himself up and lied down on his bed, staring silently at the ceiling. To go or not to go, he muttered, remembering a famous line from Shakespeare. That is the question. "And a stupid question it is," he muttered to his self, and closed his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't go to Kanda's room tonight, despite Komui's request. That eccentric man had ordered him to keep a record of how many times Kanda's hands would move in his sleep. It was a good thing that Komui didn't request for details about what those hands do whenever they move. That would be a very peculiar set of information indeed.

Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or shouldn't I go? Should I go, or –

"Alright, fine!" Allen stated in exasperation after full five minutes of dealing with those questions again and again. He jumped up from his bed and made his way towards his door. "I'll go there and wait until a couple of fingers twitch, and then I'll leave. No kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing, no kissing…" he continuously muttered as left his room and started walking through the corridors of the dormitory.

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So here he was. Again.

All his mantras and self-promises were for naught, since the moment his eyes caught the twitching movement of Kanda's fingers, Allen immediately drew closer to Kanda's sleeping form. He promised himself that he'd go as soon as a couple of fingers twitched, right? Unfortunately, Allen couldn't help but eagerly agree that his resolve was already weak to begin with, and it didn't hurt to kiss someone sleeping. It wasn't like he was disrupting them or anything.

Allen's eyes gazed at Kanda's face, taking in every single detail. He couldn't stare at him like this whenever Kanda was awake, so Allen took advantage of every second of this moment to memorize the various features and contours of Kanda's whole body.

Beautiful, he thought, no longer minding what his logical mind commented. This is what's really annoying about him, he tenderly thought, a small smile on his lips. His tendency to be so perfect… A beautiful face, a breathtaking body, great fighting skills and intelligence…aside from the attitude, Kanda was PERFECT. The flawless embodiment of a youthful Greek god. That was Kanda.

He inched closer and closer towards the bed, until he was finally leaning over Kanda's lips. As their breaths collided, Allen felt Kanda's supposedly immotile hands move once again and reach for his face. Allen closed his eyes and complied, opening his mouth to welcome Kanda's unconsciously hungry lips.

Their warm tongues met, and once again, for the third time in his life, Allen experienced a taste of heaven. He could feel Kanda's tongue eagerly and semi-roughly exploring his mouth, licking every corner and nibbling on his lower lip every now and then, as if to tease him. This action invited Allen to be more daring, and instead of leaning over, he went on the bed, kneeling over Kanda as he continued exploring the other's mouth. His cheeks were getting more and more crushed, while a completely stiff member was pushing against the thin fabric of his pants, lusting for warmth. Lusting for Kanda.

The voices of protest in his mind were drowned out by the sudden tsunami of lust and desire that engulfed his entire being. Allen wanted more.

Abruptly leaving Kanda's swollen lips, Allen started kissing and sucking at Kanda's jaw, deeply inhaling his distinct scent: A dominant smell of sweet evergreens. Was Kanda using aphrodisiacs as body cologne? God, his smell was driving Allen crazy. Allen continued to kiss and suck, while Kanda's hands wildly responded to his touch, grasping his hair, and pushing his head more against his skin.

Longing for the taste of his lips once again, Allen went back to Kanda's mouth and resumed the kiss they shared, this time with more passion and heat. He was so preoccupied with the kiss that he failed to notice Kanda's hands lose their previous vigor. The lips he was kissing suddenly froze and stiffened, making Allen conclude that once again, heaven was over, and it was time to go. Allen opened his eyes, expecting to see Kanda's peacefully sleeping face.

Instead, what met him was a pair of wide-eyed dark eyes, staring at him with absolute shock.

Kanda was awake.

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A/N: And there it is! Another cliffhanger again! Don't worry! I'll probably update sooner now, since we've got only one week left of school before summer vacation starts! (in my country). XD XD XD

I need inspiration of course! And motivation! So don't forget your reviews, or else this story might end with this chapter. OwO

Hehehehe….Can you go past 110, ne~? *A*

Again, I apologize for the delay in updating. Really now, my school is the new hell. It lacks someone like Kanda in it. –sighs-