Anotha chatptah ^^ Figured since last chapter had less then smutty intentions I should give you some (tee hee). Again, more of a set up for the next chapter then anything else but smutty sex ^^
AN - D. Gray - Man and it's characters aren't mine
Lavi sighed as he threw the folder to the side of his desk, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It had been almost two weeks since the murder had arrived, and they had made tremendous progress in catching him, but were thus far unable to lock him away. Each and every time they felt like they were closing in on him, he slipped from their grasp like smoke.
Lavi groaned, reaching for another file as he prepared to skim through eye witness accounts of the psyco killer. The one thing all witnesses could agree on was that it was a man with a face. Some said tall, others said short, some said he was a body builder, others thought he was squat and fat. A few thought that he was as ugly as a toad while more thought he wore a black ski mask that covered his face.
"No luck?"
Lavi turned his bleary eyes to his equally as tired, but surprisingly perky partner.
"No, you?"
"Don't know," came Tyki's reply, a mischievous grin settling in his features.
"What 'cha got?" Lavi asked, now sharing in Tyki's grin as he glanced at the arm Tyki held behind his back.
"That depends," Tyki teased, "what 'cha gonna give?"
Lavi looked at his partner, and sighed, his shoulders sagging as he understood Tyki's words.
"Umm, I do all your paper work for a month?" Lavi said meekly, hoping that Tyki's intentions were not as devious as they seemed.
Tyki laughed, "That's a nice sentiment my dear partner, but you know exactly what I meant, now!" Tyki exclaimed clapping his hands, "if you wanna know what's in this beautiful little envelope that central sent over, then I get you, in my bed, with handcuffs, for two weeks straight."
Lavi paled, the smirk evident on Tyki's face growing wider by the minute.
"Not so loud Tyki, I don't exactly want the entire precinct to know you like to tie me up and fuck me till I can't walk," Lavi said in hushed tones, his eyes darting around the office to see if any of the other officers had heard.
"I really don't care either way," Tyki mused, "but for the next two weeks, when we both have time off, I want your pert little rabbit ass presented to me with your hands cuffed to the headboard and if you want this letter, that's exactly what I'm gonna get."
Lavi just scowled, but nodded his head in defeat, extending his hand out for the brown manila envelope his partner now gleefully passed him.
"You're off in ten, so read fast bunny."
Lavi looked from Tyki to the clock, trying desperately to close his jaw as he fully understood Tyki's nefariousness.
"W-when did you get this?" Lavi asked timidly, hoping that the letter had only just arrived.
"Um, sometime around ten this morning I think," Tyki said, brushing Lavi off as he made his way over to the coffee machine. "Seven minutes Lavi, then you and I are off for the night," Tyki called loudly over his shoulder, making his partner flinch.
"Great," Lavi groaned, ripping open the envelope and pulling out the files, his eyebrows widening at the big red stamp that read classified. Pulling the file all the way out of the envelope, Lavi eagerly flipped it open, intrigued to find an assortment of letters, notes, and interviews regarding the killer.
Lavi dug around the sheets of paper, spreading them on his desk and examining them with interested eyes, widening them at the sight of the contents
"Read anything good?" Tyki asked, leaning over Lavi's shoulder with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand.
"Very," Lavi whispered, standing up quickly and sloshing the coffee of his companion's hands and sleeves as he scampered off towards Allen's desk at full tilt, the envelope and its contents in hand.
"Allen!"
Allen looked up from his paperwork, startled slightly by the loud intrusion the spiky red head made. Allen watched as Lavi doubled over gasping for air, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
"Wh-why didn't you tell us?" Lavi asked, holding up the brown files and placing them on Allen's desk.
Allen picked up the file with gentle fingers, flipping through the articles and interviews with a sigh. Looking up from the file, Allen shot Lavi an apologetic look.
"Lavi, I'm sorry, but this information was supposed to be classified, for safety's sake. I never meant to hide it, but I had been ordered to remain secretive about the whole thing."
"But, aren`t we supposed to be working together on this case? Keeping secrets about something this substantial-"
"I know Lavi," Allen interrupted, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, "but I was sworn by my head of department to keep it all quiet, even though I desperately wanted to get this information to you guys, I couldn't, not at the beginning anyway. Since this case has progressed longer than we thought, my boss at central thought you should be let in on…that."
Lavi looked from Allen to the file, understanding but still felt slightly hurt at the loss of trust.
"Lavi, if you promise to keep this quiet I promise to tell you and Tyki everything about the incident, fair?"
Lavi looked from the evidence to the detective once more, a slow nod evident to Allen.
"Fine, but tell us everything, O.K?"
Allen smiled, "you got it Lavi, but can I ask you one thing?"
"Name it!"
Allen paused, "why is Tyki seething right behind you?"
Lavi turned, sweat beading on his forehead as he saw his partner standing behind him, his jaw clenched as he held up his now brown sleeve, stained with coffee from Lavi's mad dash.
"U-Um, h-hey Tyki, what's up?"
Tyki glared at the other cop, "my shirt is stained from coffee, you are now six minutes over your shift, and you will not be walking for the next three days I assure you," Tyki growled, grabbing Lavi's arm and pulling him away from the makeshift office.
"I'll uh, talk to you tomorrow about it then?" Allen said meekly, waving at the terrified rabbit as he was dragged off to certain pain.
Screams of pain and agony resonated across the room; blood splattered the tan leather couch and hardwood floors as the beautifully deadly katana raised and fell with the owners strikes. Kanda's face was contorted in concentration as he strained his ears for a sound other than that of agony and pain.
A gurgling sound emanated from the victims throat as he drew his final breaths, the few fingers he had remaining twitching in the pools of his own blood. Kanda flicked off his katana, smearing the blood around his cheeks.
"Kanda Yuu," came a stern voice, commanding yet somehow sweet to Kanda's ears.
"Yes?" Kanda sneered, turning in the direction of the voice.
"You are under arrest for your involvement in the serial killings," Allen said, stepping into the moon's light, twirling a pair of silver handcuffs on his index finger/
"Am I now?"
"Yes, you are," Allen said smiling sweetly, "we have an eye witness who saw you commit many of them."
"Oh?" Kanda mused, stepping towards him, "would this eye witness be any credible?"
"We're not entirely sure," Allen pondered, enjoying the sight of the bloodied samurai approaching him, "he seems to have had, shall we say, intimate relations with the suspect."
"Did he now?"
"Yes, now, if you don't mind, please put your hands on your head so I can cuff you."
"No." Kanda said, standing almost a foot from Allen, an insane grin gracing his features before his lunged at Allen, grabbing the wrist and twisting it harshly behind the detectives back, a hiss of pleasure escaping Allen's mouth at the sharp and sudden pain Kanda had caused him.
Snatching the handcuff out of Allen's hands, Kanda kneed him to the floor and grabbed the other of Allen's wrists before locking the cuffs around them with a smart click.
Allen turned his cheek to the floor, blood smearing around it and catching the tips of his hair as he faced his attacker with an equally sadistic grin.
"Why so hesitant?" Allen asked, dipping his tongue in the blood, leaving a trail of hardwood visible as he cleaned off the blood.
"Just wondering what brought this on, not that I mind," Kanda said, grabbing Allen shirt and tearing it off with a ripping sound, causing Allen to whine in protest.
"Kaaanda," Allen cried, "what about fibers and shit like that? Now I've gotta clean it up."
"Shut up," Kanda softly ordered, trailing his tongue in the groove of Allen's spine, going from the tailbone to Allen's neck, where he began to bite and suck at the crook of Allen's collarbone, edged on by the moans and squeals of delight emanating from Allen's mouth.
"You seemed to have gotten yourself a little messy, my dear detective," Kanda purred, gripping Allen's hair and threw Allen's head back, exposing his neck as Kanda's expert tongue ran over Allen's bloodied cheek.
"I think I need a shower," Allen said breathlessly, trying to turn his head in Kanda's hand to meet the tongue that was washing his face clean of the red mess.
"Hmph," Kanda grinned, pulling Allen up by the cuffs and dragging him to the marbled bathroom, making sure that there was no trail of blood from the body to the shower. Lifting the detective and placing him in the shower, Kanda yanked off the garments covering Allen's growing member in one swift movement.
Allen moved in the tub, using his abs to hoist his torso up in time to see the malicious killer strip down to nothing, shaking his hair loose from the confines of his ponytail; leaning over the tub to turn on the shower, spraying Allen with a shock of cold water.
"Ah!" Allen shuddered, goose bumps appearing on his flesh at the chillness of the water wash over him, relieved when it started to gently warm up.
"Relax, moyashi," Kanda said, stepping into the tub and leaning over Allen, "I'm going to make to you nice and hot in a minute."
"A minute?" Allen crooned, "that's longer than usual Kanda, losing your touch?"
Kanda growled in reply and bit down hard on Allen's tender pink nipple, eliciting a scream of pleasure from Allen, the sound of handcuff's chain tensing as Allen's wrists moved. Grinning, Kanda moved his calloused hand over the other pink nub, the other hand following Allen's wriggling body as he writhed in pure enjoyment.
"K-Kand-a…d-did you know, ah!"
"Did I know what moyashi, Kanda murmured, leaning back to look at the flushed detective covered in dark red marks from where Kanda had kissed and bit him.
"Did you know where I kept the hand cuff key?" Allen asked grinning, as he suddenly moved up to meet Kanda's lips and throwing his now free arms around Kanda's neck, nearly throwing Kanda off had he not been gripping the side of the tub.
Tongues dueled for dominance and Allen slipped his lithe frame over Kanda' s, his legs draping over the serial killers as he rubbed their erections together.
"Actually, detective," Kanda muttered, in between kisses, "I did."
Allen heard a soft click and looked over at his wrists, where he groaned to discover that Kanda had once again cuffed his wrists together, this time around the psychotic killer's neck. Gripping the chain, Kanda pulled Allen's arms downward and brought their bodies closer together, raising Allen up until he was looking down at the psychotic killer.
"No time to prepare you," Kanda whispered, the head of his member pressed against Allen's twitching entrance, temptation boiling within his veins.
"Don't care, I love pain" Allen told Kanda, surprising them both by suddenly sheathing him, encasing Kanda's arousal in his tight heat.
Allen threw his head back and moaned loudly at the contact, the feeling of Kanda inside him almost more than he could handle. Kanda too, moaned at the tightness, but gained his bearings first and attacked Allen's exposed neck as Allen used his legs to move himself up and down, Kanda matching his movements until he heard Allen scream. Smiling at the knowledge that he had hit Allen's sweet spot, Kanda angled himself inside Allen so as to hit him there each and every time.
"Y-uu, I'm – ah – so close…"
"Then cum for me, Allen," Kanda gently ordered, his tongue cleaning off the drool flowing from Allen's gaping mouth.
Allen's fingernails clawed at Kanda's back as he came, releasing his seed over Kanda's stomach and felt his walls tightening around Kanda, his body felt lighter upon hearing his name being echoed off the tiled room.
Flopping over his sadistic lover, the two remained there, connected as the only sound was their ragged breathing and the shower running, dousing the two of them in wonderfully soothing warm water. Gaining their breath back, Kanda gently lifted Allen off him and laid him down on the porcelain tub, his other hand stopping the flow of water and letting it drip off them.
Grabbing the small key from Allen's grasp, Kanda gently undid the handcuffs around Allen's wrists before stepping out of the tub and grabbing his clothes, slipping his lower half into his trousers.
"So where did you get the idea," Kanda murmured, leaning over Allen's splayed body, his arms still thrown over his head, and his body was stretched out as Kanda leaned into kiss him, his still wet hair cascading around the two of them.
"Would you believe me if I told you Lavi gave me the idea?" Allen muttered into Kanda's lips.
"That rabbit?" Kanda asked, confusion crossing his face as he pulled back from Allen.
"Not like that Yuu," Allen sighed, "I overheard Lavi and Tyki talking about it and I thought it was a good idea."
"Hmm," Kanda murmured, his fingers gently caressing the sides of Allen's body as his lips found a scar on Allen's abs and he gently kissed it, the feeling of Allen's fingers weaving into his wet hair.
"Central sent it over," Allen told Kanda, looking down to meet the killer's eyes, "I have to tell the about it." Allen gestured to the scar Kanda was now treating.
"Do you?" Kanda sad, stroking the old wound.
"Yeah," Allen murmured, "wish I didn't though, I like that story to be just ours."
Wooo ^^ don't I just suck? leaving you with a cliffhanger like that. ha ha, oh well, lemme know what you think. If you guys review this story a lot, then I'll write a lot. Although, two of my favorite authors like this story and that is such a big confidence boost that this story is most definitely going to continue ^^