Sooo... I'm back... yeah... IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LACK OF UPDATES ^^; I've been so busy with work and other things that I haven't had time, so, I give you a longer chapter and a steamy little scene at the end *wink wink*

AN - I don't own anything, yadda yadda ya

"What a dick!" Came the disgruntled shout from Allen Walker as he slammed his fists onto his desk

"Calm down, Allen," Chaozii sighed from the other side of the desk, files and papers spread over his desk, partially hidden by the photographs of now multiple crime scenes.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" Allen screeched, "we have gotten NOWHERE with this case, the only thing we do know is that it's a male killer who wields a katana and to top it off, the brilliant shrink they sent us to only told us what we already know!"

"Yes well, you seem a little drained from all this work Allen, I get that this is taking its toll on you Allen, but I don't think it would kill you to go home and get some shut eyes, maybe even work on a different case for a little while…"

"NO!" Allen yelled, stomping away from his desk like a spoilt brat, marching over to the coffee machine and pouring a steaming cup of hot black liquid, rubbing his eyes.

As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Chaozii was right, it had been almost three days since he had gotten more than four consecutive hours of sleep, and he still wasn't getting anywhere. Allen sighed, leaning over the counter of the staff kitchen, feeling the cool marble against his forehead relaxing him, if just for a moment.

Allen felt his eyes close shut, the memories of various crime scenes and bodies flashing through his memories. The autopsies, the lab reports, findings, and weapon markings bouncing off the inside of his skull as words and phrases touched his ears.

Allen remained still for a few seconds longer, before opening his eyes and casting an inconspicuous glance around the break room, ensuring his solitude. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Allen retrieved his wallet and flipped it open, revealing a neatly folded piece of paper with beautiful handwriting.

Enjoying my game,

You should have fun while you can,

Little Moyashi.

Allen swallowed thickly, his eyes narrowing at the scrap of paper with the threat emblazed on it. It had shown up at his doorstep one night late after one such gruesome murder and Allen had, in so many words, relieved himself. The letter came as a surprise for the rookie detective who lay flushed and panting on his couch.

Pulling himself together, Allen slipped on his black slacks and ran on weak legs to pull open the door and scour the hallway, only to find it empty and barren. Returning to his home, Allen shut and locked the door before securing the letter safely in his hand and pulling the note from the confines of the envelope, his eyes widening at the sight of the words on the paper.

According to his orders, Allen was to hand everything and anything pertaining to the case, which surely meant the challenge note he received; yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to do so. Perhaps it was his pride or maybe it was the fact that the killer had made this personal; either way, Allen hadn't turned it in but he promised himself he would if another one should show up or the killer was caught.

"Hey, Allen?"

Allen turned to the source of the voice, slowly closing the wallet and gulping down a swig of coffee.

"What's up Chaozii?"

Chaozii looked almost apologetic as he walked to stand by Allen, "sorry to interrupt you, but we just had a call and, umm…"

"They found another one, haven't they?" Allen asked, sucking back the last of his coffee.

"Yeah," Chaozii sighed, filling his travel mug with the last of the coffee, "you ready to go?"

Allen replaced his wallet inside his pocket with a curt nod, "ready when you are."

The room was dingy and cold, layers of filth and grime covered almost every inch of the bedroom, the atmosphere almost befitting of the mutilated and mangled corpse lying on the bed. Moth-eaten sheets matched the hideous curtains, save for the crimson pool which had dripped to the floor and splattered on the wall, contrasting the dirty grey washed walls.

What was left of the woman was contorted in pain and anguish, her chest carved in such a fashion that her ribs were protruding from the flesh that appeared to be peeling from her body like ancient paint. Her hazel eyes stared at an unknown spot on the celling, wide in terror and spotted in blood.

Allen and Chaozii stood at the doorway of the victim's bedroom, neither one of them saying a word to each other as their eyes trailed the scene in front of them. Taking a deep breath, Allen made the first move by stepping into the room and pulling out his camera.

"Different demographic this time, eh?" Chaozii muttered, he too, stepping into the room behind his partner and slipped on his gloves, commenting on the state of disarray the room was in.

"Yeah," Allen replied, "our other victims so far had been rich business men, but according to the tenants lists and police record, she's a poor hooker, most likely addicted to heroin or some other drugs; save for the brutality and macabre of this murder, she probably wouldn't have been connected to the killer."

Chaozii said nothing, but proceeded to kneel by the bed, flicking on a small portable black flashlight to examine the worn wood floor for any traces of evidence. Dropping to his hands and knees, he beamed the light to flash on the far end of the overlaying sheets, illuminating nothing but dust, dead insects, and a small deep red stain due to the blood seeping through the mattress and onto the floor. Chaozii swept the area thoroughly but swiftly, sighing when nothing of suspicion caught his watchful eyes.

"Nothing," he announced straightening up only to see the spot previously occupied by Allen to be vacant, his partner having left the bedroom.

Standing, Chaozii strode over to the doorway and craned his neck around, finding his friend flicking his own flashlight around the woman's living room, pulling at the couch cushions and turning them over one by one.

"Okay," Allen murmured, not looking up from his work, his gloved hands padding the springs in the seat, affirming that his eyes were finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Chaozii cocked his head to the side, worry and concern crossing his face. His eyes saw the deep rings under Allen's eyes had grown immensely and his action had become dull and listless, made out of routine and habit more than any actual purpose or direction. Countless times over the past few days Chaozii had tried to get his partner to show any signs of life, but to no avail; no amount of begging, pleading, bribing, or comforting would bring back the old Allen he knew. True, there had been cases similar to this in the past where Allen nearly lost himself he worked so hard, but they only lasted four days at most and Allen always stopped before he reached his limit. This one was entirely different; Chaozii feared that this one would break him.

"Allen, listen, why don't we-"

"There's nothing in the couch cushions or in any of the end tables, save for a bible. I'm going to check the kitchen; can you do a full sweep of the carpet while I do that?" Allen said swiftly, cutting Chaozii off with a request that sounded more like an order than anything else.

Chaozii did nothing but gape at Allen's retreating back as the younger of the two walked deftly into the tiny and disgusting kitchen, his pristine white hair disappearing behind the divider. Sighing, Chaozii closed his mouth and decided that the best course of action at the time would be to follow the orders given to him and resume their conversation, by force if necessary.

Allen groaned once he was sure that he was out of earshot of his partner, hoping that he had avoided yet another drawn out conversation with his partner about how he needed to ease up and relax. A conversation he would fight, but knew was wrong.

The killer had made the fight personal, provoking Allen and drove him to the deprived state he was in now. Rubbing his eyes, Allen risked as glance at his reflection in the murky window, wincing at the sight of his baggy eyes and deep rings. Turning from the dirt streaked glass pane, Allen shuffled around the kitchen, photographing every detail of the dirtied pots, pans, and counter tops before digging through them with gloved hands.

The wooden doors creaked loudly as Allen eased open the cabinets, the sparse Tupperware and plastic dishes collecting dust on the dirty shelves. Rifling through them, Allen felt more than saw the shelving as his hands padded them down, dust clouds forming as he did so.

Allen's fingertips brushed against dead bugs, containers and…paper.

Allen froze at the feeling of a small, flat object that moved when his fingers did. Applying pressure, Allen slid the paper into his view; his blood froze when he saw a cream-coloured envelope, not unlike the one he had received a few nights ago.

With shaking hands, Allen flipped open the envelope and pulled out the paper, the inscription on the paper in the same style of writing as the one before.

I knew you'd find this,

I look forward to meeting,

Little moyashi.

"Allen?"

Chaozii's voice cut through the silence like a knife, startling Allen out of his reprieve. Turning to the doorway, Allen's silver eyes widened as they met, the letter in his hands shaking as his hands did.

"What are you reading?" Chaozii asked quietly, his eyes wandering downward to the trembling letter in his partner's hands.

"Wh-what?" Allen's voice came above a whisper when he spoke.

"What are you reading?" Chaozii's voice came a little more aggressively, taking steps toward Allen and the note. "I asked you, what is that!" Chaozii practically growled, ripping the letter out of Allen's stunned hands, snapping him into action.

"Chaozii, no wait! It's nothing, it's just, um, a-"

Allen stopped speaking and struggling against Chaozii when he saw his partner's eyes widen at the words on the note.

"Allen, what is this?" Chaozii whispered.

"Give it back, it's nothing!" Allen said hurriedly, snatching the letter out of the other detective's hands and folding it in his clasped hands.

Chaozii watched his partner curl over his hands so as to protect the piece of paper from view, his normally bright silver eyes practically quivered with fear and widened while they watched the tiled floor.

"Allen," Chaozii became timid in his words once more, his steps tentative as he approached his partner.

Placing his hand gently on Allen's shoulder, Chaozii gently shook his partner his partner back to the present. Glancing up, Allen met Chaozii's concerned face, realization dawning in his as he finally came to terms with the situation and how his behaviour seemed.

"Chaozii, I-I'm – " Allen stumbled over his words, trying to explain his actions that made sense without furthering his own guilt.

"Explain on the way to the precinct, we're done here," Chaozii said firmly, gripping Allen's arm and pulled him towards the exit of the dingy little apartment, grabbing the keys out of Allen's own pocket as he went.

"WHAT!"

The thunderous roar rattled the office windows in the police station, making several officers and criminals jump in their seats. The target of the furious voice stood impassively in the center of the office, his face downcast and hands were clasped in front of him, his mind reeling.

"Let me get this straight," Cross murmured dangerously, leering over his desk at Allen, "you received a letter a few days ago, something vital to the case, and you deliberately withheld it?" Cross hissed the last part of the sentence venomously, almost daring Allen to answer.

Allen swallowed the lump in his throat, "yes."

Cross leaned back, his hands were folded over his desk and looked over at Allen with glaring eyes.

"I'm assuming you have a reasonable explanation?"

Allen braved a glance up at his superior, "I thought that the letter was just a prank or a joke of some sort, so I didn't think I would take it seriously until a second one cropped up but-"

"Didn't. Take it. SERIOUSLY!" Cross screamed, slamming his fist on the top of his desk, sending papers and pens flying, "we're in the middle of a serious homicide, with a serial killer on the lose; you should have figured that ANY and ALL leads should come through this station, so I make myself clear!"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir but – "

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Cross boomed, interrupting Allen and startling him, "I expected better from you, Detective Walker; NEVER, in all my years, has a detective done something so STUPID! YOU are off this case and are hereby SUSPENDED!"

"But sir –"

"DON'T START! You're lucky this isn't costing you your badge, do you hear me? I'm letting you off easy because you do good work, but I'm willing to change my mind! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sir," Allen mumbled, looking back down at the floor once more.

"Now, do you have anything else hidden away or is this all?"

"No sir, the letter was the only thing."

Cross stared at Allen a few moments longer before continuing, "I'm still sending an officer to go through your things at you house and your desk. You are to remain under suspension until either this case is solved or I deem you fit to come back in, understood?"

Allen glared at Cross for a brief moment, an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes for a moment before he cast his eyes downward once more, "Yes Sir."

Cross watched as his detective turned and left his office, an invisible shudder ran through his body as he recalled the deadly tone of his voice and the flicker of what Cross would describe as murderous intent in his silver eyes.

A laugh escaped Allen's lips as he was slammed into the white wash walls, before crushing lips and tongue attacked him, ravishing him much to his thorough enjoyment. Fighting back, Allen raked his nails up Kanda's jacketed back, tugging and trying to rip the offending garment off of the deranged samurai.

Slender legs wrapped around Kanda's waist as muscular arms hoisted Allen above the floor, the silverette now having to lean down to resume their devious antics. Allen wrapped his arms around the killer's neck, pressing the lips in a desperate, thirsty, needing desire.

Kanda reluctantly pulled apart from Allen, the detective's tongue still hanging out of his mouth almost in shock if the loss of warmth. Kanda moved his lips down Allen's jugular, nipping and sucking one the sensitive flesh, understanding why he shouldn't, but desperately wanting to mark Allen for his own.

Allen moaned loudly at this and touch the crown of his head to the wall, begging Kanda to take more of him and never stop.

"Ugh – God Kanda –ah –more," Allen begged, knowing full well the effect it would have on the samurai beneath him, a laugh escaping his deranged smile when he heard and felt the deep throaty growl pass through Kanda's mouth.

Allen looked down at his attacker through lust filled eyes, yet another shiver coursed through his body as he saw pure primal need in those cobalt eyes followed swiftly by a curled corner of the lip. The strong arms that were supporting Allen began descending with Kanda's body until his knees hit the wooden floor, Allen now seated firmly in his lap with long fingers sliding down the sides of his waist until they settled on his hips, tugging on his belt loops and holding him firmly in place.

"My, my, needy aren't you, detective moyashi," Kanda murmured, his tongue caressing the shell of Allen's ear sending even more shivers through Allen's body, "what would happen if I were to get up and leave you here, hmm?"

"N-no~" Allen whined, pressing his sensitive body closer to Kanda's perfectly sculpted one.

"No?" Kanda teased huskily, long fingers teasing and tugging off the smaller man's shirt, "do you need it that badly?"

"Yes, please Kanda, give it to me, please," Allen begged, his eyes pleading when they met Kanda's cobalt ones, innocent and wide before switching to malice in a heartbeat. "Besides," Allen purred, slowly grinding his hips against Kanda's, "you need this just as much as me, don't you?"

Kanda's fingers moved to meet in the center of Allen's pants, gently tugging at the black belt that kept Allen from him, a small snap was heard from the clasp of Allen's pants, a wide smirk now plastered on his face as Allen lifted his hips up for easier access before returning to grind against Kanda, the waves of pleasure making them both gasp.

Unable to bear it any longer, Kanda slid Allen's pants clean off his body before sliding his down enough to expose himself before Allen's thighs squeezed his own closer. Slight confusion crossed his face as he looked up to meet Allen's devious one.

"Too long," Allen whispered in Kanda's ear, surprising Kanda when he positioned himself over Kanda's throbbing member.

Realization dawned on Kanda's face and confusion was very quickly replaced with a mixture of excitement, lust, and greed as his hands settled once more on Allen's hips. Allen bit his lower lip as he looked into the needy smug face of his psychotic killer, his own primal need beginning to fill them both.

Slowly, Allen lowered himself onto Kanda, hissing in pleasure as he felt Kanda fill him completely, his fingernails slid into Kanda's open shirt and gripped his shoulder blades, the moan that escaped Kanda almost enough to send Allen over the edge. The pressure of his hips increased and Kanda dug his nails into Allen, his lips grazing Allen's ear once more.

"Is that it?"

Allen grinned almost wickedly, "hardly."

Kanda felt Allen's legs begin to move as he raised until Allen was almost free of Kanda, before Allen's hips slammed back into his lover's, a howl of pleasure escaped his lips as his prostate was hit dead on. Kanda gasped as Allen's tight heat suddenly enveloped him, the fingers digging into Allen's pale flesh clutched onto him hard enough to leave crescent moon shaped red marks, almost hard enough to make him bleed.

"Ah –Kanda, so full, - uh –so good," Allen moaned, his lithe body thrusting Kanda in and out of him, his blunt nails scraping the flesh on Kanda's shoulders while his head was thrown back, leaving the creamy flesh of his neck exposed as he moaned unrestrained at the ecstasy now coursing through his veins.

"What a dirty mouth you have," Kanda rasped, his teeth scraping the flesh on Allen's neck as he suckled greedily at the unmarked skin. "And what a lewd body you have to match," Kanda murmured, his hands moving from the slender hips to grasp Allen's bouncing member, the other sliding up his partner's sweat covered back.

Allen gasped at the feeling of Kanda's firm yet calloused hand grasping him, his arms wrapping around Kanda's neck in an attempt to meld their bodies together. Slowly, Kanda began pumping in time with Allen's trusts, the feeling of euphoria on increasing in Allen's body as he felt Kanda angle his body so that waves of pleasure rocked through his body with each impact the two of them made.

"K-Kanda, I'm – ah – gonna-"

"Not yet you're not," Kanda murmured, his hand gripping Allen tightly, restricting Allen from his release.

"Nya! Kand-a, please," Allen begged, his body quivering from both desire and desperation to be relieved, his hands returning to claw at Kanda's shoulders in an attempt to persuade him.

Kanda smiled coldly down at the detective now shuddering in his arms, his other hand sliding up Allen's back to rest on his snow white hair, weaving and stroking it with ease and gentleness.

"No."

"Nng," Allen whined, tears now pricking at the corners of his eyes as he looked into Kanda's cobalt ones, his hands still clutching onto Kanda's shoulders as his body remained pressed to the psychotic killer's.

Kanda chuckled at how desperate the young man looked shivering into him, the tears in his eyes almost ready to fall as he begged for release.

"Please," Allen's voice came above a whisper, his hands finally moving from the strong shoulders to lightly touch Kanda's face.

"Hmph," Kanda's own hand moved from the soft white locks to cover Allen's. "If you insist."

A sharp thrust expertly angled by Kanda sent Allen screaming once more, but the hand clutching his member stubbornly refused to move while the heat that pooled in his belly increased exponentially. Screams of pleasure increased in volume as Allen rode Kanda, the sound mingled with pleas and whines as he begged desperately for release.

Kanda moved the restricting hand with agonizing slowness, stroking Allen as he was pushed to the edge.

"Ah –Yuu!" Allen screamed as he was finally allowed to cum, his fluids spraying over Kanda's stomach and hand as his walls tightened around the samurai.

Kanda himself moaned loudly at the feeling of Allen's tightness, releasing himself only moments after his partner, his hands wrapping themselves around Allen's shoulders as the slender man slumped over gasping for air is the psychopath's arms.

The pair remained silent save for the deep breaths Allen took trying to salvage his composure, his head resting against Kanda's sweat streaked chest as he inhaled the musky scent that he had come to love. Pulling up from his position, Allen angled his head to look Kanda in the eye.

"You're cruel," he murmured, sliding out of Kanda gently, groaning at the loss of contact as Allen felt the milky substance slide down his thighs as he and Kanda were physically separated.

"Heh," Kanda laughed lightly, kissing Allen fully on the lips while his eyes cast a brief glance over to the mangled corpse lying just out of their reach before kissing Allen on the head once more, "I know."

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