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This chapter is a little shorter than my usual, but I hope it's okay ^^
"You know," Kanda told him, "I lied."
Silver eyes narrowed in confusion before Kanda suddenly moved to him, the man's chest against his.
Allen looked down in shock; the hilt if the beautifully crafted Japanese sword was pressed up against his taunt stomach, the blade imbedded in his body, the killer smiling sadistically in the night.
"This won't be painless."
Allen felt numbness over the weapon jabbed into his torso, the stain of red slowly spreading on his white shirt, protruding out his back and into a wall. Gulping, mind tried to register what was happening to its body, his silver eyes widening as he tried to speak. His eyes looked up and met the twisted ones of the psychotic physiatrist, an evil grin etched onto his beautiful features.
It was only when the elder took a step forward did Allen finally react, his hand pushing off the strong chest against his, while his other one reached for the silver gun on his hip, the weapon firing at the killer from his kneeled position, the twin bullets missing the murder as he swiftly sidestepped, his katana flicking to knock the gun out of the boy's hand, the piece clattering on the floor and out of Allen's reach, his now glaring silver eyes looking up at the smiling murderer.
"Well done," Kanda simpered, the blood flicked off his beautiful weapon, his feet slowly advancing towards the detective that was scuttling away from him, the younger feeling fear following the pain that radiated through him, fear of what happened to him under pain, his silver eyes looking up as the killer continued, "very well done, just as I'd expect from Cross' best detective."
"If I'd-ng-been better," Allen groaned, his hand over his wound, "I would've exposed you-rg- ages ago!"
"Now now," the man simpered as he pressed his boot to the detective's stomach, the young man forced to the ground, Allen still struggling under the crushing weight, "don't be too hard on yourself, you can at least die in peace knowing you solved one of the greatest mysteries of all time!"
"I am not gonna die!" the detective yelled at him, his silver eyes defiant as he squirmed, the pain twisted to into pleasure in his deluded brain, his conscious mind praying that he didn't start to show, "not to you! Not to ANYONE!"
"We all die-"
"NOT BY A PSYCHOPATH!"
"Then it's a good thing," Kanda hissed, "that I am no psychopath!"
"I know the difference-"
"Then you should also know," the elder snarled, "that psychopaths act for the thrill, not for any other reason than for themselves-"
"So… so you… just justified… your act-"
His words were cut off by a boot pressing hard into his wound, his lips closing as he refused to make a single sound, his mind spinning as he feared which cry he would make.
"It's almost a shame," the Japanese hissed, his face contorted into fury, "to kill one of the only good detectives in this filth strewn world not to mention the only person that can actually give me amusement."
"Th-That's-"
"I said I wasn't a psychopath," Kanda smirked, the tip of his katana pointed in the center of Allen's scared eye, "didn't say I didn't have some tendencies… now," the heel of his boot pressed harder into the gaping wound, "scream."
The young man writhed and twitched beneath the boot, the pain distorted into pleasure, his lips pressed into a thin line as he begged himself not to make a sound.
"Scream," the voice commanded, "or I wipe your brain from my blade."
"Th-Then," Allen managed to squeak out, "y-you l-lo-"
"I said… SCREAM!" Kanda roared, the blade replacing his boot in a heartbeat, the metal slipping back into the first injury, his hand twisting the katana to tear jaggedly into the flesh, the younger finally caving.
"Hah-ng-AAHH!"
The Japanese nearly stumbled back in shock at what slipped from Allen's mouth, the jumble on sounds were not screams of anguish but could only be described as moans of pleasure, the cobalt eyes widening as he looked over the young man in the pale moon's light. The pale skin was flushed and his chest was heaving, his light pink lips parted as his body practically shivered on the wooden floor; slowly, the irises trialed down the slim and panting form to look at the black pants the detective sported, his jaw slacking at the small bulge forming.
"What's this?" Kanda hissed, the heel of his boot gently pressing on the growing erection, Allen suddenly arched his back, the crown of white hair nearly touching the floor while his silver eyes flung open wide as his mouth was, moans slipping from his lips as his chest heaved, his fingernails scratching the wood floor as he began to twitch and writhe beneath the man.
Slowly, stronger pressure was applied to the young man's groin, the young detective clearly trying to resist screaming out in pleasure only added to Kanda's ever growing need to hear the delectable moans. His teeth ground as Kanda lowered to the writhing detective, his knees pressing into the growing erection while his blade was removed, the steel clattering to the floor while his fingers took their place, the cobalt eyes watching with morbid fascination as the head of white hair thrashed on his wood floor, his throat whimpering as his mouth remained closed.
"You're even more fucked up than me," the Japanese snarled cruelly, tears slipping from the silver eyes.
"St-St-o-o-ah!"
"I'm not stopping," Kanda told him, blatantly ignoring the young man's cries, his bloodied hand removed from the wound while his clean one slipped under the buttons of the black pants and elastic waistline of the boxers, Allen's crying eyes squeezed tight before the long-fingers gripped his member, his mouth opening to moan loudly, his lust filled orbs string at the ceiling, lips grazing the shell of his ear, the sultry and seductive voice sending vibrations down his spine, "I'm just getting started."
"Hah-ung-ah!" Allen moaned loudly, his hands clutching into fists, his nails leaving crescent marks into the mismatched flesh, his conscious mind yelling at him to hate the treatment, that he needed to throw off the man above him and run, call for help, anything to save him from this humiliation.
Humiliation…
Silver eyes looked towards the killer massaging him, the hand that wasn't pleasing him with long languid and teasing strokes was pressed to his gaping wound, the face was watching him without mockery but with a keen interest, the twisted face he sported was nothing short of handsome to Allen. Lips suddenly affixed themselves to the detectives, the world suddenly disappearing for Allen, his shocked eyes closed gently as he leaned in for more, the sounds of the outside world no longer existing to him. The young mans' arms moved from the bloodied floor to wrap around Kanda's neck, leaving a trail of blood in their wake as Allen forced his attacker's mouth closer on impulse.
The killer smirked at the pressure on the back of his neck, his fingers still toying and roaming every inch of Allen's most intimate area, moans from the back of his lover's throat unhindered by shame, the body twitching and moving, the hips bucking into the talented fingers. A tongue ran along the bottom of Allen's lips, asking for access which was granted almost immediately, Kanda's muscle greedily plundered the younger's mouth, searching every inch of the warm cavern, the moans increasing in volume at the feeling.
Kanda felt the black pants Allen wore slide further downward thanks to his ministrations, giving the murder a delicious view of what he was doing to the rookie cop, his hand furthering the intimate moment they now shared by kneading him, their kiss unfortunately broken so the Japanese could pull back and watch the young man beneath him contort his face in desire and passion, the fingers around his neck gripped into his flesh as Allen wordlessly conveyed his feelings on the subject.
"Ah-AH!" Allen moaned as Kanda's fingers rubbed and touched him, his body quivering and his head thrashed as he felt heat pool in his stomach like boiling lava, the coil becoming tighter and tighter with each passing moment the two now shared until he felt it snap.
The detective's mouth opened in a silent scream as the crown of his head touched the floor. Pure ecstasy shot through him when he came, spilling himself in the murderer's hand, his body arching despite the wound it now sported, before he landed with a soft thump onto the office floor, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath, the trails of saliva left on his cheeks were removed with Kanda's skilled tongue before the wet muscle was returned to Allen's open and gaping mouth.
The psychiatrist would have continued had he not felt the hands holding onto the back of his neck falter and land on the floor limp. Removing his tongue from the confines of the warm cavern, Kanda watched as Allen's eyes glazed over and his mouth tried to speak before his head lolled back in an unconscious state, all traces of the adrenaline in his system that kept him alert gone.
Kanda gently lay Allen down on the floor, his eyes following every curve and inch of the body that lay comatose in front of him, his hand tracing what his eyes saw, the cobalt narrowing slightly before he stood, his hands gripping the back hilt of the Japanese sword. His cobalt eyes looked once more at the comatose body before his blade rose in the moon's light, the Japanese brining it down in a quick clean stroke.
Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA!
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