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Silver irises twitched under the pale lids, his lips slipping out a small groan as he adjusted his tired body, his lashes fluttering open to blinding white lights and beeping machines ringing in his ears, his head turning as he adjusted to his surroundings, his foggy brain doing it's hardest to figure out where he was.

A second groan slipped from his lips as he forced himself to be more awake, a shuffling and a gasp could be heard from his side as someone ran over to him, a blurred face coming into his view, words sounding as though the younger was submerged in water.

"….s… si…. Sir!... Sir!"

The silver eyes began to focus on the young man calling his name, the face becoming more detailed with worry and curiosity; cracked and dry lips moving as his dry voice scratched out his words.

"Wh… Wh… ere… am… I? Wha… hap… en?"

"Y-You were attacked, Sir," the freckled faced man explained calmly and slowly, "you got… stabbed… sir?"

"St-St-St…." his eyes turned to the thin blanket draped over his lithe form, the garb on his body clearly a wispy little hospital gown, memories slowly slipping back into his fogged mind.

The case…a missing piece of the puzzle...Kanda's office…Kanda… the katana…Kanda…the kiss

"The doctor's gonna come in and have a look at you," the young man explained, "and then… do ya feel up to questions?"

"Ques… ti… ons?"

"You need to give your statement, sir."

The head relaxed slightly into the soft pillows, his breath expelling in a sigh as his silver eyes closed. He should have figured Cross wouldn't give him a break for being stabbed, the man favoured nothing but his gun and the drink.

"I'm gonna have the doc wean you off the meds," the boy continued, "make you all coherent and stuff."

The other did nothing but nod slowly, his mind still replaying the night, the memory of lips on his and the rush he felt at the touch was incomparable to any wound he had since inflicted on himself. Fingertips pulled themselves to skim his lips, his eyes closing gently; if he was alive, that means the killer let him live, which meant his fate was in Allen's disfigured hands.

"Boy!"

The younger turned from the new rookie to the door, his boss striding into his hospital room, his face set. It had been a good hour since the younger had left the lucid word for the clairvoyant, his body managing to sit up in the bed and sip down some water for his dry throat.

"Just how stupid are you!" the man snapped, "how could you let that man escape?!"

"Now now, calm down Capitan," a smooth voice cut in, "given the circumstances, you might want to let up on him."

Silver eyes widened as Kanda slipped in behind Cross, his eyes looking from the redhead to the younger, his expression calm but darkened to Allen.

"Fine," Cross grumbled, Kanda settling in the chair given to him while the detective with as pad of paper sat on the Capitan's other side, Cross left standing with his arms over his chest, "let's get started before you decide to forget what happened."

"Enough of this pussy-footing around," Cross snapped after a full ten minutes of questions such as how the younger was feeling and whether he felt his stiches were being pulled or torn, "tell us about that night."

Allen swallowed thickly, his silver eyes darting from Kanda before back to his employer, the Japanese reaming calm and collected, his eyes looking thoughtfully over his notes and his face impassive.

"I-um," the younger tried again, nervousness settling in before he took a deep breath, "I-I went over to Dr. Kanda's around eleven… I think-"

"Did you have an appointment?" Cross interjected, his eyes narrowed while Allen's caught the glimpse of the psychiatrist, his index finger scratching the roots of his hair behind his ear, the head slowly shaking almost nonexistent to the other police officers.

"No Sir-"

"Then WHY did you go to his office at ten at night?"

"Because," Allen licked his lips, "that was the only time I could get off to see him," his silver eyes darted to where the smallest finger distended to touch the corner of Kanda's lips, his index still by his ear, "so… I gave him a call-"

"You said you didn't make an appointment," the man accused sharply.

"I didn't," the detective pressed, "I called and asked if I could drop by, he said it was okay."

"And then?"

"He greeted me by the door," Allen continued, "his secretary wasn't there, said he let her go home, I apologized for the lateness of the hour and… we got started," the long fingers had since moved from the scalp to tap only once on the disposable coffee cup that the psychiatrist had placed on the table next to him, "I guess about half an hour in, Dr. Kanda suggested we take a break and offered me something to drink… tea, I think."

"Mhm," Cross nodded, his eyes narrowing, "go on…"

"I-I accepted so he left the room and I-" the young rookie paused for a minute, his cheeks dusted with red as Kanda raised his head from his notes, "I-I sort of… snuck over… to his desk."

"And why would you do that?" the Capitan snapped at him, Kanda showing no emotion save for his eyebrows raising slightly, his cobalt eyes flecked with interest.

"I was curious," Allen admitted, "I wanted to know what he was writing about me."

"You could have ASKED-"

"It's all right Capitan," Kanda murmured softly, "it's only his file anyway and I lock the desk shut, he couldn't get in without me hearing him."

"Moving on," Crossed hissed, his eyes glaring from Kanda to Allen, "what happened when you were snooping around?"

"I-It got real dark," Allen murmured, "the lights went out and I couldn't see. I thought I heard the door open and close so I called out to Kanda but the only thing I heard was a shuffling to my… right? It was by the wall opposite the door. I-I turned towards it and then…" his hand covered his wound, "… yeah."

"So he stabbed you," his Capitan finished for him, "that's it?"

"Not quite," the detective whispered, his silver eyes darting towards Kanda, the psychiatrist scratching the dip between his collar bones, "I-I remember falling… and hitting the ground… and then… the pain from the wound getting bigger, like he was twisting it… it was so painful."

"Anything else?"

"Um… the door banged open and then… the lights went on. I remember someone calling my name, but it's like, I was underwater or something… it was hard to hear."

"Right," Cross looked at the detective hanging his head, "so Dr. Kanda came back… and then?"

"He… He was looking me over and then… something moved that caught his eye so… he pulled at something on my hip and then… a gunshot went off… and then… nothing."

"That's it?" Cross asked, "that's everything?"

"What I can remember," Allen mumbled softly, his head hanging, "I'm sorry, I can't remember... what he looked like."

"It's alright," the Capitan sighed, his hand rubbing the back of his head, his eyes turning to Kanda, "is that all you need?"

"Not quite," Kanda told him standing, "there are one or two more questions I'd like to ask him, privately."

"Of course," Cross sighed, gesturing for his subordinate to follow, "thank you, Walker, I'll find you if we need anything more."

"Of course Sir," Allen called after him, his silver eyes watching the door shut softly, both he and Kanda left alone in the hospital room, the psychiatrist walking slowly to the door to lock it, his face turning to smile at the detective before he proceeded to shut every last one of the blinds in the room.

"So," the Japanese started, the light closing as he concealed the two from the outside, "that was impressive. It's almost a frightening thought to think that you can lie to the Capitan so easily; makes me wonder what else you've gotten away with."

"Nothing," the detective murmured, "I've never lied before."

"And yet you do it so well-"

"I've taken witness statements before," Allen corrected, "and… you helped."

"Only because you saw it," the psychiatrist sat on the mattress next to the wounded soldier, "I was very impressed you caught onto them."

"You make them sound ambiguous," the rookie told him, "they were as clear as crystal for me."

"Lucky me," Kanda murmured, the corner of his lip curling as he leaned towards Allen, two fingers under the younger's chin, his lips skimming across the youngers, "you managed to make my tale of what happened convincing."

"Wh-What did you tell them," Allen stammered softly, his heart rate increasing at their proximity.

"That you came to my office after having called me, there we discussed you and after a little while, I couldn't be sure I lost track I offered you tea which you accepted and left you to make it. While the kettle boiled I heard a scuffle and then a scream which prompted me to run back into my office where I was surprised to see the lights off. I turned them on only to find you on the floor in shock and bleeding; valiantly, I rushed to your side only to have the assailant rush towards me from the other side of my desk where he was crouching. Thinking quickly, I grabbed your gun and fired, only once at him, and he bolted, figuring I had called the cops, which I did the second he left. I tried to slow the bleeding before the police arrived, but by that time, you were unconscious."

"Impressive," the younger murmured, "and this is all backed by the physical evidence?"

"Most if not all," Kanda told him softly, his mouth meeting Allen's, the silver eyes closed slowly as the feeling of pure excitement tore through him.

"But… the rest-"

"You needn't worry about our… fun," the killer smirked, his lips to Allen's ear while his chest was against the lithe one, "I cleaned you up before they came, you tasted delicious."

"Taste-" Allen flushed a deep red at the meaning of the words, "y-y-you- b-but th-th-they would check for-"

"Not if they believed our story and they did," fingers brushed through the fine white strands, "the serial killer is known for butchering and torturing, sex is, was, not on that list."

"B-But-" the young man swallowed thickly, his embarrassment still on his cheeks.

"There is nothing of yours on my floor that isn't blood," Kanda told him, "and I switched your pants; you came in wearing black jogging pants and grey boxer shorts."

"Why?"

"Because-"

"Why help me?"

"You have Algolagnia," the Japanese stated calmly after a moment, his thumb now trailing Allen's lower lip, rubbing it tenderly, "it's a doctors way of saying you derive pleasure from pain, your brain interprets pain as being pleasurable and then boom!" Kanda moved his hand down the lips and throat, trailing them down his stomach until he reached the spot where the young man's member would be, touching it lightly, "instant orgasm."

The rookie detective just sat there, shocked, looking at the doctor as if he were clearly out of his mind as Kanda returned his hand to Allen's mouth, touching and rubbing with his thumb before continuing, "I'm not crazy, you know it to be true. Just look at what you've done to yourself," the psychiatrist tuned his gaze away from the silver irises to the burnt and gnarled arm the other held. "You did this to yourself, didn't you?" Kanda asked, his smirk growing wider as Allen turned a brilliant shade of red, "don't lie to me."

"S-So wh-what?" Allen stammered, "your saying you didn't tell them to blackmail me?"

"Hardly," Kanda murmured, "you're rare; besides, technically you were still my patient when all that occurred, so it's hidden under doctor-patient confidentiality."

"Wh-"

"Not to mention, it won't affect your work so I see no reason to tell anyone and," the fingers returned to the lips, "I don't like people taking what's mine."

"Taking away your new toy," Allen spat, "your little masochist!?"

"Don't use that filthy word," Kanda hissed, visibly flinching before he took a deep breath and continued, "masochism is mainly a tool used for people to get close to one another, build a bond of trust so to speak; Algolagnic people, however, deals more with lust and lacks the submission and domination that most pairs involve; and," Kanda paused, his arms tracing the scarred tissue on Allen's left arm, "you don't care who does it, so long as you get your release. You are not some dirty sex deprived little whore; you are of a different brain chemistry, and that makes you something worthy of my attention."

"And I wasn't before?"

"You always were," the young man corrected, "but now, it's even more so."

"All because I'm a freak," Allen grumbled.

"Birds of a feather…" Kanda murmured against the ears, before he pulled back, "besides, I see no reason to humiliate someone, I am no sadist, though I do enjoy dominating."

"And you want to dominate me?" the young man whispered, the psychiatrist smirking.

"No," the elder murmured, "I want to have you, you won't be dominated, so taking you is out of the question," his fingers trailed the collarbone, "I suppose I'll have to figure out a way to make you mine."

"Figure out a way?"

"Strike up a deal with you for now."

"You… want to make a deal with me?"

"Yes… so," Kanda sighed, his eyes looking at the silver orbs, "How about this? You let me carry on and I find you every other murderer and serial killer in town and I'd work exclusively for you on certain high profile cases-"

"No."

An eyebrow arched as the Japanese pulled back, Allen's face determined.

"No?"

"I'll let you carry on with what you're doing," the young man told him, his head leaning towards the other, "but you take me along."

"What-"

"Since I was a little boy I've been called a freak because pain felt good to me and at fourteen, I had my first erection from it," hands gripped the white shirt of the psychiatrist, "now, ten years later, I get off on it, I crave it. When you came along and showed me the mutilated bodies, I thought you were a sick fuck, some disgusting murder that should be put down with the dogs."

"And now?" Kanda pressed, the darkness in his cobalt eyes reflected in Allen's silver, only heightening the appeal of the boy.

"And now… after the way you… attacked me… I realized that I felt alive for the first time in my life," lips brushed against the other, "it felt good."

"Congratulations," the psychiatrist purred, "welcome to the darkness."

"I've always been in darkness," Allen corrected, "I've just never seen how wonderful it can be."

"Then let me show you."

Lips pressed themselves to the younger's in a heartbeat, Allen humming in delight as he was allowed to taste the murderer he was sworn to arrest and to bring to justice.

"Unfortunately," Kanda continued, his lips skimming against the neck while his hands sought a small device by the bedside, "you'll pull your stiches if we press on and, as enjoyable as it would be for the two of us, the nurse might have herself a heart attack if she walks in and sees us."

Lids over the silver eyes felt heavy as his head began to loll, Allen feeling his body settling into the mattress as he looked at the blurring psychiatrist, warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Is this… how it's… always gonna… be?" the young man asked softly, his body succumbing to the drug in his system, "you… making me… feel good… and then… I… pass… out?"

"No," the man whispered, "the next time we meet, I'll make you feel so alive you won't desire sleep for days."

Allen smiled softly at the idea before his lids closed shut, his breathing languid and even as the morphine pump was placed in his hand, Kanda's long fingers closing his hand around the device, his other fingers brushing the white strands from the pale face, his lips to the young man as he murmured sensually into the detective's ear.

"The next time we meet," Kanda promised, "I'll show you how dark you really are… and you'll never want to leave."

Fear not, my dirty minded friends, (and I mean that only in the kindest of ways, after all, I wrote this) tis not over yet for our twisted lovers, I have one more twist up my sleeve ^^