Ha ha ha ha! You thought I forgot about this didn't ya, didn't ya?!

Well okay... I kinda did :P and I am so so so so so sorry about that, I didn't mean to deliberately forget I swear!

And I am really sorry about this I swear, I did not mean to neglect my Yullen fans ^^ I just get sucked in sometimes and... yeah.

Just a heads up, tis exam season so I may not be getting a whole lot done on FF, just saying.

"So… what you're saying is that this man, the killer, attacked you?!"

Allen nodded solemnly at the open-mouths the detectives sported, his silver eyes looking from them to the floor as he dared to press on.

"Right… he gave me a permanent scar on my abdomen and ever since then, we've been chasing each other around, almost catching him before he slips though my fingers."

"And it took this long for you to come clean with us!?" Lavi snapped, his partner looking a mixture of incredulous and furious, his jaw set as he stood beside the redhead.

"I was ordered to keep silent," Allen defended, "and it's humiliating for a police detective to be attacked as I was-"

"You're supposed to be partnered with us! That involves trust!"

"I know," the younger nodded, his head hanging, "and I'm sorry-"

"So just how many other lies have you spun?" Lavi asked through clenched teeth, his hand balled into fists, the anger in his veins sparking the fury in Allen's, the younger keeping his emotions in check around the other two.

"None," Allen murmured, "and if this is all-"

"It's not-"

"Sirs!"

All three heads turned to the officer standing in the doorway, the young man nervously gripping his hat.

"What is it?" the younger asked turning from the other two, his arms still crossed over his chest.

"Th-There's been another murder a-and-"

"Where?" Tyki interrupted, stepping up in front of Allen, the police officer's nervousness increasing as he was faced to the Noah.

"J-J-Just… in the Eastern District-"

"Send the directions to our GPS," Lavi told the other as he and his partner stepped out the door, his green eyes turning to Allen before he left for the scene. "Do not think this is over," the redhead muttered, "we're going to get to the bottom of this, and you aren't going to lie to us anymore."

The silver eye felt itself twitch at the order Lavi gave him, his mangled arms tightening into a fist as his body seemed to quiver in anger. Silently, his fingers slipped into his phone, the numbers hit with practiced ease as his dangerous lover picked up on the first ring, the smirk heard growing with every word Allen told him.

Thedark grey Honda that was recently speeding down the highway had now come to a stop in front of a large apartment building after winding through back alleys and unmarked streets. Pulling on the emergency brake, Chaozii turned to his partner seated in the passenger seat, his grey eyes staring unfocused at the road ahead of him.

"Hey, Allen," Chaozii asked, snapping Allen out of his state and brining him to the present, "you gonna be okay?"

"Hmm," came the groggy response, "wha? Oh, yeah. Don't worry I'll be fine, just a little tired from the meds is all."

"If you're sure," Chaozii replied, not thoroughly convinced at the detective's response.

"I'm sure," Allen replied firmly, his body already making its route out the passenger car door.

Ascending the buildings staircase to his room, Allen risked a glance out the window, only to see Chaozii's car still parked on the curb, it driver showing no indication of leaving the spot any time soon, the younger groaning at the thought that Cross had put his partner up to the task of keeping watch over him.

While it was true he needed a driver when he got the stiches out, Allen had lied when he said he had been given medication for it, hoping that his partner would think he fatigued and that all the younger would do that night would be to slip under the covers and sleep away the weekend. His hand unconsciously tightened on the phone in his pocket, the message on the machine taunting him, Kanda's little haiku having long since ben deciphered and pushed him to the edge of anticipation and excitement, excitement Allen decided no one was going to put a stop to.

A booted foot slowly touched the wooden floor as Allen slipped into the darkened room, his heart hammering in his chest as his footsteps echoed through the empty rooms, his silver eyes impressed at the vastness and grandeur of the penthouse. His fear was swallowed in a lump as he took to the darkened shadows of the living room, confusion in his eyes until the sound of something squished against his foot. His eyes looked down at the sight of the growing dark red puddle growing at his feet, his print in the blood staring back at him.

"You were late."

The voice caused the young detective to jump slightly, his body backing into the muscled chest of another, silver eyes turned to look up at the dark cobalt, seductive and dangerous orbs boring into his.

"You're late," Kanda repeated, "I grew bored."

"I'm sorry," Allen murmured, "Cross assigned Chaozii to watch me…. I had to get away without being caught… and get in here without getting caught."

"But you did," the Japanese pressed, his feet moving towards the younger, Allen backing into the pooling blood, "and since I hear no sirens… that must mean you are here alone."

"Wh… What of it?"

"I thought you were an officer of the law? Sworn to protect the public?"

"And aren't you're supposed to be a psychiatrist, helping with your patient's mental stability?" Allen pointed out, his eyes narrowing as the killer smirked wider, "what about my position?"

"Finding a known killer, without back up, doesn't seem very… professional," the Japanese simpered, "but then again, I'm assuming your… reasons aren't very professional either."

"Neither are your intentions," the younger pointed out, confidence slipping in him as he stood tall.

"My intentions for whom, exactly," Kanda murmured, his smirk widening as he advanced on Allen, enjoying their little banter.

"Hopefully for me," Allen whispered as their bodies finally touched as their lips did, hands sliding up the muscled chest before a thought struck him. "The… the blood," the younger tried, "you leave no evidence behind… this contradicts it-"

"So does this," Kanda whispered as his lips pressed against Allen's, the hand that did not hold the dripping katana cupping the pale cheek.

"B-But… the police," Allen panted softly, "they'll find my prints, they'll know I was here-"

"I'll erase it," the Japanese promised, "just as I will erase every thought from your skull, I will erase our existence here."

The younger moaned at the thought of the promise Kanda gave him, the memories of the incident in the office roaming his thoughts, serving only to heighten his excitement.

"Just a handful of kisses," Kanda teased as his lips met Allen's, the hand that wasn't pressing the slim back to his chest slipped between their hips, his fingertips gliding across the growing bulge, "and you're already growing hard?"

"You have an effect on me," the younger confessed, his words hardly mulled over as he spoke what he felt for the first time in his life.

"If anything like the one you have on me," the Japanese murmured as his mouth suckled on the flesh of the pale neck, "then this promises to be the first in many nights of enjoyment."

"I affect you?" Allen teased, his fingers intertwining at the back of Kanda's neck to press them closer together.

"The idea of making this pure white flower stained with blood is thrilling," the Japanese hissed, "and to know that its petals are already bloody on the inside only heightens it."

"Then stain me," the sweet voice whispered as his fingers slipped over the strong jaw and his tongue began to duel with the other's.

The hilt of the sheathed katana rubbed against the outside of Allen's thigh as hands slid down his quadriceps and hoisted the body off the bloodied ground, his head angling to continue their kisses.

A loud ripping sound echoed through the silent room as Allen felt the cool air hit his back, his own nails grappling at the dark coat on the killer's back, drool slipping from the corners of his lips, unnoticed and uncaring by the two dark lovers. The smaller was pressed to the mattress as the shreds of his shirt were finally removed, hands splaying on the pale flesh as their tongues gently untangled, the Japanese pulling back to look down at the younger, his fingers sliding down the heaving chest to the dark scar he now sported in his abdomen.

"How did it feel?" Kanda asked, "getting your stiches out?"

"Exciting," Allen panted, "I kept thinking about what you promised me."

"How'd you explain that to the nurse?" the Japanese smirked as he began to suckle and kiss at the pale collarbone.

"Lied to her," the younger moaned softly, "told her she was just real pretty."

"I see," Kanda hummed while the silver eyes suddenly flung open as a thought struck him.

"W-Wait!" Allen shot up, his upper torso lifting up off the mattress to look down at the Japanese, "no, st-stop!"

"Why?" the elder purred, "you want this, don't you."

"I crave it," Allen admitted, "but the evidence-"

"Won't be around when your men come here," Kanda told him, his hand patted the sheets, "these are mine, made of special fibers, won't leave a trace of what we've done."

"And the ripped shirt?"

"I can operate a vacuum," lips affixed themselves back to the pale flesh, the hands pressing the chest back to the mattress as the silver eyes rolled back in delight at the feeling.

Allen felt his body arch into the skilled mouth as the hands roamed his side while the nails dug into the pale flesh. Mismatched hands reached to tug and pull off the black coat and navy button up the Japanese wore, his lust-filled eyes slipping open to look at the well-muscled chest, a shudder climbing down his spine at the sight.

"I'm flattered," a dangerous voice whispered to Allen, his breath tickling the white hairs while the younger's hands slipped up the abdomen while his trailed to the denim to the growing bulge before his fingers found the snaps, the slim legs and hardening member exposed to the hungry cobalt eyes.

The cold air on his lower half was ignored as the firm lips kissed and suckled at the exposed pink buds Allen now sported due to the lust and passion never before felt flowing through the young detective, his breathing and movements becoming more erratic with every moment passing between the two of them.

"N-No… K-Kanda-hah-d-don't-ah-"

"Hm?" Kanda murmured against the flesh, his lips pulling back to look at the panting chest and flushed face, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, "don't what? Moy-a-shi?"

Allen swallowed as he pushed himself to look up at his dangerous lover, his hand shakily reaching to touch the other's cheek.

"Don't… stop."

The deadly smirk that played on Kanda's lips was nothing if not seductive to the writhing lover as the Japanese began kissing down the body for a second time, his fingers tweaking at the sensitive buds, the chest and body twitching in ecstasy.

"I have no intention of stopping," the Japanese breathed over the erect manhood Allen sported, "I'm going to make you lose yourself."

"No," the younger sighed, "no-ah-make me-uhn-find myself."

The crown of white hair touched the mattress as his member was engulfed in heat, hands sliding up his pale thighs to bring his hips off the bed, his knees adjusted to hang over the strong shoulders, his toes curling as teeth and tongue teased his shaft.

"G-G-GOD Kanda!" the younger moaned loudly, "nyaa-hah-m-m-more!"

The Japanese complied silently as his fingers slipped up the hips to the open cavern of Allen's mouth, the slim tongue slipping around the fingers, coating them in his saliva. The wet digits trailed the slim body to trace his quivering hole, his finger slipping in the moaning boy.

"K-Kan-da-ah!" Allen cried, "I-I'm gonna-"

His cries were ignored as the Japanese kept toying with his body, the younger releasing himself in Kanda's mouth, a smirk playing on Kanda's lips as he swallowed what Allen offered, the younger blushing furiously before he became aware of what the skilled fingers were doing to him, the flash of white passing across his eyes making him hard once again.

"Kanda!" Allen moaned loudly as the fingers pressed to his prostate, his back arching into the skilled fingers, his lips begging for more, the words from his lips things he'd always refrain from saying.

"Enjoying this?" the elder whispered into the pale ear, an open mouthed Allen nodding dumbly as his lover slipped in a second finger, the two digits scissoring and searching for the nerves once more, knowing his accuracy when the younger moaned loudly and begged for more.

"No," Allen whined, his body twitching in the absence of pleasure as the cruel lover gently removed the appendages from the now whimpering younger, "put them back!"

"Why?" Kanda asked as he towered above the younger, "don't you want something more… fulfilling in you?"

"I don't care," the younger whispered, his sweating heaving chest pressing to the other's, nails digging into the muscled flesh as his legs slipped to hug the other's hips, "I don't care what it is, so long as you give it to me."

"Well aren't you the little slut," the Japanese smirked as he took his place above his deranged lover.

"Only for you," Allen breathed, "only because of you."

The response from the other was teeth digging into the flesh of his collarbone as something entered him swiftly, the younger arching in delirium from both the pain and pleasure Kanda caused him.

"K-Kanda…" the younger stammered, "oh… God! D-Don't stop-"

"Stop?" the Japanese teased, "I'm just getting started with you."

Loud moans defeated the silence of the room as Kanda took him slowly and strongly, his own member hitting the spot that made Allen scream in delight, the nails he dug into the flesh strong enough to cause red welts on the Japanese's skin. His tongue ran over his bruised lips as drool slipped down the side of his chin, Kanda's own tongue capturing the saliva before it delved into the warm cavern, their tongues dueling in passion.

Legs crossed over Kanda's back in an attempt to push them closer together, the toes arched in ecstasy as Allen's back was, the Japanese's own nails suddenly raking down the pale chest, red welts of Allen's own on his skin causing the younger to arch clean off the mattress, his voice screaming as he came over their two stomachs, the walls surrounding Kanda's member tightening, causing the elder to release himself inside the younger.

"K-K-Kanda," Allen breathed, his hands finding the cheeks of the lover above him supporting his heaving form on strong arms, the dark cobalt eyes meeting the lust-filled silver ones before a deadly smirk crossed his lips.

"How do you feel, moy-ash-i," Kanda teased huskily, the younger grinning back, his chest pressing against the other's while his arms slid over the muscled shoulders.

"Alive."

"Lavi."

The voice surprised the redhead, his green eyes turning in shock to see his partner stand beside him.

"What is it Tyki?"

"Remember that little mole I have?" the dark-skinned man asked softly, his long fingers holding a slim dossier, "the one that owes me his freedom and life and everything?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Had him do a little digging for me, on the boy."

"And…"

"And I'm done with being lied too," the Noah growled as Lavi read the paper swiftly, his green eyes growing wide with every word.

"Tyki-"

"I know where he lives and I can get us in the place," Tyki told Lavi, his voice laced with danger, "and I will find out what he's hiding. No man has his partner scalped in his home and thinks it trivial."

"And just how did he manage to get his partner scalped?" Lavi asked, curious as his eyebrow rose in disbelief, "the report says he only watched it happen, it says so here-"

"An attack at the office, a story that is practically word for word what his shrink said and now his partner is attacked while surveying him without the little shit catching this monster," gold eyes narrowed as the green widened, "Lavi, no man gets that lucky with the police unless-"

"Unless the police is in on it."

Shaky legs made their way up the staircase with the hand supporting his marked slim body on the wall, an immoveable smile on his lips as he headed towards his apartment after the first in what promised to be many nights of death and lust.

"Where were you?"

Allen spun to see an extremely unamused Chaozii standing in the center of his room, his arms crossed over his chest with his jaw tight.

"Good evening Chaozii," the younger murmured calmly, "what are you doing in my place?"

"Cross told me to investigate you," the other told him, "thought something happened that night that you neglected to tell us."

"He's wrong," Allen stated bluntly, "my story is exactly how I remember it."

"If that's the truth," his partner muttered, "then where were you tonight?"

"Out," the silver-eyed young man told him, "but since you clearly need more information than that, I was apartment hunting."

"Just why would you need to look for a new place?" Chaozii practically growled, "this one seems perfect for a pathological liar and a freak!"

"Because, Chaozii," Allen told him through clenched teeth, "I need to move to a new city, where the serial killer is."

"What-"

"He's thinking of moving on, to a new place," the younger murmured, "finds this one boring, despises the interfering police. But don't worry," Allen smiled sweetly, "he won't go without saying goodbye to me first. Unfortunately, when he slips into my apartment, all he finds is my partner."

Chaozii's eyes went wide at the words from the younger's mouth, his feet slowly backing away from the blatantly deranged cop, his twitching hand slowly reaching for his gun.

"But you know, the death of my Moyashi's nosy partner is enough to keep me here for as long as we both see fit."

The freckled face turned to the voice in time to see blazing cobalt eyes staring back into his, the strong arms wielding a katana the aimed to slice his clean through his skull.

A smile passed the pale lips at the memory of his awakening, the start of everything for him as the silver eyes watched the bright red hair sneak around his darkened apartment with his gun outstretched, temptation overflowing as he reached for the light beside the couch he sat one, his true nature slipping through the cracks in his mask as he finally greeted the young man.

"Good evening, Lavi."

Ahem... sorta made that a little rushed methinks... and a little jumbled... damn.

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