SUMMARY: Kanda and Allen are on a ship heading to Japan to live in Komui's home, still on the run from Central Agency. With their relationship stronger than ever, this gives the newlyweds time to sit back and enjoy each other and to reflect on the perilous times they had endured over the last year.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read and supported me with The Cave's series. Your reviews and comments have been received whole heartedly and warmly welcomed. I thank you for your patience in waiting for this next part. I deeply apologize for the long delay. Unforeseen circumstances blocked me in getting this out sooner.
THE CAVE: CONTINUUM
Part Two
Before opening his eyes he feels Allen's warm nude body snuggling tightly to his, gently he squeezes his arm around his shoulders. Allen drapes his leg over Kanda's lazily sliding it up and down sensuously. Kanda opens a drowsy eye half-way and glances down at Allen's open eye looking up at him. He gives him a slight smirk and closes his eye again.
"Hmm … how are you feeling, Bean Sprout? Are you sore anywhere?" Kanda asks, with a low husky chuckle.
Allen buries his head into the crease of Kanda's arm and chest, muttering, "Yes, but it was worth every second having you make love to me." Allen says, smiling, stretching and rubbing his body against Kanda.
Kanda nuzzles his face into his soft-white locks of hair inhaling the tantalizing scent of his lover and sighs. "I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it," Kanda teases.
"Yeah, like you didn't? I don't remember hearing any complaints from your end this morning," Allen says smugly, now awake. Lifting his head he looks at Kanda's closed eyes and stretches up and kisses him on the lips.
Out of the corner of his eye he catches a glitter of light reflecting off a polish surface over by the door. He turns to get a better look and sees serving dishes on the table over by the door. He doesn't remember any dishes being there when they came into the room earlier this morning.
"Uh … Kanda … do you remember any dishes being on the table when we came in this morning?" he asks, now curious.
"If you remember correctly, moron, we didn't take any time to look around the cabin. I fuckin' headed you straight for the bed," Kanda says, his eyes still closed. "Why?"
"I don't remember seeing dishes on the table over by the door, it looks like it may be food," now sitting up and pulling the covers off from him to go over and investigate.
"Damnit Bean Sprout … put something on before you get a chill," he says, sharply, feeling the cooler air hit his body with Allen no longer next to him.
Allen looks over all the dishes on the table and sure enough there is food and tea. "This tea is still hot, Kanda." Allen looks over at him blushing.
"So?" Kanda says, peeking an eye open looking a little more awake.
"Wouldn't that mean someone came in while we were … hopefully … sleeping?"
"Hell, if it wasn't then, they would've gotten a fuckin' eye full, now wouldn't they," Kanda says, unaffected by this news. He gets up out of bed and pulls Allen and his kimono from his case.
Kanda dons his and walks over to the table where a naked Bean Sprout is looking over the food and hands his kimono to him. He slips it on and ties it, keeping his eyes on the food in front of him.
"Kanda … isn't that a wedding cake?" Allen says, turning his head to look up at Kanda while pointing to the cake.
"Sure looks like one to me, idiot. Why are you surprised? We did get married, remember? Or did that bump on the head remove those memories?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten, jerk. Do you think Komui had it made for us? Well, if he did, he forgot you don't like sweets, so I guess I get to eat it all myself, except for the part where I can smash a piece of cake in your face," Allen chuckles.
"Well moron, remember the other half of that little ceremony is me smashing a piece of cake in your face too," Kanda smirks at the Sprout.
"Oh yea, I forgot about that part," Allen says, blushing.
Allen lifts the chrome dome top covering one of the dishes. "Its soba and it's still warm." Allen takes a whiff, looking directly at Kanda.
"I believe that dish is mine seeing this one has six pancakes, bacon, eggs and sausages," Kanda points out, lifting a large chrome dome, "and this one looks like maharishi dangos, definitely yours," Kanda states, as he lifts another dome.
"Wow, really? This has to be Komui doing," Allen says smiling, his eyes big with the delight of all the food to eat.
"Yeah, I'd say he put the idea into the cook's head, but he should've told them you eat four times this amount of food," now it's Kanda's turn to chuckle.
After finishing his large breakfast, Allen leans back in his chair and places his hands on his stomach. "Wow, great pancakes and the dangos were to die for," Allen says, smiling and patting his stomach.
"It didn't take you long to inhale all that food. I'm not sure how we'll afford to feed you with the amount of food you digest," Kanda says, teasingly, lifting his tea cup to his lips and taking a sip.
"Ha, ha, very funny Kanda," Allen mocks back.
Allen looks over his tea cup at Kanda. 'I'm married to Yuu Kanda. Who would have ever thought I'd be sitting here today, on a ship, on the run, and married to my one true love? Best of all — he asked me … me … to marry him!'
"What are you looking at, Bean Sprout," Kanda asks, "or should I ask, what are you thinking?"
"Oh … nothing … well that's not true … I'm thinking of you," Allen says, with a blush of red on his cheeks.
"I do believe I have a blushing bride sitting across from me," Kanda smirks, sipping on his tea.
Kanda calling him his bride sends a thrill through Allen, happiness welling up in his chest.
"Kanda," Allen starts.
"What."
"I just want to let you know that I'm very proud to have you as my husband," Allen whispers to his lover.
"Yeah, well you wouldn't be my husband if I didn't think the same of you and more," Kanda says seriously, gazing at Allen.
Kanda hesitates for a moment before asking Allen a question that's been on his mind for the past month. "Bean Sprout …" Allen cocks his head looking over at Kanda, a white eyebrow rises.
"How bad was it in prison? How did you keep yourself together thinking about your upcoming execution? I wasn't going to ask you about it until later, but …" Kanda's voice trails off, not sure if he should ask questions this soon.
"It's alright Kanda," Allen smiles, understanding Kanda's need to know. He himself would have asked these same types of questions if it had been reversed.
"For me the worst part had been thinking about how you would cope after they executed me. What emotional trauma you would go through … I mean … well if I had lost you … I know what I would go through … and I thought you would be feeling pretty much the same way," Allen says, thoughtfully, looking down into his tea.
"It would've torn me apart if I had lost you again," Kanda confesses, still looking at Allen who looks deep in thought. "I'm just sorry I couldn't get there sooner."
"Did they try to make you comfortable at all?" Kanda asks, not sure if he wants to hear the answer.
"Comfortable? Ha … no," Allen gives a laugh of disdain. "It was a horrible darken place … cold, damp and … it had a musty smell and a stench … like … death."
"Not only did they have the binding spell on my left arm, but on the wall above me as well. I guess they'd thought it would be extra security against my Crown Clown.
Then to make triple sure I wouldn't escape, they put cuffs on my ankles and had chained me to a corner with no bedding to sleep on. I had to sit on the cold stone floor and lean against chilly, damp stone walls," Allen says, quietly, bitterly remembering his prison cell along with the pain and aching in his sorrowful heart.
"The only thing that had saved me was the memories I had of you." Allen looks up at Kanda with a glaze over his eyes, as if seeing something far away.
"Actually, being bound may have been a blessing, for I had been too tired to stay awake long. But at least I had my memories. I'd envision being in your strong, secure arms feeling your warm body holding mine — keeping the coldness away. The memories of your kisses and our lovemaking had kept me from shattering mentally into pieces …" Allen trails off, falling deep in thought, now staring down at his tea, he shivers at the cold, ugly memories.
"Allen, come over here," Kanda demands quietly.
Allen looks up, 'he just called me Allen.' He stands up and walks over to Kanda. Kanda pulls him onto his lap and cradles him, hugging him close. He pets his white hair leaning his own head against Allen's, giving comfort to his lover.
"Shit, are you alright? I shouldn't have fuckin' asked. I didn't mean to upset you," Kanda says, quietly, wishing he didn't ask so soon, holding him and wanting to take away his pain.
"Really it's alright. I want you to know, I don't want any secrets or hidden feelings kept from each other. Promise me Kanda … you'll always be honest with me. Don't keep secrets. Whatever may be bothering you please don't keep it from me, promise me, Yuu," Allen pleads, a slight shiver quakes him.
Kanda hugs him closer and whispers into his ear, "If it means that much to you, alright. It will take me some time to be able to express my feelings. You know that about me, you use to accept that."
"I know, but right now I need you to be honest with me, that is, when it gets down to the bare bones of things," his voice straining to speak, sounding like he's far away.
"I think I know what you mean, yes it's a promise. Just remember it goes both ways, Bean Sprout," Kanda says, solemnly, hugging him closer, feeling his pain.
"Thank you. I love you Kanda," Allen whispers, burying his face in Kanda's neck and inhaling his husband's scent. They sit like this for a while enjoying their quiet moment together. Kanda broke the silence.
"How about cutting our wedding cake?" Kanda asks, wanting to bring Allen's spirits back up.
"Are you sure? I thought you didn't like sweet things," Allen says, excited about eating something sweet.
"Well idiot, I married something sweet, didn't I?" Kanda says, smirking.
"I guess you did. All right, did they leave us a knife?" Allen asks, getting up to look around the table top.
"Ah, here's one," he says, smiling triumphantly, showing Kanda the knife. Kanda's heart jumps and warms at the sight of his smile, and the happiness glowing in his eyes. 'Damn I love him.'
Allen stacks empty dishes on the tray, and Kanda places the tray outside their door. "Well, are you ready to cut it?" Kanda asks, looking at Allen.
"Yes. Though, I think we should move it over to the ledge after we finish cutting our pieces," Allen says, mischief showing in his eyes.
"Okay … why?" Kanda asks, curious, seeing the mischievous look in his lover's eyes.
"Oh, no reason," Allen says with a chuckle. 'Things could get a little rough seeing we are about to shove cake in each other's faces. I wouldn't want the cake to go to waste if it fell on the floor.'
Kanda moves to stand next to him and places his hand over Allen's on the knife, and then wraps his other arm around the back of Allen's waist. It's all Allen could do not to chuckle, thinking about pushing cake into Kanda's face.
"What's so funny, Bean Sprout? Itching to get cake in your face?" Kanda muses.
Together they push the knife down, lift it, and move the blade over bringing it down again, cutting the first piece. They do it again to cut the second piece. Allen's anxious about the cake getting dropped on the floor and quickly moves it to the ledge.
"So who goes first?" Allen asks, not caring when he goes, he just can't wait to push something sweet into Kanda's mouth.
"I'll feed you first," Kanda says, sneering. 'Oh Shit, I know I have to go through with this, but I don't like that smirk on his face,' Allen's thinking.
Allen leans' forward as Kanda brings the cake to his open mouth. Allen bites down on the cake and Kanda wastes no time, smashing the remaining piece into Allen's face, grinding it in.
"Very funny Kanda," Allen says, munching on his cake, his tongue licking around his lips bringing sweet frosting into his mouth. 'I'll show no mercy,' Allen chuckles to himself, a devilish look in his eyes.
"Now your turn Kanda, it's time for me to feed you some cake," a roguish grin appears on Allen's face as his fingers rakes cake off his face. Allen doesn't care his hands are covered with cake and frosting. He picks up the piece to feed Kanda.
"Okay, open wide," Allen smiles. 'Uh … what's that glint in Kanda's eyes? Hmm … this could mean there's trouble ahead for me,' Allen's thinking as he looks into Kanda's deep blue eyes.
With a twist of a smile, Kanda leans forward to receive his piece of cake. He opens his mouth, never taking his eyes off Allen, watching as he carefully maneuvers the piece of cake towards his mouth.
Biting down on the piece of cake, Allen mush's the rest around Kanda's mouth and nose. Allen doesn't stop there, but takes his messy fingers and wipes them off on Kanda's bare chest with a cocky smile on his face.
"Why you son of a bitch, you're going to pay for that," Kanda glares at Allen.
"Ah … come on Kanda … it was all in fun … really … Kanda … now wait a minute … don't be so cranky about this," Allen says, rationally, his hands out in front of him defensively, backing up a little.
"Cranky? I'm cranky?" Kanda huffs, as he moves towards Allen slowly, his eyes flickering.
Before Allen could move back another step, Kanda lunges at him. He grabs Allen's waist making him squeal, both tumbling to the floor. Allen squirms under Kanda's hands gripping him, laughing.
"Ha ha ha … Kanda stop it, you're tickling me," Allen laughs harder as Kanda touches and pokes other areas, tickling him even more.
"Uhm … you are ticklish, Bean Sprout," Kanda smiles, enjoying his lover squirming under him and hearing his laughter fill the air.
Allen slips out from under Kanda, but Kanda is right behind him trapping him at the table again.
"Not so fast, Bean Sprout," Kanda says, with a coy look in his eyes. He grasps both of Allen's arms to stop him from pounding his fists on his chest, all in play.
Capturing Allen by his arms, both grin at each other, their eyes sparkling with happiness. Kanda looks at the cake still on Allen's face, "Hold still Bean Sprout. Let me sample a piece of cake on your face. I want to see if it tastes the same as the piece I had," he says, leaning in licking a piece of cake off Allen's face.
"Well, maybe I should try your piece of cake too. It may taste different then mine," Allen says, leaning in licking a piece of cake off Kanda's nose.
"Hmm, Bean Sprout, I think your cake tastes sweeter," Kanda says, looking as if he's trying to make up his mind.
"Let me try that again," Kanda leans in and starts licking Allen's face and then his lips.
"Ah … Ah … maybe you should try a little over here Kanda," Allen says, pointing to the other side of his mouth, now spellbound by Kanda's licks.
"Yeah? Well, let's see" Kanda says, looking over Allen's face,"… hmm … maybe over here … yeah … and here …," Kanda says seductively, licking cake off Allen's face. He feels Allen's ability to stand weakening, "hmm … maybe if I try them both together …" Kanda sweeps his tongue inside Allen's mouth — his knees giving out from under him.
Kanda, while still kissing Allen, clears the table and picks him up with both hands on Allen's ass. Kimono's finish coming undone and slide off easily. Kanda licks off most of the cake on Allen's face. Allen's trying to do the same with Kanda, but barely succeeding - he's so sexual excited.
"Kanda," Allen could barely whisper.
"What," Kanda mutters through licks and kisses.
"I'm too sore to have you go at me again," Allen sighs, his head leaning back as Kanda licks and kisses his neck and lower.
"Well, there are other ways," Kanda says, his hand surrounds Allen's thick, hard arousal, "and it appears I can't leave you like this." Kanda pulls back and grins mischievously at Allen.
Allen looks down at Kanda's hard, thick length touching his own, "I see what you mean. How about we start by washing each other, and then become creative from there?"
"I like the way you think, Bean Sprout," Kanda says, his voice low, and a glint of amusement in his eyes.
To be continued …