THE CAVE: CONTINUUM
Part Ten
In the distant, long, curving waves swell high, coming closer to shore before curling over dissolving into foam. The breaker waves pummel against large, jagged rocks, far below, bursting and shattering, sending up long sprays of water into the air. The spray falls back down to the waters below pooling as froth and scum around the rocks from the wild waters rushing to shore.
They have been walking for miles, and dusk will soon be upon them within a few hours. The coast line, with its steep cliffs plummeting down to the rocky shoreline, has been on their left side for the large portion of their trek.
Now, the land has begun slowly descending, allowing them to get closer to the shoreline. Wide grassy patches scatter down the slope, making it safe for them to camp nearer the water for the night. Staying this far down, they will not be seen from above.
Allen starts immediately sitting up camp. He rolls out their blankets onto the soft grass which will feel better than the hard ground they are use to. He gathers wood for a small fire to cook their meal for the evening. Rummaging through the sack of food, Allen discovers a frying pan which gives him an idea for dinner.
"Kanda, did you know we had a small frying pan in with our food?" Allen asks, holding it up for Kanda to see.
"No, I didn't notice. The Captain had our bag packed full of food for our trip, but I didn't notice it at lunch today. Why?" Kanda asks, looking over at his partner, who is smiling at his prideful find.
"Well, we are on the coastline. Maybe there is a place we could spear a fish for dinner. If we have a fire now, it shouldn't be seen as easily then at night." Allen points out, looking mirthfully at his husband, his wide smile endearing.
'Damn him and his innocent eyes. Those irresistible eyes hook me every time and I end up doing what he asks. Too bad those eyes couldn't persuade a fish to jump out of the water and into the frying pan," Kanda's thinking as he scans the shoreline for a suitable fishing spot.
"Alright, let's go down and see if there's a place where we can snag one," Kanda says, extending his hand down, pulling Allen up to his feet. Allen feels dizzy and grabs Kanda's arm to steady himself.
"Are you all right, Bean Sprout?" Kanda asks uneasy.
"Yes, I felt dizzy just then, but I'm alright. Maybe I'm tired, or hungry." Concern shows on Kanda's face and Allen gives him a reassuring smile to ease his worry. Kanda releases the sudden tension from his body.
They walk along the shoreline, climbing over the rocky areas looking for a pooling of fish. It isn't long before they find a sandy spot that looks promising. Removing their boots, rolling up their pant legs, they wade out into the water. Finally, they find an area where they could spear a fish for dinner.
Kanda unsheathes Mugen and scours the water. Before long, he discovers a school of editable fish swimming around the area. He stands perfectly still, aims and stabs at the fish, but it quickly darts away. Stepping back he tries again, this time the fish propels through the water like a missile being shot from a weapon. He doesn't give up and tries again and again, missing each time, his frustration level increasing with each miss with Mugen.
"Kanda, let me try," Allen asks, sure he could spear a fish quicker then Kanda is doing.
"If I can't spear it, what makes you think you can do it? Anyway, I never let anyone touch Mugen," Kanda grumbles under his breath. He's upset by the fact he never misses anything he has aimed at. First, Tiedoll sneaking up on them and now this – it irritates him.
Allen places his hands on his hips looking adamantly at Kanda. "What? No, I'm not letting you use Mugen," Kanda says defiantly.
Allen is not giving up and wades over to Kanda. Leaning into him he brushes his tongue across Kanda's lips as he rubs himself on his front. Kanda returns the kiss, grabbing both of Allen's butt cheeks bringing him closer to get a firmer pressure of Allen against him. His tongue circles Allen's and the drool drips from their mouths. Allen pulls away from Kanda, breathless, looking into his lover's eyes he sees the fire kindling in their depths.
"Damn it, okay, but not for long," Kanda mutters as Allen smiles warmly at him.
"Later Kanda," Allen whispers as he fondles the stiff bulge in front of Kanda's pants and a low moan escapes his throat.
Taking Mugen from Kanda's hand, he steps back slowly removing his hand from Kanda's growing arousal.
"You're going to pay for this, Bean Sprout," Kanda says, in a low and alluring voice.
"I know that and I can't wait to see how you punish me," Allen says coyly with a sheepish look on his face, excitement rushing through him.
"But for right now I'm going to get our dinner," Allen says, looking for fish in the clear water.
Aiming, Allen gives it a try stabbing at the fish for his dinner. With every thrust at the fish with Mugen, they swim away quickly, having the same problem as Kanda. Kanda studies the behavior and pattern of the fish as Allen keeps stabbing at them again and again, getting frustrated, just like his partner had.
"Okay, that's it!" Allen says, his frustration level hitting its peak. Suddenly, he invokes his Crown Clown. Quickly, with his razor, sharp claws he snaps at the fish, over and over, his peak of frustration now over flowing like hot lava, at his lack of success.
"Allen, stop that and go sit down! You'll make sushi out of all the fish if you keep that up," Kanda raises his voice, so Allen could hear him over the splashing he's causing striking at the fish.
As a finale, Allen stabs Mugen into the sand below the water – mad he marches up onto the beach.
"Okay, you try it again it's tiring me out anyway," Allen mutters, under his breath as he plops down on the sandy beach.
With Mugen in hand, Kanda quiets himself and closes his eyes listening and feeling the fish around his feet.
"Like that's going to help! Sure, close your eyes … yeah, you'll see them now Kanda," Allen snarls sarcastically, loud enough for Kanda to hear he is still upset.
Kanda pays no attention to the muttering up on the beach, he only feels and listens to the fish swimming around his legs. With one swift stab at the fish Kanda lifts his sword out of the water with the fish skewered on it.
He wades out of the water and walks up to where Allen is sitting. He proudly shows his catch to his partner. Allen, still upset, reaches out and snips the head of the fish off angrily with his sharp, claw like hand, making him feel much better with doing so - he comes back to being just Allen.
Kanda stares at Allen and then the fish. Then, unexpectedly, Kanda laughs at the silliness of this whole scene and reaches down to help Allen up, yanking him close, kissing him hard on the lips, slipping his tongue into Allen's warm mouth.
"Well, I guess I won't have to worry about beheading it," Kanda says, pulling away from Allen's nectarous kiss, his eyes sparkling with humor.
"Let's go fry us some fish!" Kanda chuckles, taking hold of Allen's hand pulling him along to get back to camp to fry their catch for dinner.
To be continued …