Author Note: I really like the input to the war.

Me: So far, Allen has four supporters, and Kanda has none.

Kanda: WHAT?!

Allen: Ha ha BaKanda! That's what you get for instigating!

Kanda: Whatever, I'll win anyways.

Allen: Crowsnight doesn't own DGM or the characters, just the plot, and now I must go change.

Kanda: *Eyes follow Allen into the bathroom* Change into what?

Me: Hehe, Kandy's going to love this chapter. Here's chapter 33!

Situation

Chapter 33: World War Walker: Stakes

My eyes open to dark, shiny hair reflecting dawn's light, almost like a raven's wing gleaming from the moon on a shady night. Hehe, I made a funny! You know, light, night, no? Never mind.

Anyway, I was lying on my side with my arms wrapped around Kanda, which was weird since generally it's the other way around, but whatever. My nostrils were filled with the scent of Moonlight Mist, the sweet smell wanting to lull me to sleep once more. Personally, I have no earthly idea why Kanda would use such a girly scent even if I absolutely love it, but he must have his reasons. Maybe it had a connection to something he held dear to him? Right, because Kanda likes, let alone loves, so many more things than me, the baby, and soba.

I leisurely sit up, looking down at the bluenette beside me, his hair everywhere and his face soft and utterly kissable. Dang the stupid battle, I will win! Oh, but I really wanted to do something dirty with Kanda and let him ravish my entire body. Grr.

His face changes slightly, his features hardening somewhat even though he was calm and I say, "Stay asleep for once!"

He smirks and rolls to his back, his eyes still shut, "You aren't allowed to complain at the moment. Remember, declaring war and such?"

"You started it when you did that thing," I say, not wanting to elaborate. He replies, "And do you have any proof of that? Anyone else wouldn't know if it happened or not."

I try to give him a glare, but it quickly turned to an ogle since his eyes were still closed. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, and I didn't, my eyes wandering his muscled arms and chest. The tattoo on his left pectoral and shoulder was prominent from its dark color against his toned skin, and his abs were well-defined and inviting. My eyes continue down, but were stopped by his jeans even though they weren't covering much, but enough. "Enjoying the view?"

I immediately blush and look down at my hands holding the sheet to avoid his sexily amused face, "No, just making sure you don't have injuries." Injuries?! Really, you idiot!?

"Well, you can continue 'looking for injures' then, but wouldn't it be easier to take the jeans off?" I keep staring down, the heat in my cheeks spiking even more at the images racing through my mind, but I can't bring myself to answer. The sheets beside me rustle as Kanda moves and before I realize what's happening, my hands are held above me and my back is to the cold wall. The sheets are still covering my lower half as my boyfriend hovers over me, his dark, nearly black, gaze holding my silver one, and I whimper quietly.

He simply smirks down at me as I give him the most pleading look I can, hoping he'd have mercy on me. It was too much to ask for, and he lowers his face to mine until our noses are nearly touching before I turn my head, looking towards the door. Hot breath hits my ear and its owner whispers in a deep voice that screamed lust, "Do want me to back off?"

Not trusting my voice, I nod, but all hope I had crumbles as he growls, "Too bad."

I whine, but it soon turns to a moan as his hand that wasn't pinning mine trailed down my chest, his nails slightly digging into my skin. No Allen, you can't give in. You have to beat him in something for once. It's bad enough that I'm submissive when we have sex, which I've noticed boosts Kanda's ego because it means he's won in the battle of dominance when I would writhe under him like a ho. One thing is for sure, the samurai has five times the amount of self-control I have, which never ends well in my case.

His devilish game continues as he harshly tweaks and pinches my nipples, and I involuntarily gasp and buck upwards, our crotches touching for a split second, causing us both to moan. I whimper, "Kanda, please let me go."

"Say you're my naughty girl and I'll consider it," he replies, releasing my hands to play with both of my most sensitive body parts on my chest while breathing on my neck. I wasn't going to say that! One, I wasn't a girl, obviously. Two, it was demeaning. And three, I wasn't his. I mean, he had my virginity and could make me do anything under certain circumstances, but he didn't own me. Okay, fine, I'm his, but the pit will freeze over before I say it out loud.

I growl through the noises coming from my throat, "No."

"Are you sure about that? You'll lose anyways at some point, but this won't count. Just say it, say you're my naughty girl."

One of his warm and calloused hands runs down my chest and stomach before going over my thigh. Dang, I shouldn't have let him figure out all my most sensitive places, because it was seriously biting me back now. An exceptionally loud groan escapes my lips with the combined sensation of him kneading my nipple and trailing his thumb along my bikini-line. It was too much, and I finally crack, whispering, "I'm your naughty girl."

"What was that? I didn't hear you," he smirks removing his hands to move my gaze to his. I shamefully repeat, "I'm your naughty girl."

"That's right, you're mine, and don't forget it," his dark eyes seem to burn into me, and I have to look away. He moves closer to my ear and whispers, "You're my sexy naughty girl, Aren."

I shiver as he lets his Japanese accent leak into his seductively gruff voice, something he rarely does, but I find it absolutely irresistible when he does on a few occasions. Quietly, I ask, "You think I'm sexy?"

"Of course I do. You're sexy, beautiful, adorable, and most importantly, naughty," he answers, his breath on my ear making me quiver again. For the last time, I'm not naughty! Though, I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Was I naughty? No. Did I like Kanda calling me naughty? Absolutely.

I ask, "Can I get up now?"

"I don't know. Did you do enough to make up for last night?" the glint in his eyes said I didn't, but I reply, "Yes!"

"No, I think you need to beg a little more," he smirked, his control over me obviously bringing him happiness. I whine, "What more do you want me to say?"

He takes both my wrists, holding them at my sides, "You figure that out. Let's see if you can get me to release you without being told."

I whimper, but start thinking of what I could say. He just watched me, waiting for the correct answer, and I can't help but mutter, "Sadistic Seme."

"Which makes you my Dramatic Uke," he replies. The wheels in my head were not turning today and they really needed to or else I might be pinned here until the baby is born. Geez, I can pick out the perfect out-fit, but it's impossible to escape my boyfriend, my possessive boyfriend I might add. I whisper, "I'm yours body and soul."

"Try harder," he says, that stupidly striking smirk glued to his face. He was still straddling me, careful to keep our hips apart to prevent more 'problems' and crushing me. This was so demeaning, but I sexily push my chest up to touch his, "I wanna lick you like a candy cane and taste you. I wanna feel your body on mine. Chase me, catch me, own me, Kandy."

I really want to slap myself for degrading myself to this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My heart drops as Kanda shakes his head, and I whine, "Please, let me go!"

"Nope," my cruel boyfriend replies, not budging his grip, and his smoking gaze bores into me as I think hard. What did he want me to say?! I can't figure it out! My mind was dead here, and it wasn't going to come alive easily. Should I just try to say different things until he finally frees me? No way, that would just embarrass me more than I already was submitting myself to.

Telling myself that he would let me go afterwards, I say, "I'm your slave. I'll do anything you want me to, and it's all I want to do, it's what I'm here for. What are your orders, Master?"

His smirk grows, "That will have to do." My wrists are released, and I fall to my side, emitting a relieved sigh to be free. I glare at him as he joins me and I growl, "I take back everything I just said."

"No, I don't think you can," he says. "You're still my slave and naughty girl."

"I never said I wasn't," Shut up, Allen, "I just wouldn't admit it," That wasn't supposed to come out! "and now that I have," I give up. Just kill me now, "what are your orders, Master?" The demons in the pit are ice-skating and getting frostbite.

"Put some clothes on," he growls. "I'll remember what you just said after I win the battle."

I uncover myself and crawl around Kanda to get off the bed, "No, I will be the one to win World War Walker."

"Cute," he mutters.

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I wouldn't have thought that a simple game between Kanda and I would become such a huge deal. When I was done eating, I told Lenalee about the battle and she insisted it become an Order-wide contest. At this point, I couldn't afford to lose because of the stakes.

Word had spread like wildfire, and now there were people choosing sides: Team Allen or Team Kanda. Granted, I was winning as far as support goes by a landslide, but in the end, I was almost certain I would be taking the punishment. Lavi should die and rot for the ideas he has, and now, loser has to be the other's slave for one week. On top of that, the first day after the battle is over, the loser has to walk around all day in a cat collar (I wonder whose?) with a leash attached to it that the winner holds.

I would love to do that to Kanda, but he would rather jump from our balcony than lose at this point. No matter, I was going to hold out as long as I could anyways. By dinner, people literally were moving to different sides of the cafeteria depending on whose side they were own, and I must admit that it was funny to see about fifty on mine and only five on Kanda's.

My boyfriend didn't care though, or at least didn't let on to it, and just ate his soba as people had conversations about who would win and made bets. Lenalee says, "So Allen, do you have a strategy?"

"No, why would I?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. I didn't really need a plan to seduce Kanda, did I? Maybe I should just strut around in our room naked, because that would work. She rolls her eyes, "Of course you need a strategy! Stop by my room later and I'll help."

I nod, "Okay."

"It won't work. I already have the upper hand here," Kanda said, finishing with his soba and smirking at me. I notice immediately that the cafeteria was completely silent as people waited for the bluenette to elaborate. Cringing back, I whisper in a high pitched voice, "N-no you d-don't!"

Lavi glances between us with a smile, "Ooh, I wanna here this! Why do you have the upper hand, Yu?"

"Don't use my first name, Usagi!" Kanda growled. "Now if I remember correctly, Moyashi here admitted many things earlier."

"N-no, I didn't!" stupid stuttering, I wanted to hide and die. If he told everyone I'd said I was his naughty girl or anything else I said, I would never live it down. Personally, sometimes I think Kanda is more evil than the Millennium Earl. My worst fears are confirmed as the samurai says, "What was it you said you were? My naughty girl?"

"Shut up," I mutter, as everyone on my side of the cafeteria moved to his.

My boyfriend was so cruel! Lavi was laughing his head off, and Lenalee looked horrified as she asked, "Why did you say that?"

"It wasn't my fault! He had me pinned against the wall and wouldn't let me go unless I said it!" I defend, glaring daggers at Kanda. He just smirked, "It wasn't the only thing you said either."

My cheeks were on fire as I whine, "Kanda, please don't do this to me!"

"Fine, I won't, though it's tempting," he said as he looked at my red face and pleading eyes. I let out a sigh of relief, resting my forehead on the table as chatter started up again, and Lavi said, "Don't be down, Allen! It's all fun and games!"

Bringing my head up, I glower at him harshly, "To you! I'm never going to live any of this down!"

"Fine, fine, let's find something else to talk about. Have any of you noticed that I'm the only straight guy in most of our circle of friends?" he randomly said.

I sit all the way up and reply, "What do you mean?"

The red-head says, "Krory is gay, too, which makes me the only one who likes girls."

"You assume too much, Lavi," his girlfriend laughs, glancing at me, and I join in as our boyfriends looked at us like we'd lost it. Calming my laughing, I ask, "You guys didn't know?"

"Know what?" they asked in unison, though Kanda growled at Lavi afterwards. Lenalee shook her head, "They really are clueless. Allen's bisexual, guys."

At this, Kanda glared at Lenalee with so much hate, I thought she might burst into flames, "Chick, prepare to die."

"Don't kill my best friend, Kanda! Besides, doesn't that mean you're jealous?" I ask playfully, and my boyfriend freezes, his eye contact from the paralyzed Lenalee breaking as she sighs in relief from being rescued. Kanda growls, "No, but she does too much with you, especially when you like girls, too."

I shake my head, "Kanda, just because I'm bi doesn't mean you need to execute every girl that hangs out with me. You're the only person I have feelings for."

Aw's were released all around the cafeteria as I said it, and Kanda's cheeks were dusted with a slight pink. People whispered encouragement for him to reply and say it back, but he remained silent, his eyes burning holes into the table, and I stand from my chair so I could sit in a new one.

Kanda wasn't happy with my new seat as I lean my back against his chest, my mouth only centimeters from his ear, and I whisper, "I love you, Kanda. I love you with all my heart."

"I love you, too," he says outwardly, and several people faint, including Lenalee. I smile, fighting the urge to kiss him with everything I have because in all seriousness, he probably did that against his will. It's rare that he tells me he loves me, not that I'm much better, but he really didn't need to since he makes it obvious through his actions. It was just really sweet when he did say it out loud though, as sweet as candy. Instead of giving him a kiss, I turn my head so our noses could rub against each other, and Kanda was actually willing. More people fainted or got nosebleeds, and I can't help but wonder what would happen if we made-out in public. Ha, many people would wake up in the infirmary.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm lying on the bed with Kanda's arm under my head and around my shoulder as we both read our books. He was about half-way through, give or take, and I was only a third, which is different when my book is only two-hundred pages and his is six. Oh well, he beats me in reading, too, but I don't care.

I plan to go to Lenalee's room in about an hour since she told me to before I left the cafeteria, but I wanted to stay with Kanda. Correction, I wanted to kiss Kanda.

"What do I have to do to get you to kiss me without losing?" I ask, closing my book and cuddling up into him, my left arm over his stomach and the book beside me. My boyfriend closed his book and laid it with mine, also turning to his side as he wrapped his other arm around me, "Nothing."

I whine, "Kanda, please? I really want you to kiss me, and I know you want to, too. No one has to know about it, and it won't count against either of us!"

He shakes his head, "Nope."

Whimpering, I nuzzle my face into his chest, trying to think of a way to convince him otherwise. My puppy face didn't work on him, which gave him a serious asset, and he never gave into begging unless he had control of it. Giving into my want to feel his lips on mine, I tempt, "I'll be your naughty girl, Master, and I'll do anything you want after the battle if you just kiss me."

"No strings attached?" he asked, rolling over to be on top of me, his eyes boring into mine. I nod, closing my eyes with my lips parted in anticipation. The rough lips I missed so much come down on mine, and I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in and our slick muscles begin to fight for dominance. Kanda won, as always, but I didn't mind, the kiss becoming rough and needy. A whimper escapes past my wet, swollen lips as he pulls away, both of our breaths coming out in pants because we had prolonged the kiss so much. As soon as I could get my coherent thoughts back and speak without pausing, I whisper, "Thank you."

"No one finds out," he growls, but as he lies back down beside me, I know he only said it harshly because it was the only way he could cover up the fact that his voice was deeper from want. I knew him well enough to know that his voice drops an octave when he's aroused, the opposite of me. He still laughs and teases me about my higher voice when we have sex. No matter, I was happy now.

Author Note: This chapter was longer than I meant to make it, but I don't think any of you are complaining. Please keep choosing sides and giving ideas; it helps a lot! Reviews? Please?