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Chapter 5 - Onsra, to love for the last time
Jaws clicked and saliva ran down on their cheeks with the messy way they were kissing. Their hands greedily sought out each other's skin, not caring if they were rough, it's not like they were ever gentle with each other. Their calloused hands tightly gripped each other's clothes, impatiently tugging the restricting material. Fire burned under their skin, not unlike the ones that fuelled their heated bickerings. They were desperate, in need of contact.
This was their final night.
Tomorrow everything will end.
Tomorrow they'll be finally laid to rest.
There was comfort in that fact, but also unmasked anxiety. Finally they'd be freed from the burdens of their lives: the Noah Clan, the Church, the Innocence, their curses, the Fourteenth... Finally, everything would come to an end. And this was their farewell.
On the other hand, there was the natural fear of death, the terror of ceasing to exist. Regretfully it couldn't be helped, Allen knew that his end was near, even he couldn't be expected to hold off the 14th forever. But he'd be damned if he let that guy do as he pleased. So suicide it was and where he went, Kanda would follow.
They were sad to realise that they would be unable to say goodbye to their friends, but maybe it was better this way: teary goodbyes were unlike them.
There was no use in mulling about what the world would be like if they won - they were soldiers bound to the battlefield, they had no place in a peaceful world. They were far too damaged.
Finally the annoying articles were cast aside so they could welcome each other's unclothed form. Neither of the two possessed flawless skin, both of them had some kind of imperfection. Those were just another proof how much life fucked them over.
Allen's body was littered with scars of all sizes, but the three most prominent was those left by Mana, Crowned Clown and Mugen. They were eternal reminders of his sin and what he was. And then there was also the Innocence that clung to the boy ever since he was born, marking him as the infamous Destroyer of Time. At this point he wasn't even sure if the prophecy was about him in the end.
Meanwhile Kanda's skin was - had been - entirely unblemished with the exception of the tattoo on his left pectoral. Now it stretched across the almost entire expanse of his chest, reminding him just how short he was on time.
Exactly like the boy under him.
Allen had already gotten to the point that he didn't dare to sleep. It wasn't unfounded, they had accidents. So many and severe that they had to leave a comatose Johnny at a rural hospital - with enough money to nurse him back to help and convinced the staff that they had never been there. As time passed, the harder it was to keep Neah at bay and the longer the duration of his dominance remained. Both minds were stubborn and wanting to finish this war, neither of them willing to submit to the other. Even if they had the same goal, they simply sacrificed too much to disappear.
Kanda had to practically bully Allen into sleeping, but the clown Exorcist only accepted if he was confined, so he wouldn't hurt anyone ever again. Kanda hated to admit, but Allen was right about it, since there were times when Neah woke up earlier. It was a race between the two, about who could fall asleep earlier and wake up sooner. A death match of endurance. Needless to say, they couldn't go on forever, in the end Allen's body would give up and push the two minds into unconsciousness. It was one of the rare times Kanda could lower his guard a little.
Other times, like now, that they were losing themselves in passion did Kanda lower his guard. His hands hungrily explored the naked skin, mindful not to put pressure on the still unhealed stab, it was still tender.
Tongues were clashing in a heated dance as they ground their bodies together. Gasps, mewls, moans, pants fell of their lips, urging the other to touch more, feel more, hold more and just do more. Their mute pleas pass through without words. Hold me, kiss me, stay with me! Don't let me go, don't leave me alone!
Two hands slid into each other and intertwined as the mattress creaked under their movements as they sought their ecstasy in each other. Scratches, bites, squeezing and sucking, they committed every detail in their memories. They clung to each other as if they were apologizing for every punch and kick. Now this was only about forgetting themselves and the world and their responsibilities for a night and unite as Kanda Yuu and Allen Walker.
Their breathing gradually quickened as they neared their completion. Faster. Harder. Stronger. Faster, harder, stronger, fasterharderstronger, fasterharderstronge-
Fireworks exploded behind their eyelids as the force of their orgasm washed over them, freeing them from their worries if only for a moment. They jerked a final time, before they disconnected.
Allen let out a content sigh as Kanda's arm circled around him, pulling him over his chest. Long fingers caressed his skin soothingly, coaxing him to sleep. Now that the boy was spent and completely exhausted Neah wouldn't try taking over. Not to mention even he wasn't reckless enough to charge at the Millennium Earl without a fully rested body. Tonight they had ceasefire.
Through equally drained lidded eyes, Kanda watched the Bean drift off. For some reason it felt idyllic to watch little idiot finally sleep peacefully. At least he could grant the younger a little amount of happiness, something to hold on when everything went to hell. They both needed it.
He pulled up the blanket to cover their bodies. The Sprout let out a sleeping noise as he nestled himself in Kanda's embrace. Despite himself Kanda found himself quirking his lips upward. Even if it was only for a night, the two of them could be human.