"Baka." I leaned in and kissed him again. And this time he kissed me back.

The kiss was rough and I could tell he wanted it just as much as I did. Though it didn't take a genius to figure that one out. He was the one who shoved his tongue in my mouth. I was not going to let a bean sprout get the best of me, and fought back.

He did get the best of me though. His tongue was a distraction from his hands, which I failed to notice were in my hair until he pulled out my hair tie. "You little-"

He cut me off with a short laugh, and then we were kissing again. His hands tangled in my hair, and his tail wrapped around my leg.

Well two can play at that game. My hands found their way to his hair, but they didn't stay there. They went to his ears, those wonderful cat ears that made him even more attractive than usual. I stroked the soft fur, and smirked internally as he started purring. The sound was captivating, I felt like I could listen to it forever.

The Moyashi broke the kiss the second he realized what was happening, backing away with tears in his eyes. I growled and grabbed his wrists. He tried to pull away, but I wasn't about to let go. "Don't. Don't cry. I can't take any more of that."

His tears didn't stop, but he did get angry. It was a relief, an angry Moyashi was one I knew how to deal with. "And what else am I supposed to do, Bakanda? I've been turned into a fucking cat! Just when my life was back together! Just when the Order started to trust me again! And now it's all over! Because some woman decided to turn me into a fucking cat! No one is going to want to be around me!"

"Allen!" He froze when I used his name, just like I expected him to. "No one is going to care! Fuck, Lenalee and that Usagi will probably be all over you even more than they already are! You're so fucking adorable like this that I'm not going to be able to get any alone time with you!"

He giggled. Once. I had gotten more than my fill of his giggles earlier, and kept shouting so I wouldn't have to hear any more. "We don't know that this is permanent! Cross is out tracking down the witch, and you and I are going back to headquarters first thing in the morning to see Komui about this! He may be psychotic, but he is a genius when it comes to strange things like this! He might be able to do something!"

He started whimpering again. "What now?" I snapped.

"That hurt my ears." He smiled sheepishly. "Apparently my hearing is a lot more sensitive than it used to be."

"Baka." I pulled him close. It felt good to stand there with our chests pressed together like that. After so long I finally had him in my arms, and I didn't want to let him go. But there was still something I needed to hear him say. "Does it really matter what everyone else thinks? I don't care that you're different. Isn't that enough?"

He giggled again, that sound was really starting to get on my nerves. "Actually, you said that I'm adorable. Yuu~ "

I glared down at him. I didn't know how to respond to him saying my first name like that, but even the part of me that hated my name had to admit that it sounded good when the Moyashi said it.

"And it's more than enough that you don't care, Yuu~. Or rather, it's more than enough that you do care." He buried his head in my neck. "I've loved you for such a long time. And we've been through so much. It just feels so good to finally have you. Even if you were a total prick in the beginning."

"Oi! You weren't all that perfect in the beginning either, you know." He looked up at me, those big silver eyes full of confusion. I kissed him gently, or rather, as gently as I was capable of, I would never be able to be truly gentle. "I much prefer this version of you." I smirked. "The you that swore three times in the last two minutes is far more interesting than the you that was overly polite to everyone."

Before he could argue I kissed him again, this one more like our first. Our tongues battled for dominance while his fingers played with my hair and I undid the buttons on his shirt. I yanked the garment off of him when we broke apart for air.

"Hey!" I smirked at the protest and began kissing his collarbone. "What was the point of getting dressed if you were just going to undress me so soon?"

I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of his pants, and whispered in his ear. "You were the one who didn't want me to see you naked."

"Ri- nnnghh!" His retort was cut off by the moan he made when I bit down on his shoulder. His fingers suddenly released my hair and flew to my chest, where he had my exorcist jacket open in the blink of an eye. I shrugged the coat off, but he wasn't satisfied. His fingers slid under my shirt and impatiently tugged it upwards. I broke away from marking him to pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside.

We stood there panting and simply staring at each other. His bright silver eyes had become a deep mercury. It was a look that I recognized from all of our fights, but only now was I realizing that it was lust, and not hatred, that was making them that way. His lips were parted for air, and from the expression on his face I almost expected him to start drooling. The ears atop his head twitched with each breath he took, and his tail swayed behind him, occasionally brushing against my calf. I don't know why, but the touch felt so ... erotic. My eyes drifted to his chest, taking in the scars that marred his pale skin as my gaze moved lower. I smirked, his pants looked as tight as mine felt. Good, he wouldn't object to what I was planni-

Clearly I wasn't paying enough attention to him. His hands were suddenly on my shoulders, and before I know what happened, my back hit the floor, hard, a loud crash accompanying me as I fell. The breath knocked out of me, I gasped for air, only to find breathing hard due to the weight of a Moyashi on top of me. Our legs were tangled together, along with the legs of the chair that he had apparently pushed us into.

He tried to push himself off me, but I stopped him, grabbing his hair rather roughly and pulling him into an equally rough kiss. Our bare chests pressed together was a thrilling sensation, and I couldn't resist thrusting my hips upward and grinding our clothed erections together.

The Moyashi made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a meow. I could feel the embarrassment flowing off of him, but I didn't let him pull away. Instead I ground our hips together once more and made him repeat the sound again. This time he responded by deepening the kiss, and God that boy was good with his tongue.

My moan was drowned out by a loud knock at the door. "I heard a crash. Is everything alright in there?" It was that idiot finder. He didn't respond to all the screaming the Moyashi did earlier, but the chair falling he heard. I was going to kill him.

I broke away from the Moyashi to respond, but the moronic finder had already opened the door. I was seriously going to murder him. "Out!" I gave him my best death glare. But then the Moyashi was pulling me back to him, and our lips were crashing together once again. The sound of the door closing in a hurry signified that the finder had gone.

As the Moyashi and I kissed I thought about what the finder saw: me, Kanda Yuu, shirtless, pinned to the ground by one Allen Walker, also shirtless, with cat ears and a tail, legs tangled together and making out. It put me in a rather bad light. Never mind that homosexuality was supposed to be a bad thing. Never mind that he probably assumed the cat ears were fake and part of some weird fetish. Never mind that he saw my Moyashi without his shirt, though he would definitely have to pay for that. No, what really bothered me was that he saw the Moyashi on top. I was going to annihilate him.

"You can kill the finder later, Bakanda." I blinked as the Moyashi whispered in my ear. "But right now I need you here." He thrust his hips into mine and let out another moan.

I captured his lips and kicked the chair out of my way rather violently, losing my boots in the process. When my legs were free, I broke away, standing up and pulling the Moyashi along with me. I pushed him towards the bed, not caring that I missed and he ended up sprawled half on and half off of it. He righted himself as I stalked quickly to the door and locked it.

I returned to the bed to find him sitting on the edge in only his boxers, which did very little to conceal his arousal. His ears perked up expectantly as he smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Impatient are we, Moyashi?"

He hopped up and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Very." He whispered huskily in my ear. "I've been patient for two years. I don't want to wait any longer."

As if to prove his point, he pulled my pants and boxers down. Then he began rubbing his tail up and down my naked thigh. I glared at him, but it wasn't very fierce because I was moaning. He smirked. "I think I could get used to having a tail if it does that to you, Yuu~."

That singsongy way he said my name made me want to smack him upside the head. I knew he was trying to goad me into saying his, and I was not going to give into that quite so easily.

I returned his smirk and pushed him over onto the bed. He yelped as I yanked off his boxers. Now we were both naked. It wasn't until I climbed up on the bed with him that I noticed it wasn't a good yelp. He was lying on his back underneath me, hands fisted in the sheets, looking away from me with his eyes squeezed shut. I sighed. "Are you still on that not wanting me to see you naked thing?"

"No..." He said stubbornly, then sighed. "Yes... Maybe? I don't know." Another sigh and then he started babbling. "It's not that I don't want you to see me naked, Yuu. It's more like I'm not comfortable with being naked around other people. I would always catch someone staring at me in the baths, and it really creeped me out. So I started bathing at strange times when I knew no one else would be around. The staring stopped, but even then it almost always feels like someone's watching me. It's just so unnerving!"

Apparently I wasn't as stealthy as I thought with my Moyashi watching. I leaned in and kissed the mark that I had made on his shoulder. "I didn't know you felt like that." I worded it so that it sounded vaguely like an apology, trying to get the Moyashi to look at me. I wanted to see his face when I told him. And it worked. His eyes snapped open immediately, and he turned to face me. I snickered. "But it's definitely not my fault that you chose my shower time as your private time."

The look of shock on his face was priceless. But I only got to enjoy it for a few seconds before it morphed into one of anger and the Moyashi punched me in the stomach. "That was you? Bastard."

I smirked down at him. He hadn't hit me very hard, which meant that he wasn't as angry as he pretended to be. "Of course. I love seeing you naked. You're so delicious..."

I bit a different spot on his collarbone, making him moan and forget about his anger. Then I proceed to do the things I had wanted to do to him ever since I started watching him. I kissed his scars. Covered him in hickeys. Sucked on his nipples. And basically just turned him into a writhing, moaning mess.

He played with my hair for a while, then his hands began to roam my body. But when his finger nails started clawing at my back, I had to stop him. I pulled his hands away and pinned his arms above his head.

And that's when I froze. I didn't know what to do next. I only had a vague idea of how sex between two men worked. All I knew came from a few overheard conversations that I was too shy and too proud to fully listen to. And I knew enough about anatomy to know that I couldn't just take him, not without causing extreme pain.

"Don't know what comes next, Bakanda?" Despite how out of breath he was, I could hear the smirk in his voice, it dripped with smugness.

"Oh and you do?" I shot back. He laughed in response, as if it was obvious that he did. I glared at him. "How?"

He blinked innocently up at me, and waited for me to piece it together. "General Cross." I practically spat the name. Yes it was definitely that bastard's fault that the Moyashi knew so much about sex.

When my attention turned back to the Moyashi he was grinning devilishly. It sent a shiver down my spine. "So," the sweetness in his voice was at odds with his expression, "you have only one option for continuing this..."

"Fuck no, I am not letting you top me."

He laughed again. "Then you'd be choosing to not fuck at all."

I glared down at the smirking boy, he looked very much like a cat right then. And he was so very smug. Like he knew he would get his way. "You could just tell me what to do." I growled.

More laughter, it was bordering on evil now. "Not a chance." His voice was singsongy. "I wanna know if your love for me is stronger than your pride, Yuu~"

Which did I want more: sex with my Moyashi, or to keep my pride intact?

While I was arguing with myself, his tail began brushing against my thigh, causing me to moan at the touch. The Moyashi's grin practically split his face, victory was his.

"Fine." I managed to grind out, and I released my grip on his arms. My throbbing erection certainly wanted the sex. And it's not like anyone will ever find out, the Moyashi certainly isn't going to go around telling people that he topped me. I just have to pay attention to what he does so that I know for next time.

He slithered out from under me, and pushed me down so the top half of my chest was pressed against the mattress. I wanted to question him, but then he was kissing the back of my neck, and I lost the power of speech. His mouth worked its way down my spine at an agonizingly slow speed as he moved towards my lower end, and all I could do was try not to moan under his touch. I would let him top, but that didn't mean that I had to let him know that I enjoyed it.

He forced my knees further apart as he knelt between them. Then he licked my entrance and I almost cried out.

.x.x.

Allen smirked at Kanda's feeble attempts to not make noise. He was failing miserably, especially with Allen's now enhanced hearing, but the white haired boy wasn't about to tell him that. No, he was enjoying it far too much.

He wanted to take in the sight of the blue haired boy beneath him, but it felt like a fluke that the samurai had even agreed to this in the first place. Worried that the unpredictable man would suddenly change his mind, Allen went straight to work.

Pulling away slightly, he shoved three of his human fingers inside of his mouth and coated them thoroughly with saliva.

Kanda meanwhile, was distracted by Allen's tail. The furry appendage was stroking his thigh, an action that only fueled his need and made it harder to control his moans. It may have seemed like an involuntary action, but he knew the white haired cat-boy was doing it on purpose.

A wet finger circling his entrance made Kanda forget about the tail. Those few circles were his only warning before Allen shoved the first of his fingers inside of Kanda.

Kanda's world became a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was used to pain, he was a fighter after all, and knowing his body could heal any wound had made him unafraid of getting hurt. But this was something else entirely. Allen's finger moving around inside of him didn't just hurt, it felt good too.

He tried to keep control of his senses, he wanted to stay aware of what that boy was doing to him, but the feeling was just too much. Especially once Allen added a second finger and began stretching him.

Allen's only regret was that he couldn't see Kanda's face. The stifled moans and grunts the man was making were music to his ears, and he wished he could see the facial expressions that went with them. He wanted to see that constantly scowling face light up with pleasure.

But he was the one in control. And he had chosen to put the samurai in that position. On purpose. He knew that he needed to stay in control, and that meant that he couldn't see Kanda's face. Those cobalt eyes killed his focus, and right now he needed all the focus he could muster. Especially when most of his blood was flowing away from his brain. Kanda's earlier ministrations had made him beyond hard, and he'd never gone so long without touching himself before.

So Allen focused everything he had on the fingers inside of Kanda. He thrust and scissored as urgently as he could without hurting the samurai. Though to be honest, his sadistic side wanted to hurt him, but however good that would feel now, it wouldn't be worth it in the long run.

Everything changed for Kanda when Allen's third finger was added. He found himself wanting more and began unconsciously thrusting his hips trying to increase the feeling. Then the nimble digits brushed against a spot that made his vision blur. Pleasure coursed through his veins and the heat coiling inside him grew. He wasn't going to last much longer. Summoning what was left of his voice he ground out, "Damn, Moyashi, hurry up."

Kanda's voice was even rougher than usual and so filled with lust that Allen almost lost control when he heard it. Instead he grit his teeth and brushed his fingers against that spot one more time. As the samurai gave a half strangled cry, Allen swiftly pulled his fingers out of him. He didn't know if Kanda was properly stretched, but he couldn't wait any longer. He lined his member up with Kanda's entrance and pushed inside.

There was no pleasure this time. All Kanda felt was the pain. And it was his own fault. He hadn't thought that that bean sprout of a boy would be big enough to hurt him. All he felt was the pain because he had underestimated that brat, just like he'd been doing since the day they met.

Then the pain started to fade and the pleasure returned. He let out the breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. Allen's strained voice snapped him back to awareness. "Does that mean you're ready for me to continue?"

Kanda tried to answer, but couldn't manage anything more than a grunt. Allen took that as a yes, and pulled slowly out of the samurai, before thrusting back in. The tight heat almost too much for his nearly unbearable need.

The more Allen moved, the more pleasure Kanda felt. And then the pain was gone and he felt his hips moving to Allen's thrusts. They moved together, achieving a harmony they usually only found on the battlefield. Then Allen's member hit Kanda's prostate.

The samurai couldn't help it, his control was gone, and he cried out. But what neither boy expected was for him to cry out the other's real name. "A-Aren!"

He knew he was close, hell after that outburst, he knew they were both close. For Kanda to say his name like that he had to be barely holding on. Allen thrust harder, battering the samurai's prostate. His right hand firmly grasped the man's hip, and his left moved down to stroke the thus far ignored erection.

Something hard yet soft grasped his member. The feeling was so surreal that it actually caught his attention amid the pleasure that had overtaken him. The hand shaped thing began to pump his shaft, but it felt so different from a real hand. Yet somehow the pleasure it gave was exponentially better than any he could give himself. As he lost himself again he finally figured out what it was, Allen's Innocence hand.

Kanda came without warning, spilling his seed over Allen's hand and the bedsheets underneath him. His walls tightened unexpectedly around Allen, and the cat-boy came immediately as his member was squeezed.

Both boys were locked in the euphoric high of orgasm, unaware as their legs gave out and they collapsed in a heap on the bed.