Kanda was the first to recover from the high. He shoved Allen off of him and sat up on the edge of the bed. His regeneration abilities had slowed dramatically since the incident with Alma, making him more like a normal person, and as such he was in pain. Not a lot of pain, it was just a dull ache in his lower back, but it seemed worse because his tolerance was still low. And the feel of Allen's semen flowing out of him didn't help with his discomfort.
The sun had set while they were having sex. Kanda was torn between laying back down and taking a shower. At the very least he needed his pants. But even with the streetlights shining through the curtains, it was too dark to see them. He looked around for a lamp, and his gaze landed on Allen, who was now sitting up on the bed, smirking at him like he'd been watching the whole time.
The smirk was the best Allen could muster. He felt like grinning from ear to ear after what happened, but things changed when he opened his eyes. He'd always been able to see well in the dark because of his time with Cross, but this went beyond that. He knew that it was dark, but he could still see everything in the room. Especially Kanda as he struggled to move. It was amusing, but the newfound night vision was a reminder that he was now part cat, and his post-orgasm euphoria was fading rapidly.
"Am I amusing you, Moyashi?"
"My name's Allen, or did you somehow manage to forget that in the last two minutes?" He snapped back, after everything earlier he did not want Kanda to know that he was growing depressed again.
Kanda clicked his tongue. Something was wrong with the brat. He expected the boy to be hyper. Or smug. The boy should be rubbing what just happened in his face. He should be teasing him for letting him top. Instead he was defensive, like he'd done something wrong. He narrowed his eyes at the brat. Allen's ears were pinned back against his head. "What's wrong with yo- oh."
He figured it out before he was done asking. But then it wasn't hard to miss. Allen's eyes were practically glowing. And they looked very much like a cat's. Unlike the ears and tail, which Kanda had found adorable, this was slightly off putting, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was that the Moyashi was not going to take this new development well.
Allen squeezed his eyes shut and turned away from Kanda's stare. And was promptly flicked in the forehead for the third time that day. "Baka. Look at me."
"No." Allen didn't move. He couldn't move. If he looked at Kanda he'd see those cobalt eyes staring back at him, those eyes he couldn't hide his feelings from, and the tears he was currently repressing would escape. And Allen was not going to cry over this anymore.
Kanda clicked his tongue and flicked the brat's forehead again. He got no reaction so he pushed himself off the bed as quickly as his sore back would allow. "Fine, be that way."
There were a few thuds from Kanda bumping into furniture as he gathered his clothes and left to take a shower. But Allen didn't know that that's where he had gone. He just knew that Kanda was gone. The tears he'd been holding back threatened to fall. His inability to face the changes to his body had scared off his lover. And it had to happen right after sex too. Everything had been so perfect just minutes earlier, and now... Well, now Kanda was gone. And he probably wasn't coming back. Of course if Allen had been thinking straight he would have known that Kanda was simply giving him the space he needed, but his emotions were on overload after the reminder that he was now part cat. But he did know one thing: if he didn't get a grip on himself he would lose Kanda for good.
.x.x.
When I returned to the room the Moyashi was lying down on the bed, still naked, but the soiled top sheet had at least been removed. The light was on, and from the way the boy's ears perked up at the sound of the door he was clearly awake. "Are you feeling better now, or do I need to leave again?" I asked from the doorway.
He sat up and faced me, but the action seemed forced. "Don't go." His words were quiet, he'd been crying again. "I'm still a mess, but please don't leave. I can't-"
A half strangled sob cut off his words. I rolled my eyes. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay. Just... I can't take any more crying, so try to keep it down, ok?"
He giggled in relief as I made my way to the bed. I winced internally at the sound. It was still irritating. "And no giggling. That's worse than the crying."
He huffed and shot me a mock glare. "Any more rules I need to follow?"
I smirked. "I can probably think of a few..." That got a smile out of the boy, but it faded instantly when I tacked on, "Moyashi."
He narrowed his eyes at me and mumbled something that sounded a lot like "bastard". Apparently he was feeling well enough to argue. I sat on the edge of the bed and ruffled his hair, succeeding at making him purr.
He shoved me away immediately. "Knock that off, Bakanda."
I didn't. I enjoyed the sound too much. I also enjoyed that the Moyashi didn't like it. He shoved me away again. "Gah! Why are you such a bastard?! Shouldn't getting laid have made you a nicer person?!"
The exasperated look on his face was priceless, and I couldn't help laughing at it.
I was cut off by the Moyashi's lips pressing against mine. It was a brief kiss, but it was good. "I guess you have changed a little, Yuu~. You have a wonderful laugh."
He looked beautiful, and I'm not sure why, but I was feeling really good, probably from the sex, and I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Only for you, Allen."
He kissed me as soon as I got the word out. This kiss was deep and intense, and we were breathing heavily by the time we broke apart. If that's how he always reacts to me using his real name, I would definitely be doing it again- but only sometimes, it would lose its power if I used it all the time.
I attacked his hair again, and this time he didn't fight back. He leaned against me and purred into my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could tell that he was still unhappy with the fact that he was purring, but he wasn't fighting it anymore. I wasn't one for displays of affection, but for the first time in a long time I felt truly happy, so I let him hug me.
The embrace didn't last long. It ended rather quickly when the Moyashi's hands slid under my shirt and began to rub my sore back. The action alone wasn't much, but the tone of his purring changed, revealing that he had devious intentions. Stopping my petting, I forcibly tilted his head up so that our eyes met. I was greeted with the smug smirk I'd been expecting earlier. Allen was ready to tease me for letting him top. I pushed him away from me. "Say what you want to say so we can get this over with, Moyashi."
"It's no fun if you play along, Yuu~." He fake pouted, then stuck his tongue out at me. "And all I was going to say was that you made some wonderful noises when you were under me. I'd love to hear you make them again sometime, Yuu~."
"Hell no." It was a gut reaction from my pride, but there was definitely a part of me that wanted to let Allen top me again. Not that I was ever going to tell him that.
He laughed. "I figured as much. I'm surprised you even agreed to it in the first place."
"Heat of the moment, Moyashi. That's all. Don't read anything into it." I glared at him, but his hands had returned to my back and the touch was arousing.
He snickered as he slid his hands into my pants. "How am I supposed to do that, Yuu~? I asked you to choose between me and your pride, and you chose me. You chose your love for me."
"Che. Baka." His wandering fingers found my abused entrance and I winced at the touch. "What do you think you're doing?"
He smirked at me. "At the moment I'm enjoying seeing you in pain, Yuu~."
.x.x.
Kanda finally snapped.
As much as I had enjoyed topping him, and as much as I wanted to do it again, it felt backwards. And part of me wondered if maybe that's why I was still so uncomfortable with my ... changes.
There was really only one way to find out, so I started baiting him. It wasn't too hard, I had plenty of practice at getting on his nerves after all. Especially with the knowledge that hearing me say his first name aroused him. Not that I was any different on that front. Kanda had my blood boiling with just one whisper.
I knew he was ready to jump me, so I not so subtly reminded him that he had been submissive to me. And that was it. He had my hands pinned above my head and my back pressed into the mattress in seconds. The kiss he started was rough and bruising, but it was what I wanted from him; those earlier kisses when he was trying to be gentle were nice, but they just weren't Kanda. This, where he was kissing me so hard I thought I might pass out from a lack of air, this was right.
.x.x.
Kanda didn't need an explanation, or conversation, or even permission. He could see the satisfied smirk on Allen's face and the cat-boy's growing erection. He didn't need words to know that the white haired boy was ready for another round.
The foreplay was much shorter this time, and it wasn't long before Kanda was grinding their naked members together. He wanted to make Allen beg, but what he got was close enough. The white haired boy growled impatiently, then he grabbed Kanda's hand and shoved the fingers into his mouth, licking every surface and slicking them up well.
When he was finished Kanda wasted no time in tossing the cat-boy's legs over his shoulders, lifting Allen's hips off the mattress so that his tail no longer blocked his entrance. Then Kanda shoved one of his long, skinny fingers into the exposed hole.
Allen cried out when Kanda's finger penetrated him. The subsequent thrusts and wiggles had him moaning. His cry for more was answered with a second finger being shoved roughly beside the first. He could feel the samurai's impatience in the haphazard way the fingers stretched his passage. It hurt, badly, yet it felt so good.
A third finger, then more rough scissoring, which led to a stray finger brushing against a spot that had Allen writhing in ecstasy. Kanda wanted to enjoy it, but his ignored erection couldn't wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers, rewarded with a delicious whimper from the boy.
Allen tried not to scream at the pain of Kanda's length pushing into his clumsily stretched hole. It felt like he was going to rip apart. Then the motion stopped, and the pain began to fade. When he was ready he managed to spit out, "Move, Bakanda."
At the cat-boy's bidding, Kanda pulled almost all the way out then thrust back in. He knew his actions had been a poor imitation of Allen's, but he didn't particularly care if he was rough with the brat, especially when he knew that Allen would tell him if he took it too far.
Kanda's thrusts found a rhythm with the motion of Allen's hips. They moved together, until Kanda hit Allen's prostate. The cat-boy cried out as he saw stars. A few more hard thrusts to the spot, and Allen came. The spasming muscles around his member pushed Kanda to the edge, and after one more shaky thrust, he released inside Allen.
Allen's legs fell from Kanda's shoulders, and he blinked up at the older man. There was something he wanted to say, but the exhaustion was setting in, and he was asleep before he got the words out.
.x.x.
Despite my annoyance that the brat passed out immediately, I couldn't help but appreciate how wonderful he looked in that moment. His hair was tangled and strewn about, and his skin glowed with a faint sheen of sweat.
I surveyed the mess we'd just made and decided it wasn't worth cleaning up. Not when there was another bed in the room. The Moyashi was easy enough to carry, so I moved him to the other bed and climbed in beside him. The brat was finally mine. I was never going to let him go.