Hana: ...what?

Allen: You seriously forgot today is Wednesday.

Hana: Did not!

Allen: Did too.

Hana: Kanda~ You're Moyashi's being a meanie!

Allen: -pales, and runs off-

Hana: ...he's not even here. -huffs- Ah, well. If y'all didn't know neither XavierForest nor myself own D. Gray-man...so enjoy the fic!

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+ - Chapter 9 - +

Eliade knew when her life was on the line, and she was fine with that. That is, she was fine with that until a month ago.

But things were different now. Why? Because now it wasn't only her she had to live for.

Nor was it only her husband. Before the gunner had come to her, she had been a little under the weather. Going to the clinic, she had found that she was pregnant. According to her doctor, she was already nine weeks. She was now about twelve weeks, and she hadn't told Krory yet. How does a woman go to someone like her husband and tell him? Drop hints? Tell him directly?

Obviously he wasn't the sharpest of tools in the shed. But he had enough of a point to get the gist of things. The real point of it all was, should she tell him, when there's a dangerous killer out to get her? She knew he would do anything to ensure the safety of their child.

Only, she also knew that he wasn't strong enough to protect the two of them.

But...perhaps there was someone who could. Would he be up to it, was the real question.

And if he already knew who she was, would he be willing to help her? Maybe, all things considering. Though she still couldn't be sure. The best course of action right now was to figure out a way to keep her family safe, and deal with whatever came next when she had the time.

"Eliade? Eliade!" Snapping out of her reveries, Eliade looked to her husband, only a hint of a blush on her cheeks.

"Arystar?"

"Are you well, my dear? I've been calling for you for five minutes."

Brown eyes softened, and the woman smiled warmly at her husband. "I'm fine. There's just a lot on my mind right now."

"If you're sure that you're sure..."

"I'm sure, Arystar."

It was sweet how much he cared. Maybe that was one of the reasons she'd fallen for him in the first place... Truthfully, even she didn't know why she loved him, just that she did, and she would do anything to keep him out of harm's way.

But could she do enough to also keep her...their unborn child from getting hurt in the end? "Perhaps I'm just exhausted. I'll go upstairs and rest."

"Very well, I'll hold down the fort, as they saying goes."

She nodded, watching as her husband checked over one of the more fragile antiques, before retreating upstairs.

Once she was in their room, she pulled out her phone, and dialed a number. "I don't suppose you know one Allen Walker's cellphone number, do you?"

. . - * - . .

"What the hell are you pulling?" Kanda growled at the man at the desk.

"I must appologize, but I can't let you adopt Timothy."

"You can't, or you won't?" Allen darkly asked. It wasn't the first time he came across people like this, it was obvious the moment they entered, that the head of the Orphanage wasn't fond of two men being together. At last he was being professional about it. More or less.

Timothy, sitting between the two men, glowered. "They're great people! Why won't you let me live with them?"

"This is not for a child to—"

"BULLSHIT!" Timothy cried out, "You're just a stupid homophobic bastard! I bet if this was taken to Court, you'd totally lose your case!"

"Actually," Kanda said, eyeing the pudgy man, "I think we just might."

The man gained a wary look, leaning back a little to put some distance between himself and the Japanese male. "Now, there's no need for that, I'm just saying th—"

"That you're a homophobe," a blonde-haired woman finished for him with a sigh.

"E-Emilia?" Timothy stuttered, glancing between the new arrival and the Orphanage's head.

"Now, I know my father never once said you were to deny ANYONE of adopting a child, Mr. Johnson." She continued, crossing her arms.

"B-But...!"

"Mr. Johnson, my father left you in charge because he was certain you wouldn't cause a bad rep for our little orphanage." Her eyes turned to Timothy, but not before seeing Kanda, where a healthy blush covered her face, "B-besides, these nice gents are more than eligible to adopt a child, I'm sure."

"That's not—"

"Did you even check to see if they were eligible?" Emilia asked crossly, pointedly avoiding looking at Kanda. Why were all the good looking ones gay?

"I...I OUT RIGHT REFUSE SUCH HERASY!"

Allen looked to Kanda, the elder looking back. Both had an agreement between them. "Mr. Johnson," Allen began, "My fiancé, Yu Kanda, so happens to be in the FBI. He knows people. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem like a man who would hide things."

"Hide things?" Timothy asked.

"Yes...perhaps there are his own personal reasons to why we can't adopt Timothy Hearst."

"Th-that's blackmail!"

"Miss Emilia," Allen addressed the woman in the room, "Have you heard any form a blackmail whatsoever?"

"Mm...no." She didn't take time to think. "I wouldn't be surprised if you found a trail of sorts."

"I see, then if Mr. Johnson here really has nothing to hide, he shouldn't be so... upset. Right, sir?"

"GET OUT! GET OUT AND DON'T EVER SHOW YOUR DAMNED FACES HERE AGAIN, FUCKING FAGS!"

"You can't stop us from wanting to adopt." Kanda said. "My little moyashi is right. I am in the FBI. I can find most any trail you've left behind."

Timothy found himself faintly amused by the situation. The head of the Orphanage, a man he hated with a passion, was still yelling and screaming at the people who wanted to adopt, telling them to leave, while said people just stood there, straight-faced, waiting for him to finish. From the looks of it, they'd dealt with someone like this before. Didn't stop him from having to hold his side from how much he was laughing, though.

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Allen was fuming. "Yu, I can't believe that arse hat! What da bloody 'ell is 'is problem? I'm so infuriated doesn't even cover 'ow insulted I am!"

"If your accent is anything to go by, I can tell right off the bat." Kanda pointed out. "He hasn't the right to do what he did, but that won't mean we won't be fighting to be able to keep him."

"Too right! An' we're gonna win!"

"I'm sure we will. I'll have Link get some dirt on the man we can use against him if we must."

Allen smiled, "Have I ever told you how much I—" Allen blinked when his phone started ringing. He didn't know the number.

"They just might call again if you don't answer." Kanda grumbled.

"Allen?"

"Huh? Eliade?" How did she get his cell number?

"Listen, we need to talk."

Allen frowned, turning away from his lover, who'd seemed surprised that Krory's wife was calling his fiancé. "I'm listening."

"Not like this. I mean face-to-face."

The Brit tightened his grip on the phone. "About?

There was silence on the other end.

"Eliade?"

Slowly, after another lengthy pause, there was a sigh. "Please."

"Uh...what's all this about?"

"Please, just...come? I need your help." This on its own was strange to the British male.

"Can it wait until morning? It's late."

"Fine then. Meet me at the café on Fourth Street."

"Alright, I'll see you then."

Allen ended the call, staring at his phone with brows furrowed. He didn't know what to make of that conversation; it'd all been... odd. It didn't make sense. Unless it was about the AKUMA thing...

"Why did she call?"

The youth flinched, looking up surprised into his lover's eyes. "Oh, she just said something about wanting to meet up."

"And why would she?"

"For the life of me...I haven't a clue." Allen admitted. "It sounded urgent though..." Really, what did Eliade want to talk to him about?

Kanda crossed his arms, staring down into the younger's innocent eyes. "I see..."

"Eh...Yu?"

With a smirk, the elder leant in closer, 'til he was eye-to-eye with his lover. "I don't know if I quite like the idea of you planning a date while I'm not around." The man then grabbed at his fiancé, pushing the boy up against a wall and pressing his larger body into the youth. "But I suppose I'll just have to trust you then, hm?"

"Jealous much?" Allen asked, a little breathless from the sudden movement. Thank God no one was watching them. It was only by luck that there weren't many people around today. "Besides, it's not a date. She just wants to talk."

"Still, you know how I feel about sharing."

"You are not getting horny in an alley are you?"

"I just might be. Mo-ya-shi."

Allen stifled a moan as the elder slid a thigh between his legs, applying pressure to his stiffening arousal. "Ka—"

Lips silenced his own, a hand groped his arse, another cupping his face.

Well fuck, he really was horny in an alley. "Naah~ Yu...s-some m—mpf...!" A small break was cut shorter when lips recaptured his. Allen could feel his face flushing, he could already guess his eyes were slowly becoming unfocused of the world around him.

When the kiss was broken again, Kanda muttered into Allen's neck, "No one can even see us. We've migrated quite far into the darkness's cover." He bit the younger's neck, making him gasp, and clench the arm supporting him. He wasn't really sure when Kanda had moved them when he did, but he supposed that was fine...except he still had a fear someone might see them.

"But—naaah~" Kanda pressed against Allen's member, the tenting material hiding very little of his apparent excitement.

"Shh, it's okay, Moyashi..." The hand groping him migrated to beneath the fabric, finger's wasting no time in searching for, and finding, the boy's hole.

Allen tensed as he felt something enter him, whimpering when he realized it was his lover's fingers. Tentatively, the red-faced youth ground up against his lover, ignoring the part of himself that scolded him for doing such a thing in a place where anyone could walk by and see them.

"Such a shame I can't tear your clothes off, and fuck you into the wall right now..." Kanda grunted. "Can you imagine it? Your naked form before me, your hands pressed against the wall, while you're on your knees...legs spread wide and your ass begging for me to give it my upmost attention..."

Allen shivered, the image seeming perhaps too real for his active mind. "Y-Yu..."

"I suppose I could settle with you pressed against that wall, your pants pooled around your knees...my cock deep in your hungry little rear."

The fingers retreated, and then Allen found himself with his face to the wall, his pants being pulled down before he even had time to think.

Even less time when that hot rod was shoved into him in only a single go. Allen's breath hitched, as he fought back a scream. People were passing them by...didn't they see this? What if this had been a rape? "Naaah~!"

"It's too loud out there for them to hear you, my little moyashi."

The boy had to choke down on a sob when Kanda thrust up, feeling his prostate be hit with the kind of accuracy that only his fiancé could pull off.

"Nyaah~~! Ah~! S-so good! Y-u~!" Kanda grinned. It was almost a shame he couldn't defile that homophobe's desk though...the look he'd of gotten would've made the visit far more worth it.

Had Timothy not of been there, he would've done just that. Right in front of the homophobic man, where he would get a once in a lifetime chance to get a full. Yeah, right, like that'd ever happen. His moyashi was for his eyes alone. "You're enjoying this far more than you're letting on...do you want to get caught? Secretly want someone to investigate? Hm?"

The Brit squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on how he was being pounded up into by his lover's cock, and not the fact that he wouldn't say that the prospect of being found didn't... make him a little hornier.

"AH!" That particular thrust had forced stars across his vision. It wouldn't be long before he'd cum...he really wanted to cum...

But wouldn't it stain his pants if he did? Especially with how he was— "Nya! Nooo~!"

Kanda, with his hands at the boy's hips, slowly rocked against the youth's sweating body, kissing his way down the back of a pale neck.

He felt his pants pooling around his ankles, boxers meeting the same fate. Kanda's thrust were more urgent, rapid. There wasn't anything holding Allen back, nothing to stifle his screams. He wanted to fall to his knees, wanted to feel nothing more than his lover. It was getting closer...so much closer...

He felt a hand at his cock, fisting him in time to the thrusts, bringing him that much closer to the edge.

"AAAAAH!" And close he had been, he felt his knees buckle, his vision foggy. He was only vaguely aware of his fiancé's cum filling him to the brim.

The elder brought his soiled hand to the younger's face. "Just look at the mess you've made." Kanda said with a grin. "Little moyashi should clean up after themselves."

Allen blankly blinked, then, eventually, his hazy eyes focussed on the task presented before him, and then he timidly licked at the man's fingers, perhaps a little too pleased to feel that his lover was still inside of him.

Craning his neck, Allen took in two of the digits, sucking them, and mewling, tasting himself on the older male's hand. When Kanda deemed the boy's work done, he pulled out, only to turn Allen around, his pants falling off completely in the process. Allen's legs now free, he lifted him, and hooked either leg over his shoulders, grinding his growing girth between the younger's ass cheeks.

"A-ah! N-not aga-in...Y-Yu!"

"Can't help that you're so irresistible." Kanda muttered, biting on the younger's collar. "I just want to tie you up, and never let anyone but me see you."

"Th-that s...ounds... GYA!"

The elder had shoved himself back inside the boy, not giving his partner's abused prostate the chance to recover. "Sounds amazing, right?"

"Nyaaah!" Allen didn't know how he could so much as think anymore. Hell, the only thing he actually was able to think of at all was Kanda. Kanda's cock shoved up his ass. Kanda's hands squeezing, and groping his rear, his own erection being rubbed against the fabric of his lover's shirt...fuck, shit, dammit! He was already get so close...

After being screwed so many times, why did his stamina run out so quickly? That wasn't how it was supposed to work dammit!

The youth did his very best to cling to his lover, squeezing tighter with each passing second, inadvertently making each thrust go deeper, penetrating further.

Kanda cursed under his breath, feeling his second release quickly approaching...honestly, the idea of someone seeing them this way, was a rather amusing thought. But like hell they'd see his moyashi like this.

Anyone who tried would earn themselves a one-way ticket to the hospital.

No, scratch that. They'd have a one-way ticket to a cold metal table in Komui's lab. And perhaps a freezer bed until Komui can get around to their frozen corpse.

"Nyaah~! Ah~! Y-Yu...s-so close...ngh~! S-So cl-ose~"

Allen panted, body sweating heavily. He took a quick peek at the older male's face through heavy lidded eyes, shivering at the way Kanda looked as if he were about devour the boy whole. Ducking his head, the youth recalled Kanda's birthday, and, with a small smirk of his own, clenched hard around his lover.

"Fuck!" Kanda grunted, half glaring at the younger male, "You little..."

"Revenge is so sweet~ Ne, Yu~?"

Gritting his teeth, Kanda slammed the boy into the wall, and the latter screamed out at how deeply he felt himself be taken. "Yeah, it is," the elder grunted back.

"Yu...~"

"I wish I'd of taken the plug..." Kanda grumbled..."at least your pants would've been spared the stains I know will be there."

"Yu~ Ne-ed t-to co-me!" He was too out of it to pay attention to what he just said, Kanda noted.

"Do you really think I should let you come after what you just did?"

"Yu! P-please!"

Allen squirmed, and then gasped when he felt a hand at his cock, stroking him.

"I'll let you cum this time..." Kanda whispered into the younger's ear. "Be thankful...I may lack mercy next time."

The boy gave a small nod to show he'd heard, then tensed when Kanda's tongue invaded his ear. "S-stop! Not th—!"

A firmer, longer stroke to his cock, cut him off, and all Allen knew was white. White in his vision, white, white, white everywhere. He felt his ass being filled for the second time that session, mewling at the feeling.

His body arched the best it could in its position, fingers digging in to the fabric of his partner's shirt, lover pressing him to the wall to keep him from falling.

"Fuck." Kanda grumbled. "You think you can walk, Moyashi?"

"What the hell is this?!" Both men blinked, before turning to the sound of the man that called out. Allen was now a bright red, and Kanda had darkened in seeing who it was who caught them. "You're all spawns of the blasted devil, dammit!"

"Go. Away. Before I show you a true blasted devil, Han you piece of shit."

"H-Han? Chaoji Han?" How embarrassing to be seen that way! Oh fuck! He sees him in this way...w-with him against the wall, Kanda's girth still up his ass...dammit, this was the worst scenario he could've come up with! Or rather, worst one he could be caught up in! "Yu..."

He took it back; being caught definitely did not make him horny. What was worse, though, was how Kanda just tightened his grip, refusing to let the boy down.

"Lemme go! Yu!"

Kanda glared at his lover, silencing his protests.

Shrinking in shame, Allen tried to hide himself from Chaoji's sight by disappearing into his partner's chest, glancing over the man's shoulder to get himself the first good look of the man his fiancé so hated with a passion.

There wasn't much of anything interesting with the man, brown hair, okay build...his hair was in a pom-pom ponytail as he'd dubbed it. He was ordinary...but his personality...

"You little shit, you use some witchcraft or something to bend this man to your whim." Silver eyes widened, fists clenching Kanda's shirt. "People like you should disappear!"

"Take your own fucking advice." Kanda's voice was low and full of warning towards the other male, "Talk that way about my fiancé again, and no one will ever find your pathetic form."

"Nice to know you're gonna be marrying a whore you screwed in an ally!" Chaoji's voice was filled with disgust, staring at the younger with clear hatred and abhorrence.

Allen buried his face in his lover's neck, hiding his trembling lower lip and watery eyes. He didn't dare speak, knowing how pathetic his voice would sound. He should never have agreed to this... just when everything was going good...

"This...'whore', as you so kindly called him, isn't such. Last I checked they fuck for money." When the Chinese man was about to speak again, Kanda interrupted him, "For the fucking record, he never converted me from anything. I was already a fag long before I met him."

"Yu..."

Kanda turned his attention to his lover, who was fighting back tears. He kissed away the budding tears, before turning his attention back to the disgusted man, "On that note. You had better get the fuck out of here, or else, you'll find your sorry excuse of a dick shoved up your ass, with your balls shoved down your fucking throat."

The Brit winced at the rather graphic description, though soon comforted by the fact that Chaoji ran like the devil was on his tail. Well, Kanda could be considered the devil...

Kanda grumbled under his breath, before removing himself from the younger, carefuly placing him on the ground. He handed the boy his pants. "Not that I don't like the view, but if we're heading home, you should be decent for society, don't you think?"

Face redder than it had been moments prior, Allen quickly took his pants, and shoved his legs through them, fastening what needed fastening, and grabbed his lover's hand. "C-can I?"

"Hold my hand? When had I stopped you before?" Smiling, the younger, went from holding the man's hand, to clinging to his arm. "Someone's suddenly in a better mood."

"You stood up for me, Yu...I'm honestly not used to anyone doing that."

"Che. Baka Moyashi."

"Love Yu." Kanda rolled his eyes, and escorted them back to his flat. Starting in a few months, they'd have a trial to gain custody over Timothy. Somehow, he had a feeling it was going to be hell of an uphill battle.

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Barely half way to the elevator, just half an hour later, Kanda stopped, and looked behind him, a skeptical look in his eye, "What the hell?"

"Yu?"

"No, it's nothing, Moyashi." He dismissed the notion of someone following them. Probably unimportant. Entering the elevator, for a brief moment, Kanda was almost certain he saw someone from his past, but didn't get a good look at the person, as the doors had closed before he could get a good look.

It couldn't have been...could it have?

"Yu? What's wrong?" Allen wasn't so out of practice that he couldn't tell when something was wrong, especially considering it was his fiancé who was acting out of sorts.

"Nothing."

Seeing the younger wasn't buying it, Kanda sighed, "I thought I saw him...my father."

"The one that ran off?"

"Certainly not the one who passed away, idiot." Kanda grumbled. "But it couldn't be him, what would he be doing here?"

"Maybe...to check up on you? Fathers can check up on their sons, right?"

The elder scowled. "Not him. The bastard ditched; no way in hell he'd be coming around for a visit after all these years."

Reading the mood, Allen nuzzled into his fiancé's side. "Then maybe it was just someone else."

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How long had it been? Too long...he grew up to be a dashing young man. He seemed...Happy...who was that child with him? Was he his lover? His little boy had grown up so much...why though? Why did he feel...betrayed?

A boiling pot of a bubbling brew was to the point of overflowing...he lost his lover. His wonderful partner...gone...his former life gone...why was he here? He's...done things...what things? He couldn't remember...his son really had grown up...

"I'll be seeing you, Yu."

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Eventful chapter, right? Seems a mysterious person is on the prowl...doesn't seem too stable...who could he be?

Give this story love! R&R ain't rest and relaxation, but of course we all know a lot of us can use it x) See y'all next Wednesday...and also, JUST HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS D. GRAY-MAN HALLOW?! The animation! The voices~! gods, I'm in love with Kanda all over again~ ❤