Hana: A bit late in the day...eh-heh...yeah...
Allen: You've got some explaining to do, Hanashi.
Kanda: Which explaining? The lateness of this POS or what she and that guy wrote below?
Allen: What they wrote...? -reads through it- EH?!
Hana: His reaction is so worth how late I'm posting this today. XavierForest nor myself own D. Gray-man if you hadn't figured that out already. I think Allen here is a little broken right now...
Allen: ...didn't I suffer enough last chapter?
Kanda/Hana: Never enough.
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+ - Chapter 23 - +
Allen sighed in content. Food was great, but somehow, it had a weird way of tasting even better when enjoying it with someone you love. He was thrilled when he saw the mountain of mitarashi dango. All. Just. For him.
Kanda watched his fiancé eat, eyes glued to the pale lips closing around the first of one of the sticky treats, finding himself aroused with the way the boy pulled it from the stick with his mouth in one slow movement.
He was honestly reminded of the boy's mouth around his cock just moments ago...fuck. "Moyashi."
"Mm?" Allen quickly swallowed the treat in his mouth, "What's wrong?"
"You..." Kanda trailed off, stiffening when the boy's tongue darted to the corner of his mouth to catch the smidge of sweet soy sauce glaze stuck there. There was supposed to be a limit on how many times he got horny in one day. Damn brat...
"Hm? Yu?" The younger cocked his head, taking another of those blessed balls of goodness into his mouth.
God. Fucking. Dammit. This guy... "Nothing." He managed to through grit teeth. This kid would be the end of him, he just knew it.
Confused as he was, Allen shrugged it off. His fiancé was weird in most ways. Had he not fucked his mouth not too long ago? It often amazed him how Kanda could get so horny. All Allen was doing was simply enjoying his mitarashi dango. He wondered if hormones had anything to do with it.
Maybe they did... But his lover wasn't a teenager anymore, so they should have stabilized by now...
So his second guess would be pheromones...was he giving those off 24/7? If he was, it could totally explain so many things. Well, that wasn't something he could stop if it were the case. Those were just kinda released, weren't they?
Or maybe they were more meant to be directed for Kanda...would those be called Yu-mones? That just sounded silly. Allen giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"Huh? Nothing~"
Kanda gave his fiancé a once-over, but his eyes were ultimately drawn back to the way the boy ate his food.
Speaking of food, there was still so much of it... He could use as much as he wanted...
And it was, Kanda realized belatedly, why he'd ordered more than usual. That way when Allen had his fill, he could have his...and then some. He internally grinned. There'd be much fun to have in the very near future, and as he was now, Kanda was surprised his need to claim his little moyashi right then and there, could be held back.
Really, he should get a trophy or something.
Well, he'd be getting a reward later, so he could go without the trophy.
Reward...Heh...
"Yu...you're making a weird face."
Kanda snapped back to attention at the remark, giving the smaller male his full attention. "I'm thinking."
The younger took a bite of something, though he didn't know what; he wasn't really looking anymore, too distracted by the creeping feeling of dread building up in his chest. "'bout wha'?" The Brit asked, chewing still.
"This and that."
"I don't think I like the sound of that..." Allen said after swallowing.
"You'll love it. Trust me." The Japanese man smirked, then reached for the bottle of saké still in the cart, ideas rotating around in his head. While normally he wasn't a fan of alcohol, he figured he'd be fine with it if he was drinking it from his lover's naked figure as body shots.
Allen scowled at the elder untrustingly. "You're planning something sexual, aren't you?"
Kanda learned back, eyeing the towel hiding everything from view below the boy's waist. Oh how easily he could change that...
"Maybe I am." Kanda said with nonchalance. "But having you around...I can't really help myself."
His pervert senses on high alert, Allen kept his eyes on the elder. "Yu..." The younger warned, "I already said I wasn't up for anything."
"Calm down, my little bitch. I just..." Kanda paused, taking that moment to lick his lips at the delicious fantasies he planned on making a reality for the next hour or so. "I want to try something new. Besides, I own you right now. You will keep up with me, even if I have to force you to."
A quick recovery as always... Allen thought bitterly, referring to the way his lover always seemed to be ready for a dozen extra rounds — or something close to that — right after a brief rest. How was he expected to keep up with that?
Maybe...there was a way to get Kanda to agree to do this at a time where he himself had more stamina? And in...less pain...a quick analyses was all it took to realize that idea wasn't going to fly. How much more of this could he take? Allen really doubted he'd last the full week at this rate...
It was still only day one and he was already as exhausted as he'd ever been before... And there were six days left...
Allen quickly picked up a sandwich and took a large bite, hoping to at least buy himself some time before... His backside took that moment to throb vengefully, and he hissed, almost dropping the sandwich.
"I promised you'd enjoy it. Don't you think I'd make sure to go through with that promise?"
...he did promise...but the fact Allen still didn't know what the 'reward'...if he could still call it that...was, he wasn't so sure if he wanted to go through with it... "I-is it the r-reward you were...t-talking about?"
"Of course it is, baka." Kanda tilted the bottle in his hands, watching through the tinted glass as the liquid within sloshed about. "I know you'll enjoy it; we both will."
"Promise?"
The elder sighed, closing his eyes. "Yes, little Moyashi, I promise."
With a slight pout, Allen held out his hand, pinky extended. "A promise won't be good enough. You have to pinky swear."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Does it look like I am, Yu?"
Kanda looked his partner dead in the eye, grimaced, and then finally, after much deliberation, reluctantly raised his pinky. "This is the only time you'll ever get me to do something this stupid. You hear me, Moyashi?"
Hooking his pinky around his lover's, Allen nodded happily.
"Er...by the way...you know I can't drink that, right?"
"It's just saké , baka moyashi."
"I'm 19." Okay, that wasn't one of his better reasons...even if it was true. He knew 18 was a legal drinking age in some countries, but America wasn't one of them.
"Che."
"And you're an FBI agent; aren't you supposed to be an upstanding citizen or something?" The boy asked, although the thought of his fiancé being an 'upstanding citizen'...
"You don't have to drink it." Because that was Kanda's job, and he planned on having his fill, with Allen's body as the glass.
"It's a big bottle though. You're sure as hell not gonna drink it all."
"I doubt a sprout like you could even handle it." That...admittedly, hit him where it hurt. Scowling, Allen snatched the bottle, much to Kanda's surprise, and managed to open the bottle, with only little resentence. "Moyashi, don't you even—"
Allen smiled, one that played trouble, and mischievous, before taking several gulps from the bottle, before having the glass forced away by an angered Kanda. "Yu~ why'd ya take it away?"
"You're seriously drunk." Kanda took a glance at the bottle. This was about 17% alcohol...
The younger giggled, and then latched himself to Kanda's waist. "Can I have some more~?"
"Fuck no," the Japanese male growled, holding the bottle out of Allen's reach. "Fucking hell..." What was he supposed to do now?
"Eh? Then what about that reward~? Can I have that now~?"
"After that stunt you just pulled, I'm questioning it." Kanda shook the bottle discreetly, almost half the contents must've been consumed...damn brat.
"I can 'old me liquor good!" Allen laughed, and snuggled against Kanda's abs. "I can 'andle i' all~!"
"Drink that much, and you can kiss your fucking liver goodbye." Actually, he was pretty sure Allen shouldn't have drank all that in one go. The kid was going to have one hell of a hangover.
"Yu~ Pret'y please wiv sprinkles...and everything...and a cherry on top?"
Kanda felt his cock twitch. Why... the fuck did that accent have to turn him on so fucking easily? "I don't think you deserve it."
"Meanie!" The boy proclaimed, scowling drunkenly up at the man. He huffed, then shoved his face into the elder's stomach. He felt the Japanese male tense, and he smirked. Slowly, Allen looked back up. "Does Yu like tha' or somethin'?" He slurred, and then snorted when Kanda's glare darkened. "Yu's a pervert~ Yu's a pervert~"
Kanda could feel a vain twitching in his temple. "Moya—"
"I got a good idea~" The younger of the two laughed, before releasing the older, in favor of straddling the man's legs. "Let's pla' a game!"
"A game."
"Ya! Ta'e a shot ev'ry time we did somethin' the oth'r didn'!"
"You mean that lame-ass game 'Never had I ever'?"
"Yah!"
A thought occurred to Kanda, and he grinned. "I can turn a blind eye this once. But before we begin, remove your towel."
Allen gave his fiancé a suggestive look and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "Don' you want ta be the one ta ta'e of m'towel?"
"Change things up a little." Kanda shrugged. Something told Kanda that having Allen a little a ways under the influence might make his own game a little more fun. "The game ends when the bottle is empty...and whom ever gets the final serving...gets the reward."
Either way, Allen was going to be Kanda's own personal buffet. The only difference was he wouldn't get to try out body shots this go around. There was also the fact that unlike Allen, Kanda could hold his liquor better than most men even older than himself. "Sound's li'k fun!"
Reaching behind him for the saké cups, Kanda grinned, "Yes, because it will be. Now, be a good boy, and remove the towel so we can play your little game."
Allen smiled, pleased. The pleasant buzz of alcohol coursing through him made the boy numb to the perverse stare of his lover, even when he threw his towel to the side, revealing his semi-hard erection. "Yu star's the game!"
If he was going to play, he may as well get a nice view. He placed Allen on the floor beside him, before turning himself to face the younger, and placed the cups between them. "Hn...never had I ever..." Kanda smirked to himself, as he poured the beverage into the cups. "Got through those shitty romance novels Lenalee made me read."
Pouting, Allen took a shot. "Ne'er had I e'er...been mist'n as a bloo'y gir'." The elder scoffed, and drank his first shot. He then refilled the cups.
The brat just had to go there...
"Never had I ever... had someone poke fun at my lack of height."
The younger scowled. "Bas'ard..." He mumbled, and took another shot.
The game continued, Allen becoming more and more flustered, with every shot that passed his lips. It didn't take much longer before the bottle had one last shot within it. During their game, Allen had taken extra shots, but not remembering if he had previously in his drunken state. "Yu~ on' shot lef' the'r is~"
"So I've noticed." Kanda mused. He was honestly enjoying the game more than he thought he would. "Seems the game goes to you, little pet."
"I win~ Do I get me re'ard?"
"Finish your last shot."
Allen laughed, and held the cup out to Kanda, the liquid sloshing with the motion. "I wan'a drink fr'm Yu's mouth~ inst'd~"
The alcohol, Kanda noted, had taken the brat's reservation, ripped them to tiny pieces, then threw them to the fucking wind or something. His perpetual shyness? Gone. And fuck was he bold...
Nevertheless, the Japanese male took what was offered, and he smirked at his fiancé before touching the rim of the glass to his lips and tipping its contents into his mouth.
Allen immediately launched himself forward and latched his lips onto his lover's, hands in the man's hair, tasting saké and Kanda on his tongue, both of which were strong flavours. He only vaguely registered the sound of the glass falling from his fiancé's hand, where it then rolled who-knows-where; he honestly didn't care. Barely even half of the sake had made it down his throat, the rest of it dripping down his chin and neck.
But Allen was too into the kiss to tell.
It was fierce and playful and dominating and just... perfect.
Kanda nipped the boy's lower lip, grinning as lusty silver eyes trembled up at him.
"Oopsies..." Allen whispered, and then giggled again. "There goes th' las' of th' saké~"
"Hn. So it seems." Kanda mused. "Now, I want you to lie on futon over there."
"Why?" At this point Allen was snuggling against Kanda's chest, enjoying the warmth, "I dun wan'a leave muh spot...comfy..."
"Do you want your reward, little pet?"
At that, the boy nodded.
"Then be a good little drunken idiot and go lie down."
"M'not drunk," Allen murmured. Then he hiccupped. And giggled once more.
"Could've fooled me." He said as he watched Allen get up, and then stagger to the open futon. The younger's naked form was always a pleasure, and seeing him sway from his intoxicated stupor was something he would probably hold against the younger...hell, the whole episode would be held over Allen.
The younger, after tripping over himself only once — yes, Kanda had laughed — managed to crawl onto the futon without any further incidents. He waved his fiancé over, grinning stupidly. "H'rry up! I wan' me re'ard!"
"Lie down, idiot." Kanda ordered, as he stood up, and collected a few food items. "On your back, spread eagle, preferably."
"'kay." Allen flopped onto his stomach and spread himself the best he could, hands hooking his knees. "Li'e this?"
Looking up, he rolled his eyes. "Moyashi."
"Yes?"
"What did I ask of you?"
"Is this wron'?"
Was Allen being serious? Taking what he needed, he placed the items on the floor, eyed the younger's ass for a moment, before slapping it. He earned himself a pleasured mewl from the younger male. "Alright y'little brat. On your back."
"But I wan'—"
"I know what you want. But I can't do what I have planned when you're not on your back." Curious eyes looked to the food, and then back to Kanda.
"M'kay..." The younger finally complied, releasing his legs, and rolling on his back, limbs spread.
"Good boy." Kanda said, as he picked up the first food item. The very sauce that was used for Mitarashi Dango. He didn't miss the longing look of the sweet and sour sauce his favorite treat in the whole world. "It won't go to waste if that's what you're so worried about." He dipped his fingers into the substance, it was still a little hot, but not enough to burn.
Perfect.
"Wha' y'gonna do?" Allen asked.
The elder smirked, eyes on his own fingers covered in sticky sauce. "You'll see soon enough."
Taking a little more, Kanda moved his hand to hover over Allen's chest, and watched as the brown syrupy stuff dripped off his fingers, and onto the awaiting nipple below. Allen's breath hitched, and Kanda watched with amusement when the extra-sensitive bud had come to its complete hardness, alongside its twin. He moved his hand in aimless circles, creating an abstract on the blank canvas that was Allen's torso.
Well, it wasn't completely blank.
Some of the scars all over his young lover's body were now sticky with syrup, and Kanda noted that bit of it had come to rest in the long groove that ran down the boy's right side, the one that ended somewhere beside his navel. Truthfully, he had yet to treat the younger's scars with his mouth... This would be another first...
He should get the brat drunk more often.
He placed the syrup down, and then held his hand out to Allen's mouth. "Clean it up."
The boy's eyes lit up at the command. He eagerly licked at the offered hand, then sucked a finger into his mouth, trying his best to get all the syrup he could.
And. It. Tasted. Amazing.
His absolute favourite person tasted just like his absolute favourite food; he couldn't have been happier.
When all the sauce was cleaned up, Allen felt a little sad knowing he'd finished his job. He wished he'd of done it slower...then maybe the moment would've lasted longer...
"Good boy." Kanda pulled back his hand. It'd been difficult for him to restrain himself while watching that pink tongue working his fingers, and now he was hard and wanting of a hot wet heat to sheath his cock to the root.
However, there were more important things to do. He reached for the next item...very cold ice cream. How nice of them to include a scoop. Kanda normally hated sweets...but this seemed to be an interesting way to make him at least tolerate them. Scooping the first, he placed one on each of Allen's pectorals, earning a shocked gasp in response.
"C-cold..."
"Don't worry...there's still more to come..." Kanda's eyes trailed down to the boy's straining erection. What would be the perfect topping for it?
Allen squirmed. First something hot, now something cold. He could feel the chill of the ice cream biting into his nipples, and while the elder's words would have normally set him on edge, the alcohol had dulled his senses and ability to think just enough for it to all go straight over his head.
"How about...this..." Kanda murmured, as he picked up another container. Whipped cream. That would be perfect...smirking, Kanda started at the base of the boy's cock, and started to wrap the cream around the organ in an ongoing spiral. Occasionally, he bumped against the flesh, and smirked at the gasps and groans he'd get from his intoxicated lover. This was continued until he reached the top.
He caught a glimpse of a bowl of cherries. He'd almost forgotten about them...replacing the canister, he then picked out three cherries. One on each nipple, and one on top of the cream-covered cock.
Eying his work, Kanda felt a sense of pride at his creation. Now...where should he taste first?
He saw the ice cream slipping, only now beginning to slide down the boy's chest as it melted from body heat.
Itadakimasu… Kanda thought, and leaned over the younger male, licking up the dripping mess.
Just as he thought, the taste of the sweet abomination was disgusting on his tongue. However, it was tolerable when he managed to lick at the skin of his most beloved. Or maybe it was just Allen himself, who much to Kanda's delight, was gasping for breath with every electrifying touch...what would happen if he started to move the other mound of ice cream...deciding on his plan, he placed his finger over the cherry topping it, and used it to move the scoop. The moment it made it to Allen's navel, the smaller body arched and tried grasping at the futon.
"Nyaah~! I-I can't...Yu~ s-so goo', mo'e~! Mo'e, ple's!" Sober Allen vs. Drunk Allen...it was rather difficult to decide which he liked...both had their perks, and of course both had their disadvantages. "Ah!"
Kanda looked at the trail of dairy left from the boy's nipple to his belly button, and grinning to himself when silver eyes squeezed shut and a cream-topped cock twitched, resulting in the cherry falling from its place. "Come now, little bitch. Surely there's something else you want." He quickly retrieved the small red fruit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want me to continue playing with you like this? What about adding in more foods?" He jerked his head in the direction of the trolley. "We've got more, you know." Then he smirked. "Or maybe," he said, enjoying the slight whimper that escaped his young fiancé as those words awoke quite the number of lewd images in the poor boy's mind, "you want me to use that precious sauce of yours as a lubricant so I can fuck your sexy ass into oblivion."
And with that, he popped the cherry into his mouth.
"Y-Yu...m-ore..." Even if his hands weren't bound, the younger made no attempt to try and relieve himself...he wanted Kanda to assault his dick, smear the cream that covered it...never had food seemed so arousing...or was that because he was drunk?
Did it really matter? He was super-hot...Kanda could cool him off, right? With his own heat he could cool him off...did that make sense? Who cares...? Squirming, Allen tried to convey what his scattered thoughts couldn't get into words.
He was just... hard, so much so that it hurt... And Kanda was looking at him like that... "Please... D-do wha'ever... jus'..." Allen paused, gulping when the elder took the cherry seed from his mouth and set it down somewhere with the other foods.
"'Whatever'? Are you giving me permission to do anything?"
"Y-yes..." Silver eyes were pleading. "P-Please...Y-Yu..."
Kanda swiped his thumb along the length of the boy's cock, coating the digit in cream and eliciting from his lover a shocked gasp. "You asked for it," he said, grinning, and then began rubbed the white dairy product against the Brit's ever-twitching hole. When Allen began subconsciously pressing against it, trying to get the finger inside of himself because he figured it was the fasted way to get what he wanted, Kanda's grin became a sinister smirk. "So that's what you want..." He mused, and promptly shoved his thumb in as far as he could, breaching the pink ring of muscle that protected his fiancé's anal cavity.
"Annh!"
Kanda made a mental to note to postpone the massage. He highly doubted Allen would be up to it after this. Focusing back to his task, one hand busied itself with stretching the British male's rear, while the other started fisting the cock covered in the melting cream. The action caused smearing all over his hand, and the cock he held within it.
Allen thrust up into his lover's hand, his stomach hot and mind all muddled up, though whether it was from the alcohol or the kinky food-play, he really didn't know. Probably a combination of both...
If he weren't so drunk, he'd of given Kanda a piece of his mind, but as it was, there was no real way to get his point across. He was at the elder's mercy...and that knowledge only further caused the heat to grow.
"Moyashi, how many fingers do you think I have up your ass right now?"
"D-dunno...naah!"
"Let's rephrase that." Kanda curled his digits inside the boy, knowingly brushing his fingertips against the small bundle of nerves hidden from his sight, and his grin widened when the lithe body below arched. "How many do you want up your ass right now?"
"A-as m...much...naah!...I...g-gaah!" It was too hard to speak, with Kanda purposely probing him, and his other hand fisting him so roughly...it'd be a miracle to get anything coherent. "ASMANYASY'CANBLO'DYFIT!"
The elder already had three fingers inside of his young lover, and he'd already planned on making it four, but the boy's words just now... This was the perfect opportunity to see just how many he could make it. He'd fit a hand up there before, so surely he'd be able to use the second. Maybe six fingers... He could already imagine the Brit's screams.
Well, it was time to get to work. The Japanese male decided. Three fingers became four...and then a fifth. Adding a sixth meant he'd have to release the boy's member.
Allen winced as he felt another finger join the others in his anus. It hurt. A lot. But never before had he felt so... full. Too full.
He cried out when the pain worsened, and shuddered when fingers poked at his prostate.
"Seven," Kanda grunted, feeling ever-so-slightly accomplished with himself. He still had more fingers, and the boy's tight little ass was just begging for more of them.
Tears prickled at the corners of the Brit's silver eyes, which were wide with pain that even the alcohol could not dull. "Y-Yu..." He managed to choke out, before gasping as another finger was added. Enough... I can't…
"Dammit...it's a fucking tight fit, isn't it?" Kanda mostly asked himself.
Allen was pretty sure he was sober now...the pain was too much for his liking...maybe...if he begged for Kanda's cock? That's what he really wanted in his ass to begin with…wasn't it? "Y-Yu...c-cock..."
"Wait until I'm finished," Kanda ordered, not noticing the other's pain as his digits caressed the boy's sweet spot. He wanted to know if he could get in all ten… That would be interesting.
He'd made a mistake. Why had he even let Kanda do this? It hurt like hell, and this was not fun…not anymore. "...Y-Yu..." Gone was the pleasure… and in its place... God, it was hard to think… "P-please stop!"
"Eight," the elder murmured, ignoring the Brit's plea. He was too busy reveling in the tightness of the boy's walls pressing in on his fingers, and trying to remember what it was like to have them clamping around his dick. Soon… he promised himself.
"IT BL'ODY HURTS DAMMIT!" Allen was crying at this point. "Yu...hurts...t-too much it h-hurts..."
Surprised, Kanda paused to take in his younger lover's condition. The boy's face was pale, and he was rubbing at puffy red eyes... How long had his fiancé been crying? "Moyashi? You..."
"N-no m...ore... Please..."
The brat's voice, Kanda noted, was pitiful and small. It was strained.
He removed his fingers instantly like they'd been burnt.
He silently cursed himself, then lowered his head to the boy's navel and licked at the ice cream he found there, wanting to distract Allen from the pain that would undoubtedly have set up shop in the kid's ass. He didn't care that he was getting ice cream all over his face, and when the younger whimpered, Kanda's lips seized the area around the smaller male's bellybutton, and he sucked it harshly, hoping to leave his mark. Not even half a second later, his ears were blessed with the sound of a strangled scream.
Allen's body seized up, every single one of his muscles tense. The older male just wouldn't relent, and when the boy had felt that mouth leave him for a single moment, he'd been so relieved. However, that relief turned out to be short-lived. The man's skilled tongue had quickly joined in the game, attacking his bellybutton like it'd committed some sort of heinous crime.
Everything below his legs tingled. He felt violated. In a good way, of course.
Kanda eventually moved on from the younger's navel, his lips slowly travelling down pale hips, his hands spreading a pair of pliant legs, his ears drinking in the sounds of pleasure emitted from his lover's throat. He was careful to avoid cock; right now, he just wanted to savour this.
When he reached the inside of the boy's thigh, he lovingly kissed what he could, sucking and nipping dark splotches of pink to life so he could leave his mark of claim on the person he cared for the most in this world.
Kanda hoped his gentler actions would also convey his apologies for going too far. He really was a fool, wasn't he? What was that saying again? 'People do stupid things when they're in love'? If that were the case, then when it came to Allen Walker, Kanda would be dimmest bulb in the light fixture.
Not that he'd ever admit that, of course. "Y-Yu?"
"Hn?"
"W-why...why'd y-you st-op?"
"Just thinking." Kanda said, before tracing a path from the younger male's testicles to the tip of his head. The organ quivered, Allen's breath hitched. "How beautiful you'll be when I do this."
No other warning came and suddenly, all Allen knew were stars and his strangled gasps...and a sucking heat just engulfing his aching need...and it felt so good...and he found himself unable to think again...
Why was Kanda so good at doing that to him?
Did the answer even matter?
Kanda palmed his fiancé's hips, stroking them comfortingly as he worked. Like this, he was able to let dark eyes roam wherever they so desires, and the first thing they sought out was the boy's face, which was currently contorted with the purest of pleasures. The Brat's expression was heavenly; it made Kanda want to do whatever it took to keep it there; it made him want to find more faces, to make the boy's screams reach new heights, because surely these were not the only ones that made him feel as they did.
He removed himself from the organ, and the very first thing he did then was kiss up the underside of the younger's rod, his lips on a vein running up its length. They lingered there for a moment, before Kanda blew of the balls before him, and watched the youth tense once more. "Good boy," he whispered, then brazenly too back an inch of the boy's cock, lightly biting at its head.
Allen screamed, but was more or less feeling pleased with himself; he liked it when Kanda praised him.
Kanda, with two thighs on either side of his head, grasped at them, forcing the soft expanse of milky flesh to press against the side of his face as mismatched hands tangled themselves in his hair.
"Yu..." Allen trailed off, crying tears of bliss. "I l-love... aahhh!" His entire body arched, unable to cope with everything all at once.
I know... Kanda thought, and released the erection from his mouth once more to sink his teeth into the underside of his young love's thigh. His hands were soon made free when the boy's ankles were hooked around each other, and what he used them for was to grope the finely-shaped ass of his fiancé.
"Nyaah~! Haah! Y-Yu...s-so goo-d...!" And it really was. There was so much, and yet still too little his lover was doing to him..."Y-Yu...m-ore...I wan' mo'e, please...oh gods!"
Lost in the throes of pleasure, Allen couldn't tell left from right, where one thing ended and another began...he blamed the saké for that one...making him so sensitive to Kanda's touch...was he still drunk? He couldn't remember anymore...if he were, he was fine with it...because he'd be drunk on Kanda...right?
Yeah...that seemed good to him...
Kanda ran his tongue over the messy red mark he'd made, proud of it, and then all he had to do was turn his head to the side to start working on the other thigh, all the while his hands toyed with the boy's round ass cheeks; he's squeeze them, spread them, then squish them back together again, fully enjoying the little mewls this stole from his lover.
"Nyaah~! Ha~! YU~!" Yes...he definitely enjoyed everything his young fiancé offered.
Suddenly, Kanda forced the boy's legs apart, grabbing just under the back of his lover's knees and pushing up, exposing the youth's pale backside.
Allen remained almost silently panting right up until he felt something so embarrassingly familiar that it made his heart drop. "Nyaah!" He was being probed by that bastard's tongue. The worst part though, to Allen, was that his body arched, completely ignoring what he knew he should be doing, and trying to get the tongue to go further.
Because he wanted this. He wanted his pride to be torn to ribbons. He wanted the humiliation of being treated like a whore. He wanted Kanda to make him feel... shamed.
And he, without a doubt, knew that Kanda knew his darkest thoughts. His hidden desires, and unspoken pleas...the elder could read him like a favorite book, reading between lines, finding hidden things most readers would miss. It thrilled him, and it scared him, knowing that this man who knew him in less time than his own friends and family, knew more of Allen Walker, than Allen Walker knew of himself.
Maybe that's what he liked best about the man... He couldn't hide anything. He couldn't pretend. His lies were easily found out.
It was useless to even try deceiving his lover.
Kanda's tongue slicked in and out of the puckered hole, which was still loose its earlier encounter with the elder's eight fingers.
The boy shuddered, and a scream was torn from his throat when that tongue licked up his crack, wetting him with saliva in more places than just his twitching entrance. As teeth bit into the flesh of his one of his arse cheeks, Allen flinched, visibly startled, and his eyes rolled back when the elder began to suck on the skin he found there.
The Japanese male smirked at the sight of the hickey he'd made; he wanted to mark the brat everywhere he was able, and this was a good a place as any.
It was a spot unexpected, and very much out of sight to the outside world. Where else could he leave his mark? Maybe...here? "Nyaaha!" Definitely there. Kanda decided.
He'd already left a couple on the insides of those sexy thighs... So next was...
Kanda lowered the boy's right leg, just enough to give him easier access to the attached calf. His mouth quickly relocated itself there, and forced the blood beneath the skin to show as a wet splotch of red.
His mouth the continued to wander for the next few minutes. Sometimes it would trail its way across untouched pale flesh, not leaving it that way for very much longer, and others, it would bear its teeth and ravish his sensitive body completely.
All Allen could do while this happened was babble incoherently, not even able to understand a single word of it himself. "Not... no no... there…! Nyahn! Don' do th'... Sauce's hard... It's... Yu bastard-head... s'not supposed t— Ahhhn! Bullocks... I gon—WAAAH!" Really, it was just random strings of words that represented how completely out of it and muddled his brain was.
Kanda chose that moment to survey his work, and was not at all disappointed.
There were love bites everywhere.
The boy's thighs, his ass, his stomach, his chest, his arms, his calf, his neck, around his fucking bellybutton…
The sauce decorating Allen's body had begun to cool, and was beginning to harden. A small part of his mind, the tiniest portion of sanity he had left, warned him that it would be a pain to deal with later, but the rest of it froze when lips encased his balls. "Gyaahn!"
Damn, it was really hard to hold back anymore. Allen really was the most desirable thing to him. "How badly do you want it, little pet?" Kanda soon darkly whispered against the bothered male. "How much do you desire my dick to be shoved into your ass, fucking you until only stars dance across your vision, hm?
Allen mewled in response. Words were still a skillset he couldn't recall, and who could blame him? His member was hard to the point of bursting, his body felt like it was on fire, his eyes weren't really focused on anything, and his breathing was staggered.
The elder nipped at the boy's testicles when he received no answer, the yelp he heard soon after making his lips twitch upwards. "You like that, don't you, whore?"
God, Allen hated the way Kanda talked to him when they were like this. He hated it as much as he loved it.
"You want me to fuck your whore of an ass into this futon, don't you?" Kanda asked sultrily, his grip on the younger tightening. "Say it. Tell me what you want." His dark blue eyes stared down the paler pair of his fiancé, demanding of the boy complete and utter submission. "Let me hear you scream like the bitch you are."
"Y-Yo-ur...b-bi-tch...Yu..." He shivered, and convulsed, when a hand found its way back to his aching cock, giving a long, slow, and firm stroke, "Y-Yu...p-please..."
"You can do better than that, my little bitch." He squeezed the flesh in his hand, and got the desired effect. Slim hips arched into him, the boys dick threatened to burst in his grasp, and the most delectable scream left plump, kiss-swollen lips without restraint. A question remained though. Should he make Allen cum first, before or after he fucks him? Having him come before meant he could get him to cum again after...
"Naah~! Yahaaa! Y-Yu!" And much to the elder's delight, Allen didn't seem to far from the first orgasm this round. But he'd promised Lenalee that he wouldn't make a mess..."Y-Yu's bitch! I'm... Yu's b-bitch!"
"Yes," the elder agreed, and the hand around the boy's cock cut of any means for the latter to cum. "You are, aren't you?" He purred. "My own personal whore..."
"Y-Yu...w-wha—?"
"Now, didn't we promise Lenalee there wouldn't be a mess?" Kanda chided, "Quite the predicament, isn't it? You desperately want to find release, and that would make an unsightly mess to clean up."
"Nngh!" The hand tightened only slightly, "Y-yu..."
"The true question," He continued, "Would be, 'what should I do?', isn't that right, my cute little moyashi?"
Allen frantically nodded. "Y-Yu...s-sama..."
The younger knew that a talkative Kanda was a perverted Kanda, and considering how much the man was talking, things did not bode well for him. Bad things happened when the taller male got like this.
"Wait here," Kanda ordered, and released the boy's cock.
Allen let out a sigh of relief, then watched as his lover stood and made his way to the room where they'd showered earlier. Upon the man's return, he eyed the red rope in his fiancé's hand; it was the one that the Japanese male used to tie his hair.
Kanda knelt down between two slim legs, and in seeing the boy raise his head, confusion at home in his soft features, the man simply grinned. He quickly tied the rope around Allen's dick before the other could respond, effectively stopping the youth from being able to cum. "There we go."
"Y-Yu! Don't d-do th-"
The Japanese male applied a squeeze to his lover's member. "Quiet, Moyashi." He stared down at the organ in his hand, and, after a moment's thought, leaned down to kiss the tip. "Now I can play with my whore as much as I want without having to worry about everything getting dirtied." The look on his face, one of pure evil, was only enhanced by the way that blue eyes burned lecherously, and the corners of this lips were curved up to form a wicked smirk. "Besides, I have to pay you back for the... attention you gave my cock earlier."
Allen's pale face went whiter than it had ever before. I'm so dead...
The elder knew he couldn't roll the boy; if he did, sauce, ice cream and normal cream would stain the futon, then he wouldn't hear the end of it from an enraged Lenalee. That meant no doggy-style. A pity, but watching the brat's face as he was fucked was a treat in its own right.
He decided to start off with licking the younger's thigh, and when he heard the Brit's gasp of shock, he moved his mouth and kissed the red love bite he'd made on his partner's ass beforehand.
Allen scrunched his nose, slowly realizing that the man wouldn't be getting around to fucking him straight away, and gaining courage from that knowledge. "My mouth is up here."
"Your point being...?" The FBI agent asked, pulling back just enough to be able to look his young love in the eye.
The Brit shrugged, the smarter, miniscule part of himself that controlled his self-preservation instincts telling him to shut the fuck up before he said something stupid. "Just thought you'd forgotten," he drawled, "since you haven't kissed me up I here in like, half an hour or something." Never mind. Too late for that.
Kanda's smirk dropped as quickly as it had appeared. Was the brat being snarky? If so...
His teeth grazed stressed testicles as a warning, and he gave the boy a glare. "This is what happens when you're rude," the man informed the younger, before he bit his beloved's sensitive balls. The brat should've known already what kind of words brought him punishment. Idiot.
Allen screamed, something wet rolling down his cheeks as his arse lifting from the futon as his body arched. "Please! Won't do it again! Kanda! No! Stop it! Yu! Stop! Yu!"
Kanda tugged between his teeth, feeling the youth under him stop breathing, and seeing hands grasp the futon below in a death grip.
"No... please... no more," the smaller male whimpered, tears streaking his face.
The older male, after what felt like forever, finally released the boy's testicles, running his tongue over his lower lip as a thought came to him. "I have a new idea."
Allen died a little inside at those words.
"I haven't sat on your face yet, have I?"
"W-wha'?" Allen squeaked. "W-why woul' ya wanna do th-that fer?" Dammit, why was he stuttering?!
"Because then my cock would go down your throat and..." Kanda shivered pleasurably at the idea, already able to imagine it. "You'd be at my mercy."
But I'm already at your mercy... Allen thought.
"Now...how about we get back to having fun, hm?"
Allen quickly shook his head.
"Oh?" The elder grinned. "You mean you don't want to try it?"
Again, Allen shook his head.
Kanda stood. "Too bad, bitch. I've always wanted to try face sitting, and since you have to listen to every little thing I say this week, I may as well do it now."
The boy clenched his eyes shut, refusing to look even when he felt the presence of knees on either side of his head and something hard jabbed at his lips. He automatically opened, knowing straight away what was required of him. The taste was the first thing he registered; it was salty. The next was the man's dick being shoved down his throat.
Kanda experimentally rocked his hips, and groaned when the younger's muffled cry stimulated his cock. He of all people knew that right now, the brat would be beyond mortified, so much so that the smaller male probably wanted to crawl up in a hole somewhere and die.
"Mwfaaa..." Allen squirmed, his hands were free as they were allowed, but made no attempt at even thinking of releasing his tied-up cock...he knew things could only get worse for him if he did. He knew Kanda enough to know he would think of something new to punish him for misbehaving... "Mwahh~!" So instead, his death grip tightened on the futon below him.
Kanda reached behind himself, grabbing a handful of the brat's hair without looking. He shifted, and felt the younger breathing through his nose, the air racing across his ass with every exhale. "Fuck..." he breathed.
Allen could honestly say there were a lot of things he didn't like...and quite frankly, this officially made the top of his list. That was saying something, considering being Crowned Clown used to have that spot. He could feel the elder lean forward just slightly, and suddenly, there was a sharp pain on his chest. A sharp pain, that sent the jolt straight to his arousal in the most delicious ways that he knew Kanda only knew how.
He mewled.
He squirmed...
He wanted more of that...more of that kind of pain...the kind of pain that made him forget about the embarrassing things Kanda made him go through...turn him into a puddle of—
"Mnwaah!"
Don't look…Don't look… He repeated in his head, trying to resist the temptation to open his eyes and assess what was going on.
Not that he would actually be able to see much of anything...he was also certain the only thing he would see was a face full of Kanda's butt anyway...
His scalp hurt from when Kanda's hand all but yanked his white locks out...he could still feel the steely grip, keeping his head angled uncomfortably, while the thick, pulsing organ was forced down his throat. Again.
And every time he would still come undone. Kanda was good at knowing how to do that to him. He knew every weakness, and knew how to make anything feel earth-shatteringly amazing. Even if he appeared cruel, sadistic, and...well perverted, Kanda somehow managed to convey his feelings...Allen wasn't sure how it was possible...but he decided not to really question it.
"Nnwaah~!"
The older male, Allen knew, was a lot more experienced than he, even though he'd done a lot. That meant that the man saw this sight a whole lot more than the smaller boy had, and was probably used to it already. Now while the Brit blatantly refused to open his eyes, that didn't mean he hadn't wanted to try... being a little more... involved in their sessions.
He hesitantly touched his mismatched hands to the elder's arse cheeks, and gently squeezed them. Allen heard the man grunt, and shivered pleasantly when the dick in his mouth twitched. Soon after, he felt a warm wetness on his stomach slowly making its way down his body. It' a tongue... experience told him, and sure enough, he was right.
Allen could feel his muscles twitching at the contact, he groaned around the organ in his mouth. What else was he supposed to do while he was like this?
Nothing? Yeah... that sounded... good... Really nice, actually...
Kanda lifted his tongue from the boy's stomach, smirking when the boy beneath him relaxed, if only slightly. He then stroked the younger's cock, and heard a scream around his own organ. "I should buy you a penis sleeve," he mused.
Allen was too out of it to notice what Kanda just said. He only shivered in want, and damn, he really wanted Kanda to fuck him...in his mouth, in his ass...he didn't care so long as he had Kanda cumming inside him...
"You must be thinking quite the dirty thoughts...you're cock twitched." Kanda pointed out, before reaching to grasp the younger's straining cock. Allen screamed, but still couldn't cum, much to the elder's delight. There was still much to do before he could allow Allen release after all.
Allen groaned in frustration, and wiggled his hips. He really wanted to cum...
He knew there was a lot he could; he did have full access to his lover's arse, if he so desired. But... as he was, he simply didn't have courage to do more than grope his fiancé's butt.
No...it wasn't the lack of courage that was issue...he had guts, it was just Kanda...had this ability to make him forget about it...what could he manage while his lover's cock was basically down this throat? What could he, Allen Walker, do to make Yu Kanda the man who was basically king of making him come undone, come undone himself?
I don't want the pleasure to be one-sided… The thought passed through his mind before he realized what he was about to do. He mewled around the hot rod, earning a pleasured grunt from his fiancé. He could feel his cock being given another firm stroke, and it was difficult not to arch into it...
He started sucking on his own, pressing his tongue against the only side he could reach, and barely allowing his teeth to just graze at the skin. Kanda didn't like it when he actually bit him...but this was him...teasing...yeah...if Kanda could tease him, why couldn't he just tease him back?
Kanda figured what the younger male was planning the moment the hands he felt on his ass became a little surer of themselves. Two could play at that, and thus in leaning forward, just enough, he was able to reach the hidden alcove only his fingers were allowed to explore. Given the angle, however, he couldn't quite go as far as he normally would've, but it would do. Allen reacted beautifully, and the mouth around his cock had hesitated.
As fun as this experience was, Kanda wanted to cum in his small fiancé's ass...see his face as he was filled, and stop his breathing with a kiss so earthshattering, the moyashi wouldn't know what to do with himself. More so as he'd add teasing to the mix. The thoughts were enough to drive Kanda himself insane.
The younger squirmed, horrendously turned on and horny, and he hummed in delight when one finger became two, the both of them treating him with the experience he knew his lover to possess.
They wriggled, and stretched him, even though he had already been stretched from previous activities. But that didn't mean it was any less pleasurable to him. Allen mewled again, Kanda's other hand having moved to pump his member.
It was difficult to control himself when he was like this. He thrust up into the man's hand, on impulse and without meaning to, and groaned as Kanda forced more dick down his throat.
The Japanese male grinned, having fun with the way the boy responded to his play. He eyed the Brit's bare chest, which was still sticky from melted ice cream and dango sauce. This session of theirs... it'd gone a lot better than he'd thought it would.
Of course, it'd have to come to an end. After all, he had perhaps forty-five minutes before the masseuse would get there. He'd make the last while quick. They needed the time to clean up, and make everything presentable. Like nothing ever happened. Kanda also noted, he'd have to get their clothes into the wash...or maybe the dryer.
Maybe both...
Kanda heard the boy whine, and then flinched when teeth scraped his cock. "Moyashi!" He hissed.
The youth whined again, feeling the painful strain of being kept from his release. There were times where he could tolerate it for... a while... and then others, like now, where he couldn't bear it for more than... however long his dick had been tied up with that blasted hair rope.
Allen squirmed again, in an attempt to let the other know he couldn't handle much more. "Mwaha..."
"Fuck..." Kanda hissed. He then spoke the younger; "Make a noise if you're ready to cum."
"Mmmwaaaa~"
"Heh...Alright then. I'm going to fuck your ass now." Releasing the younger's lower areas, he carefully removed himself, earning a displeasured whine from Allen. "You enjoyed that a little more than I thought you would." Pointed out the Japanse male, as he sat beside the younger.
"Yu...n-need t-to cum...p-please..." Allen hadn't even opened his eyes.
"Che. I can't let you mess up the sheets."
"B-but..." It hurt and it was uncomfortable and he... "Hurry!" His toes curled, body arching. "...p-please..."
Sighing to himself, Kanda picked Allen up bridal style. "We'll kill two birds with one stone."
He listened as his younger lover whimpered, feeling fingers grasp at his chest, and when he looked down, what he saw was teary silver staring up at him pleadingly. His cock throbbed with desire.
"Three birds with one stone." Kanda corrected himself, before heading back to the showers.
Allen shivered, already anticipating the elder's actions. Unfortunately for him, such knowledge only made the pain in his abdomen and member all the more unbearable.
Carefully as he was able, he placed the younger on the tiled floor, before going to turn on the waters once more. The spray was warm, almost cold, but it would be fine. Things would be steamy for them soon enough. Kneeling before the younger male, Kanda tilted Allen's face up just enough to steal a dominating kiss from him.
If he wasn't jelly already, Allen was certain he definitely was now.
The older male ran his thumb over the pentacle carved into his fiancé's forehead, his touch gentle. "I hope you're ready, baka Moyashi."
Still out of it, Allen just nodded, unable to do much more than wait for his lover to have his way with him.
"Hands against the wall."
Frantically, Allen shook his head, "No...I...I w-wanna f-face Yu..." Allen squirmed in his spot, "P-please, Yu?"
"Oh?"
Allen's legs inched apart, revealing his cock, which stood proud and red, the rope around it tight. "D-do... it..."
The boy's eyes, Kanda could see, held no challenge. There was no hesitance. There was no uncertainty. Just... complete and utter submission. He positioned himself between the two pale appendages, his expression softening. "Do you need me to stretch you again?"
The British male smiled, and reached his arms out towards his lover. "I'm still good."
Kanda pushed the younger's legs further apart, and when he was close enough, arms wrapped around his neck. "Ready?"
Smiling wildly, Allen nodded "Always with my Yu-sama~"
"Don't tell me you're still drunk."
The younger giggled, "Maybe a little bit? Wasn' as drunk as I was 'fore..." Kanda visibly flinched at that. "Bu' s'all fine now..."
"You're starting to slip back into your accent."
"I know y'know it turns y'on~" Fuck. This...ah, fuck it.
Deciding he'd had enough of talking, he spread the boy's legs farther, before finally taking the plunge. Allen arched as he was penetrated, he could feel all of Kanda pulsing, stretching him...and pushing against his most sensitive area. "Dammit...you're too much for me most times, baka moyashi..." the elder said through grit teeth.
"Ahh! Mmm! S-so good!" Allen panted, body shaking with strain. "I... aah! I... love you! Nnnh!"
The elder grasped a fistful of his partner's hair, and yanked back the boy's head, exposing a pale neck. "I know." His lips met the skin of there, and he sucked, trying to increase the amount of hickeys already decorating the boy's lithe form. When he finished, he pecked the youth's jaw. "Fuck... I know..."
"Mmh! Glad t...to... h-hear it! Nng!"
Another gasp, and the younger's hands grasped hold of strong biceps. "Yu! N-need to c-cum...!"
Kanda rolled his hips, and saw the younger's eyes go wide. "Just... a bit longer..." He grunted.
"B-but I—nyah!"
"Don't worry...after I cum once into your awaiting ass..." Kanda's breath hitched a moment, "I'll let you cum with me second go-around."
"Yu...!"
The elder only grinned, "Come now, you couldn't expect anything less of me, could you?"
Sadly, Allen couldn't. It was just like his fiancé to do something like that.
"Ha. I don't hear you protesting anymore."
"N-No po—aaah!...point...!"
"So you can be taught." Kanda mused. "Don't worry your pretty little head. I'll make it as quick as I'm able to. Only because I'm feeling merciful for once."
For once. Allen noted. He supposed he'd take what he could get..."Nyaah~! Hah~! S-so good!" Once again he was reverted to a mewling mess, and all because Kanda had suddenly started thrusting, pinching, nipping...everything-ing him...
Gods, he really need release!
All the bastard had to do was untie his cock...
"Yu! R-release! I-I need... cum! Annh! To... c-cum! I can't... I need to..."
"And you will. AFTER I get to fill your ass once...of course..." Kanda's tone changed to one of danger for the younger male's wellbeing. "If you still have any complaints...I could always keep you...tied up for a good three rounds."
"N-no! I'm... a-all good!"
"Then I suggest," he muttered, impaling the boy's prostate with his dick, earing a scream in the process, "that you stop talking and let me fuck you."
Gods, the thing this kid did to him. Kanda mentally mused. "Yu~! Yu~ More! Gods, more!"
"There's a good pet." It was as close to a praise as Allen was going to get at that moment in time, but he doubted the younger was sane enough to realize that.
That smaller arching body, those slender thighs, those eyes now squeezed shut; it was a sight to behold. Kanda smirked.
And all of it...all of Allen, was his. His to do what he wanted, but moreover, his to love, hold, and to make scream from his take of mind-blowing sex. Which...Kanda mentally noted, should be happening right about...
"NYaah~! HAAAH~ A-again~! Oh, please, again, Yu~!"
Kanda dove in, his mouth quickly seeking his lover's, and when the two met, he easily subjugated his willing fiancé. His tongue did what it liked, moving wherever it so desired, slicking against the boy's own, more timid pink organ.
He could feel the nails scratching against shoulder blades, the frantic need of Allen wanted to be closer still...he could feel the tightening sensation from within, trying to milk him of all he's worth...honestly, he was close. And although he promised Allen could cum on his second release, it would still take a bit of time...time he was more than happy to use up when it came to his cute little moyashi.
"Mwaah~ Naah! Y-Yu..."
His very cute, and very much molestable moyashi.
"Aaah! Nynn!"
His very fuckable Moyashi.
Allen...was not going to be walking much at all for the rest of today, and tomorrow. Kanda decided with finality. One final thrust, and he was fillng the younger to the point of it all dripping onto the floor.
He'd spare Allen the pain again. He wasn't that much of a cruel man...more or less. Quickly undoing the binding, he pumped Allen, and watched when the boy screamed, and came. The smaller body twitching in delight.
"Wh-what happened t-to...?"
"We do have another engagement to uphold soon...we'll wash up, and actually enjoy a relaxing time for the rest of the day, deal?"
Honestly, Allen couldn't be happier to hear that. "M'kay..."
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I'll admit it first. Writing about Allen getting drunk like that...I always find it cute and funny, even though we probably will never know what a true drunken Allen is like.
Also...I knew today was Wednesday but for reasons I can't begin to fathom, it just didn't click in my mind that it meant there would be a chapter being posted today. No one bothered to remind me about that the one time I actually needed reminding...story of my day.
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