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Gone Forever	By : Nayru774 Category: +. to F > D. Gray Man Views: 3479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Warnings: Beware of some plot bunnies, flashback thingies, overuse of alcohol, an out of character Allen, Kanda's usual foul language, and... finally a lemon?

~Gone Forever~

Chapter 11: Moonshine

It was already night outside.

Kanda sighed as he shifted on the bed, turning to the other side. The full moon behind the window was the only current source of light, but it was doing a very good job at illuminating the whole room before his eyes. The man has gotten used to the darkness hours ago.

It's been three whole days since he found Allen. And, however it actually came to it, decided to stay with him for the time being.

It would have been way easier if he were to refuse and just simply drag the brat back to Headquarters, the dark haired-couldn't help himself but muse the whole time. It would save him a great deal of trouble that way. Aside from lying to Komui that he was still on the lookout for Walker (he wasn't sure why he didn't tell him the truth in the first place), he had to be careful with the golems (both his and Timcanpy), since they could record his actions with ease.

Wait, Tim already knew what was going on. Didn't that kind of make Kanda screwed, already? Would they consider him a traitor, too, if everything were to come out? Seriously, what the hell was he thinking...

"Don't worry about Tim, Kanda." Allen reached with his hand to the golden golem that came flying to his shoulder and patted it with his finger. "My Master modified him a little. No-one will be able to access his memories aside from me anymore."

Well, that was both reassuring and a little worrying at the same time. Obviously, it meant that Walker had something to hide, didn't it? Or...

"You've met with Cross?"

Kanda frowned at the memory. He still had no idea what he was thinking. He wasn't the kind of person that sweet-talk had any influence on. And he knew that Walker did exactly that: sweet-talk him into all of this. The bastard was having his way with him, for fuck's sake. He was aware of it all. And despite everything, he didn't refuse and stayed with him.

Why did he?

The white-haired Exorcist wiped the lost remains of blood from his face before he lazily made his way towards the bed, taking a seat on the mentioned piece of furniture.

It was time to call it quits. He felt tired as hell. "Hope you don't mind the single bed today..."

"I'll take the floor." Well, apparently Kanda did mind.

"That's..." Allen looked at the man, uncertainty and worry in his eyes. "You won't get a proper rest down there, Kanda. It would be unfair of me−"

"I said I'll be taking the floor." The dark-haired repeated as if nothing, making his way towards the nearest wall and placing Mugen to lean against it. He then sat on the floor with his back pressed against the wall as well, crossed his arms and closed his eyes, as if he were ready to rest. Allen just watched him quietly as he did so.

He's averse to sharing the same bed with me for one fucking night? After what we've been through... The younger male thought to himself, slightly annoyed. Then he let out a sigh. Will he ever change, geez...

"You take the bed, Kanda." Allen suddenly broke the silence, getting to his feet and advancing towards the other. "You're my guest now, after all. It would be inappropriate. I'll be the one to−"

"Shut up and go to sleep." The man cut him off, not even opening his eyes in the process.

"But−"

"I'm used to sleeping like this." Kanda added. "And I don't need you slowing us down tomorrow."

Moyashi was not to be trusted. Not after everything that happened recently. The Order wouldn't suspect him of treason without a reason, after all. And Kanda was certain that Allen was hiding something from him. He's mentioned it before, hasn't he? That the boy started acting weird ever since they got back from the Ark. That was also more or less the time when the kid has been put under surveillance. There needed to be some kind of connection.

...Mirrors? The thought assaulted the dark-haired all of a sudden. He was clueless to the fact why, but now that he recalled it, the moment he and Allen entered the room, the first thing the younger boy did was cover up the mirror with a blanket. And it happened twice now.

Was the kid actually scared of mirrors, or something? He doubted that was the case, in all honesty. There needed to be something more behind that. And right now Kanda only cursed at himself that he didn't ask Allen directly about it when he had the chance.

Maybe, just maybe, that was the actual reason why Kanda stayed with him. To get some answers. To find out everyone's true intentions. To figure out what Walker was actually up to? Maybe that was it. Maybe he just wanted some answers for himself, since he knew how the Order tended to keep secrets behind everyone's back. Just because Kanda seemed to be loyal, didn't mean that he would follow anyone blindly, despite how things tended to look sometimes.

And no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was actually intrigued by Walker's actions.

"I see the Order designed new coats again." Allen commented, observing the black-and-red cloth that was fitting Kanda's body almost perfectly.

He really liked the design, though it did look kind of fancy for a battle outfit. The boy hoped it was more durable and attack-resistant than it looked. Then again, taking the previous coats into consideration, it probably was. Allen only wondered how long it would take, for him to get one...

"And you have Mugen back by your side. Did Komui repair it?"

There was no response.

"Kanda?" The younger of the two called the other's name uncertainly.

"Yeah." The Japanese finally gave an answer, as if snapping out of his thoughts. "He told us to forget about its evolution possibilities for the time being." He closed his eyes as he went on. "Lenalee's still the only one who managed to turn her Innocence into a crystalization-type."

"I see." Allen only commented, feeling slightly down without an apparent reason all of a sudden.

Kanda shifted on the bed again, getting into a sitting position. The covers slid down his frame, revealing naked skin. Even though it was December, and it was cold as hell (especially at nights), the dark-haired still slept without a shirt on. It was part of his training, he tended to justify - one which helped him toughen up and build up resistance to the cold. And it apparently did its job well, since he couldn't even recall the last time he's been sick.

The man shifted his gaze to the other bed present in the room. It was his demand, after all. Aside from that one night together these three days back (Walker's been already booked into that small room for the night, so it would have been stupid to change it), he demanded they have two separate beds from that point on. Yes, two single beds - and not a bed less. That was his condition. Well, as far as Walker didn't want to sleep on the floor, which he really couldn't care any less about.

The current problem right now, however, was the fact that the other bed stood empty before him.

Kanda cursed at himself for being so naive in the first place. He knew it was a bad idea, letting Allen go off somewhere on his own. And he didn't even get a proper explanation where the hell the white-haired actually wanted to run off to.

Well, he did leave Timcanpy behind, and promised to come back no matter what, but saying that Kanda was reassured from his sweet words and promises would be a total lie. Hell, he didn't trust Walker in the slightest.

The brat said he'd be back in an hour or two.

It's been half a day by now.

He didn't freeze to death somewhere out there, did he? The Japanese wondered vaguely all of a sudden, looking through the window glass. The wind shook the leafless trees and made bits of snow raise into the air, smarting up the view with white fluff.

Kanda frowned, looking both annoyed and displeased.

Wait... Why the hell do I care in the first place?

"So, how do you comprehend this 'while' of yours?" Kanda grunted, giving off the impression as if he wasn't fond of the topic in the slightest. "If I am to stay with you, I need a concrete time limit."

Allen turned to look at him, thinking. Right, the dark-haired wouldn't let himself get pulled by the leg that easily... When it came to Kanda, everything needed to go according to schedule, especially on missions. Admirable behavior, though Allen wished the Japanese would give himself some slack sometime. Preferably now.

"Um... How about..." The boy crossed his arms, trying to come up with something reasonable. ...Yeah, maybe that would work. "Until we find my Master."

"Che. That could take forever, for all I know." The older Exorcist remarked, dissatisfied with the answer. "We don't even know if he's still alive, after what happened."

"...After what happened?" Allen asked, unaware.

Kanda observed the white-haired boy for a moment, as if wanting to reassure himself that it was okay to speak about the issue.

"The attack on the Order these three weeks ago..." The Japanese started to explain, his voice low. "Or rather, the attack on Central. It was initiated by the Noah."

He paused, waiting for some kind of reaction. Though Allen was just staring at him the whole time, apparently wanting him to go on. Kanda could only conclude that the other boy really wasn't aware of anything.

"But the worst part is that Cross was together with them." Kanda sounded disgusted.

"Huh? What?" The white-haired's eyes went open wide. Was he hearing right? "You can't be serious. You don't mean−"

"Yes, he did." The older Exorcist cut the other off. "Cross went against the Order. And whatever his motives were, he seemed to be on the enemy's side."

Allen was seriously at a loss of words. "That can't be... Master would never-"

"Komui doesn't believe it, either." Kanda sighed in irritation, closing his eyes. "He said that there is always the possibility that the Noah bitch who could morph into anything be behind it. Though that's just speculation." The dark-haired went on. "We don't know what happened after the attack - all we confirmed is that one of the Noah got killed during the whole commotion. And Cross went missing in action after it."

The younger male stared at the other, trying to process the whole information he just received. Kanda was for real, wasn't he? Well, he'd never joke about something like this, so much Allen should have been aware of by now.

The thing about Lulubell might have been true. She's done it before, after all - taking the form of one of their comrades and slipping inside the Order unnoticed. If the Noah wanted to cause confusion amongst the ranks of their enemy, then they apparently succeeded.

The death of one of the Noah, though... Allen would have lied if he said that it didn't surprise him. But the death itself wasn't the thing that intrigued him most regarding the fact. It was more as if he's just found a piece to his current puzzle - and he had a feeling it was a fitting one.

"...Komui must be right. My Master would never do something like that." It was only natural for the white-haired to come to such a conclusion; he tried to reassure himself. After all, he's met with Cross after leaving the Order... Surely Marian would have mentioned something if he were involved in the whole picture somehow... wouldn't he?

"Well, I won't delude myself with false hope until I find some decent proof behind that." Kanda remarked in a sharp tone.

Allen only nodded in understatement, though it was hard on him. "And the Noah... who was it?"

The dark-haired sighed. "I don't know, unfortunately."

"Hmm... Who killed him, then?"

"I don't know that, either."

Another hour had passed. And Kanda was awake the whole time.

Not to mention he was severely annoyed− pissed− fucking furious by now. If Walker seriously made a run for it, he'd die a miserable death the moment the dark-haired found him again. He seriously couldn't believe this. Was he really that stupid to let something like this happen? He knew the brat was not to be trusted, and yet−

Kanda didn't intend to waste any more time on pointless thinking. It was a matter of seconds till he was on his feet, hastily putting his Exorcist coat on (though not bothering to even button it close). Then he settled Mugen on his belt, lastly taking the rope for his hair and made his way towards the door. Holding the string in his lips, he worked on the black strands with his hands, attending to form a pony-tail.

The moment he wanted to pause his current occupation and open the door so that he could continue it while being on his way, he suddenly heard a noise. And it apparently wasn't his imagination, since before he knew it, the doors swung open before his very face, revealing none other than Allen, blocking his way out.

Kanda ceased all of his movements, staring at the boy dumbly. And it was due to the light that emitted from the corridor that he was able to notice... the huge blush on the younger boy's face.

...Wait, what?

Then the stench of something that Kanda could only conclude was alcohol reached his senses, leaving him doubtless to everything.

"You still didn't give me an answer." Kanda suddenly grunted, annoyed.

"Huh?" Allen turned to look at the other.

"How long?"

"Oh..." The boy averted his gaze elsewhere, sweat dropping. Geez, did Kanda always have to be so damn stubborn? "If you insist that much..." Allen trailed off before he smiled at the other man as cheerfully as he could. "How does half a year sound?"

...He didn't go over the line, did he?

"Wha−" Kanda almost choked on his own saliva. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"I'm just kidding, geez!" Allen let out a sigh, as he cut the other off before any of this got any further. "Can't you even take a joke, Kan−" He stopped when he suddenly felt the side of Mugen pressing to his cheek. "Yeah, apparently not..."

"I didn't come here to play with you, you damned brat!" Kanda spoke through gritted teeth, dangerously tightening the grip on his sword.

Allen frowned at the other man in annoyance. Ever since Kanda found him, he's been calling him names which were way more rude than his trademark 'Moyashi'. But as much as the boy was tired of being called after vegetables and whatnot, this was seriously starting to go over the line. Kanda was acting colder towards him than ever before. What the hell was his problem?

To Allen, it almost felt as if the man was being so rude to him on purpose... It's as if... He didn't know how to deal with me, or something.

"I have a name, you know!" Allen backfired, ignoring the fact that his health was currently in danger. "Stop being such a jerk, will you! What the hell is your problem, anyway?"

"I'm not in the mood for this bullshit." Kanda snorted in annoyance.

"Well, you're never in the mood for anything, so what else is new?"

The next second, Allen was being pinned to the wall. Kanda caught him by his already torn collar, throwing daggers at the boy. "Listen, Moyashi. I'm going to drag you back to the Order if you don't give me a fucking answer this instant." The older male apparently tried his best to control himself. He seemed to mean every word he spoke. "I have no idea why the fuck I've agreed to stay with you in the first place."

"Kanda, what are you afraid of?"

At that single moment, Allen noticed confusion and uncertainty flash through the other man's features - though those emotions disappeared even faster than they appeared. But the sudden question did stir up something in the other male, the boy was certain of it.

"I've no idea what you're talking about." Kanda grunted as if nothing. But Allen already had reasons to believe it was a lie. "And you still didn't answer my question."

"Are you still mad at me?" The white-haired continued in a composed tone. "You are, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm fucking mad at you!" The man admitted, raising his voice. "If you even get the stupid idea of disappearing without a word again−"

"That's not what I was talking about." Allen's interruption was quiet, albeit effective.

The Japanese turned silent at that. He stared at the white-haired boy for a while more, and Allen stared back. Then Kanda finally released his grip on him.

"I've long forgotten about that."

And with that he turned a hundred and eighty degrees and started walking away. Allen watched his movements, staying in place.

Have you, now?

"What the fuck, Moyashi..." Was all Kanda muttered out, as he still stared at the other boy in disbelief.

Seriously now... What the hell was he trying to pull? Let alone the fact that he was underage, who the bloody hell gave him alcohol in the first place? Did the kid run off somewhere just to get wasted? Was he for real?

"How much did you drink?"

"...Not much." Allen answered half-heartedly as he averted his gaze from the other's, then managed to move from the door frame. Taking a step inside the room, he closed the door behind him.

Did Kanda mention that he swayed from right to left while at it?

"You can hardly stand, you moron."

Shit... Allen only cursed to himself in his thoughts. He wasn't certain about Kanda's current mood, or about his surroundings. He wasn't certain about anything at all at the moment, actually. All he was really aware of was the fact that the world around him was spinning, spinning− oh bloody hell, spinning− like there was no tomorrow.

He overdid it, he seriously overdid it. While playing poker was something he could handle with ease (his last resort option at earning money had to get to him sooner or later, he was seriously a fool thinking he could manage to go on without it), the moment alcohol appeared in the picture, things were starting to get risky. Well, he didn't want to turn out being rude - not to mention suspicious − as his fellow players in that godforsaken night club offered him a glass after a few rounds of gambling.

It's not like he never touched alcohol in his entire life before. Yes, blame Cross and his inability to hide things that weren't supposed to just lay there in the open like that, and- How the hell was he supposed to know there was alcohol in those sweets in the first place?

Allen shook his head, not even wanting to remember how much money those chocolates were actually worth. It was long in the past now... Case closed.

Where was he, again? Oh, right... Kanda. Poker? ...Booze? Curse those assholes for treating him to a second glass. And a third. And− he lost count by then, really.

"Shit..." The white-haired boy muttered out loud this time, as he shifted from the door frame, wanting to move - probably towards his bed.

"That's my line− Oi!" Kanda only remarked as he saw Allen trip and fall to the floor clumsily.

Letting out an irritated sigh, the Japanese advanced towards the other, catching him by the arm and trying to pull the boy up to his feet. "How the hell did you manage to make it here in your condition in the first place?"

Despite himself, Allen started to chuckle.

Oh, hell... This wasn't supposed to happen. He hoped that Kanda would be already asleep - it would save him a good deal of trouble that way. Aside from making a fool out of himself in front of the other and needing to explain himself in the morning, there was one thing Allen was really, really worried about right now. Then again, maybe he wasn't.

People tended to do stupid − very stupid − things while being drunk. And the worst part was that they normally didn't give a damn while they did them.

Same went for Allen right now. He knew he'd probably wish he'd never have been born the moment he woke up tomorrow. But what did it matter, really?

"Ne, Kanda..." It was really astonishing how he was suddenly inches away from the dark-haired man's face, his arms tangled around the Japanese's neck, ignoring the uncertain look the other was giving him. "You look... peculiarly handsome today..."

It took Kanda a short while to comprehend what Allen actually wanted to get at with that remark− The sudden taste of alcohol accompanied with something warm and wet on his lips made his eyes go open wide−

Instinctively, he pushed Walker away without blinking twice.

"W-What the hell are you−" The older man stammered in disbelief, wiping his face with the sleeve of his coat.

There, told you it was a bad idea... Allen thought to himself, smiling. How the hell any of this was funny, he had no idea. Laying on the floor with his back pressed to the ground (Kanda's shoves were always full of force, he mused), the boy stared at the ceiling− his head was still spinning like it did. If not faster.

"You're no fun, Kanda..." The younger Exorcist complained with a pout.

Still in shock, the older man gritted his teeth angrily. He seriously couldn't believe this. Did Walker get drunk just to... No, he wouldn't fall that low, would he? For fuck's sake, this wasn't happening.

This. Wasn't. Happening.

Kanda tried to ignore the boy that was sprawled across the floor and made his way towards his bed without another word. Drunk or not, he didn't fucking care anymore. The brat could sleep on the ground like that for all he cared-

"Want me to make you feel good...?"

The dark-haired almost facepalmed himself at the question, cursing all that was holy and not. How could Walker even ask him such a thing so shamelessly? Was he out of his fucking mind?

"Kanda...?"

The Japanese noticed just now that Allen was already kneeling by his bed, looking at him with that alcohol-ridden gaze, cheeks stained with red (he could see the goddamn blush even in such dim light), lips slightly apart... The collar of his shirt also slightly apart...

The moment Kanda noticed he was actually staring, he had to look away. This was retarded. He did not just get any stupid ideas. He totally did not just get turned on by the sight. "You're... totally drunk."

"And you're charmingly shy." Allen smirked seductively.

The older Exorcist looked back at the boy with slightly widened eyes. What? Him? Shy? Was that supposed to be a joke? Didn't that idiot get the situation he was in? Couldn't he tell the difference between being shy and not wanting to?

Bloody hell, he needed to get out of here − leave this room or something − and let Walker sober up before things got any worse and he ended up doing something he would regret. Maybe he was averse to the whole idea, especially when it came to Allen, but for God's sake, he was still human. There was also a limit to how much a guy could take.

Without giving it any more thought, Kanda stood up and passed the other without a word, advancing in the direction of the door.

"Chickening out?"

He didn't even take two steps before he stopped, turning back in Allen's direction. The boy figured he had to push the wrong − right? − button, because Kanda didn't even hesitate when he shoved him on top of the bed, self-restraint reaching critical state.

"You're the coward here, brat. Couldn't confront me without getting drunk?" The older man hissed, looming over the boy.

Allen just stared up at him intently. "...Why not use the situation?"

"Who the hell do you think I am?"

"Wow, Kanda..." The white-haired gave him that goddamn smirk again, and Kanda could swear his blood was starting to boil. "You really do care about me that much."

"Like hell I do." The older man gritted his teeth, really, really trying to control himself. He wasn't letting him have this. "Fucking seductress..."

Allen chuckled at that.

"What's so fucking funny?" Kanda sounded far from amused.

"Nothing, just..." The boy smiled again, licking his lips slowly. "Your self-restraint amazes me."

The dark-haired man tensed. His eyes widened the tiniest bit as he suddenly felt something pressing against him − right onto his crotch to be exact − and it was nothing else than Walker's thigh, right between his own.

Shit... Was he really as hard as he just noticed he was?

"Kanda's blushing!~" Allen chirped, then started to laugh out loud, as if everything that he actually did so far was supposed to lead to this single moment.

The fuck... Was Walker trying to toy with him now?

The nerve of the bastard, Kanda was seriously fed up with this bullshit. He wasn't sure what Walker was trying to pull, but in all honesty, he didn't give a damn anymore. Allen was the one who started to provoke him in the first place, so he better be prepared for the consequences.

And if he wanted to blame everything on the alcohol tomorrow morning, then be his fucking guest.

"Kan−"

The white-haired boy gasped as soon as he felt the chilly air reach his naked chest − Kanda tore his shirt open with one swift move, apparently not giving a damn that a few buttons fell to the floor in the process. Allen could swear the man had the look of a demon − hesitation seemed long gone. There was fury in his eyes.

Even though Allen was drunk, his heart started beating faster from the view − and in a bad kind of way. Did he go over the line? Were things actually... starting to get dangerous?

"Ack!" The boy yelped as the other caught him by the wrist of his left hand and roughly pulled it to the opposite side, so that Allen was forced to turn, pressing his right shoulder to the bed. Another swift movement, and Kanda's other hand was slipping under his waist and pulling him up, so that the white-haired was facing the man with his back. They were both in a kneeling position when Kanda pulled the other closer towards himself, making Allen straddle his lap.

The younger Exorcist blushed even more when he felt the other's erection press against him through the fabric of their pants. He tensed as Kanda's hand suddenly brushed along his chest, stopping at one of his nipples. The man's other palm appeared by Allen's face, partially covering his mouth with his fingers and pulling his chin upwards and back against him.

Allen could feel the other's breath brushing against his earlobe. "Ah−nn..." The moan left his lips as Kanda pinched the sensitive flesh on his chest, and the moment the boy opened his mouth, he used the opportunity to push his fingers inside. The intrusion hindered him from closing his lips back together again, and suddenly, Allen found himself making silent, embarrassing noises.

"Take your pants off." The voice that reached the white-haired's ears all of a sudden was sharp and demanding, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

Though Allen hesitated.

"Didn't you hear me?" Kanda hissed.

Oh God, he was really pissed, the boy mused despite his drunken state.

"Don't go weak on me now. You've started this shit, now deal with it."

...What did he get himself into again?

Allen decided that thinking − or rather attempting to think − wasn't doing him any good at the moment. The alcohol was still doing a good job at messing with his mind. So what did it matter, anyway.

As ordered, the boy's hands traveled the belt of his pants, unbuckling it slowly. Though Kanda seemed to be losing his patience, as the hand that was seconds ago at Allen's chest, was now helping him in his attempt. And the dark-haired wasn't as gentle.

A few more swift movements and both Walker's pants and boxers were hanging loosely by his knees. Kanda embraced him with his arm by the waist, tugging the other close to press against him again. Allen had to close his eyes at the intensified feeling. He could feel the Japanese's erection pressing against him again, the hand back on his chest, and Kanda's breath−

"Do you have some lotion with you?" The question sounded more calm than the previous one.

Allen only shook his head weakly.

"Che." Hn. Maybe Moyashi didn't plan this, after all. The older man thought to himself vaguely. But that didn't change the fact that he was still the one to blame.

Allen let out a silent purr as Kanda finally pulled the fingers from his mouth away, making saliva trail down his chin, but the boy didn't even find the heart to wipe his face at the moment.

Things went more quickly from that point on, even though the white-haired boy wished they didn't. Kanda was rough − way too rough for his liking − as he stretched him with his saliva-coated fingers. Maybe it was because of the fact that patience wasn't the dark-haired's virtue, or maybe because the man was pissed at him for starting all of this in the first place, and wanted to punish him. Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

Allen wasn't prepared properly when Kanda went ahead (just used a moment to loosen the belt and unzip his own pants, leaving them on) and replaced his fingers with his hardened length, making the boy almost scream out loud in pain. Ragged breathing followed as the younger male tried his best at being more quiet, tensing and going stiff, shutting his eyes tight and clenching his teeth.

The Japanese hands were clenching the boy's hips tightly as he guided their bodies as he wished, starting to thrust into him. Kanda didn't even give him time to adjust.

"Aah...Agh−Kan− S-Stop−" Allen breathed through ragged gasps while he caught one of the man's arms with his own hand and squeezed it tightly, as if attempting to make the other stop − slow down somehow − anything. Unfortunately, he lacked the strength.

"First you provoke me and then you tell me to stop? You've got the nerve." Though slightly strained, Kanda's voice sounded angry again. And he apparently wasn't intent on listening.

"Ah!" Allen gasped as the dark-haired shoved him forward; the boy fell face-down to the bed. The lower part of his body was still held in place by the other, weakly supported by his knees. He tried to push himself up with his hands, at least managing to turn his head to the side, so that he could breathe somehow.

For a moment, all that was left to hear inside of the room were constant moans and hisses accompanied by creaks of the bed. And through the haze of it all, Kanda started to wonder... Was Allen exaggerating with his sensations (he had no idea if alcohol could actually amplify those or not?) or was he really causing the boy this much pain?

"Damn, you're loud..." The dark-haired grunted, trying to control his strained voice. And God be damned, but he had to admit that the little brat's uncontrolled moans were a big turn-on. And the sight of Allen's flushed face, even if he could see it only partly...

No, he didn't think that just now.

But it was something he found himself enjoy - way more than he ever thought he would.

It was different from last time. His senses felt as if they were on fire, the tightness of Walker's muscles around him was almost hurting him, but in a pleasurable way.

Kanda didn't need to wait long before he reached the edge.

Allen apparently didn't, but he hardly gave a damn right now. He figured the brat could use a lesson.

A short moment passed before the dark-haired pulled away, leaving the younger boy to finally fall to the bed on his stomach. Both tried to even their breaths out.

About five minutes have passed in silence.

"Oi, you alive?" Kanda was the one to speak first, as he shifted on the bed and leaned slightly in the other boy's direction, looking at him curiously. Moyashi had his eyes closed and just lay there, his cheeks still pink.

If the dark-haired didn't know better, he would say that the kid looked really innocent right about now.

"Kanda..." Allen murmured weakly, almost hardly audible.

Despite himself, the older man leaned even closer, expecting that Walker was going to continue and say something. But he didn't. So Kanda had to ask. "What?"

And at that moment the white-haired boy shifted to the side and threw his arms around the older man's neck, then slowly pulled him down to the mattress with him.

"Sleepyyy..." The boy yawned, keeping his eyes closed the whole time.

Kanda was startled by the gesture at first, though the moment the smell of alcohol reached his nose again, he concluded that Walker was still drunk and wasn't fully aware of what he was doing. He wouldn't say that he was comfortable with Moyashi clinging to him like that, but...

To hell with it, he felt tired as well.

Reaching for the blanket that by some strange coincidence ended up lying on the floor, he covered both himself and Allen with it.

Then he let out a deep sigh.

...What did he get himself into again?
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