Acquiescence

Disclaimer: …….don‘t own……as usual……sux huh?

Warnings: OOCness, language, violence, blood, NC, hard yaoi, torture, BDSM

A/N: So sorry for the late update!! My computer was literally dead … Well it’s fixed now, so to make up for making ya’ll wait, I made this chapter a bit longer! But first of all: Thank you all for reading, alerting, favorite-ing (if that’s a word) and reviewing!!! I love you all *huggies* ah well now that the warm fuzzies are out of the way lets get on with the sadism and NC. Awwwz the absolutely divine and drool worthy NC smex. Ok peeps I’m trying not to hold anything back so be prepared k huns!!!

Enjoy!


Chapter 3 – I Own You


Kanda stood frozen as he stared into the face of the man who had made his day a fucking hell on earth. He never thought he’d see the sick psycho again, but here he was standing at the entrance to his school with a – no doubt fake – relieved smile in place as if he’d been searching all over for him. Somehow Kanda knew he hadn’t.

“My dear you left me heartbroken when you left this morning.” Allen smiled and extended his hand to Kanda who took two steps back. “Now, now… I won’t hurt you.”

Kanda knew that was a blatant lie.

“Why the fuck are you here!” Kanda finally found his voice; he was done laying some scared kitten!

“Like I said before you left without so much of a goodbye I didn’t know when I’d see you again so I came to find you, Kanda Yuu…”

Kanda’s eyes widened in shock. ‘How the hell does he know my name?’ He took a noticeable step back. ‘This is dangerous, we have to leave. I can’t let Lenalee get mixed up in this… Komuii will kill me.’

“Lena, let’s go,” He avoided saying her complete first name as a way of keeping her identity hidden.

“Ah… um, sure,” Lenalee replied. She gave one final look at the eerie, smiling guy in full white and turned to face Kanda. There was something going on and she was curious to know but after reading the atmosphere and taking in the interaction between Kanda and the stranger, she could tell that she would be treading down dangerous territory with her questions. So she decided to keep them to herself until she deemed it safe to ask Kanda, and right now it definitely wasn’t safe. Not when Kanda seemed so freaking – dare she say it – scared. Don’t get her wrong; Kanda doesn’t do fear, and he does not run from anyone but there are times – which she thought she would never see – where one must retreat.

“Leaving so soon Yuu?” Allen called out.

Kanda gritted his teeth and continued walking; he would not let his temper get the best of him. So he would just ignore the freak and get Lenalee to safety.

“I won’t allow it.”

His body froze when he felt a hot breath ghost past his right ear, tickling it softly. He tried to turn to face the albino but he found himself unable to move by a gloved hand on his shoulder. ‘What the–? How the hell did he get here so fast?’

“Yuu–”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” Kanda growled, interrupting him. ‘I don’t want anyone to call me that name!’

Allen chuckled, the sound low and seductive even to Kanda’s ear. “Alright then. Shall I call you Kanda?” he paused to make Kanda reply, when he didn’t he continued, “I must say Kanda matches you better.” His grip on Kanda tightened and he leaned closer to his ear. “We don’t want to make a scene so come with me quietly, okay? If not…” He snapped his fingers and three men dressed in full black suits and dark shades came out of the limo. “Yamikoru High will be the scene of a bloody massacre,” he whispered the last sentence in a way than sent shivers down Kanda’s spine.

“You’re going to kill all the students here if I don’t come with you?” Kanda asked in a low tone; his raven hair hooded his eyes from sight.

Allen expected him to give in, but the reaction he got made him crave Kanda more. Kanda turned his head back to look at the guys who came out of the limo, all three with their hands in their coat pockets – no doubt holding their guns – and then he turned his head in such a way that he could see Allen’s devil-laced face. Allen smiled at him, but Kanda just laughed and this startled Allen a little. Once his laughter died down he glared at Allen with unsuppressed scorn.

“Don’t make me laugh,” he sneered. “I don’t give a shit what happens to these fucking assholes so go ahead and fuck them up. They all are gonna die anyway, you’ll just be doing them a fucking favor.”

That was not what Allen expected. ‘Heh, my little pet is full of surprises.’ So he wouldn’t falter even though he threatened to slaughter the entire school. Their lives were meaningless to him, so what would force him to give in? His steely grey eyes trailed towards the girl that still held on to Kanda’s hand. She looked between the two of then in mild fear. ‘Oooh, jackpot.’

“So you don’t care if I had the whole school murdered? Alright then,” he shrugged. “How about I proceed with the killing?” he smirked at what he had to say next. “Starting with that bitch on your arm.”

Fear seized Kanda’s heart like a vice grip. ‘Shit, Lenalee!’ He shook himself from Allen’s hold and stood before the girl.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

Lenalee was startled at his behavior but she held her ground. “Kanda?”

“Get out of here now!”

She staggered back a little from the sudden outburst. ‘What?’ She barely had time to process anything before Kanda was yanked from her line of vision and replaced by the polite-looking albino with his one hundred watt smile.

“Hello, my dear.” Lenalee could only blink as the words passed from Allen’s sinful lips. She was locked in a trance caused by his purr-like voice but was slapped back to reality by the screams of the students around her.

“What… huh?” she looked around seeing everyone scrambling and running for cover, escaping the dangers she was unaware of. “What is going on here? Kanda?” she looked around and almost screamed at what she saw.

Kanda was in the arms of a tall man with unnatural amber eyes and a black top hat. The switch blade he held in place was propped against Kanda’s neck. Warm blood dripped free from the small wound inflicted. ‘Why is this happening?! Who are these guys and what do they want with us?’ She was pulled from her attention on Kanda by Allen’s voice.

“What is your name, my dear?”

She staggered back startled, this time falling on her butt. A groan threatened to escape he lips in protest but she clamped her mouth shut in fear and her eyes itched to look elsewhere but at the man before her. Yet she couldn’t, as if she didn’t watch the man’s movement, it could end up in a worse case scenario for her.

“Ah, let me help you up.” Allen extended his arm to her.

Lenalee hesitated at first but took his hand none the less. When she landed on her feet she took two steps back to put some space between the two of them. The school ground was empty thanks to the man before her and she didn’t feel safe staying any closer than necessary to him.

“Who are you?!” she demanded. “And what do you want with Kanda?” she glared at Allen for all that’s worth and almost got blinded by the amount of white he wore. ‘Who wears that much white?’ The only response her mind could come up with was someone who was godly and holy, but Lenalee could tell there was nothing godly, holy or even good about the man before her.

“Your face looks familiar,” Allen pondered, ignoring her question. “I’ve seen you somewhere before. Ah, yes,” he said finally, clasping his gloved hands together. “You’re Cross’s little lover, aren’t you?”

Lenalee’s face paled when recognition finally sunk in. Her boyfriend always told her that he worked in a shady business and that she should avoid certain people when he wasn’t around. He specifically described the persons she should avoid, but the two that topped his list were a pale man with gray eyes and snowy white hair with a red tattoo over his left eye who wore mainly white – even though he was a demon from hell. The other was a man with sickly gray toned skin, striking gold-amber eyes and dark brown hair that seemed sometimes pitch black. He was the right-hand man of the first guy, and he wore mostly black. Now that she thought of it, it was obvious who these people were.

“Allen Walker…” she whispered, fear racked her entire frame. “And Tyki Mykk.” Her eyes travelled to the one who held Kanda.

A bright fake smile was her answer. “Ah, you remembered me, eh?” He took a step closer to her and she took a step back. “It’s about time, ne?”

Allen’s smile seemed innocent, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew him to be a mass murderer who killed without a second thought, she might have believed it was genuine. But as it was, she did not believe it, not one bit. She continued to back step and he followed her movements step for step.

“Stay away from me!” she screamed as tears flooded her eyes. “Let Kanda go! Leave us alone!”

Allen stopped in his tracks, a smirk crossed his lips and before Lenalee was even aware that he moved, he was right before her. She tried to turn and run away but he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her body towards him.

“No one orders me around, bitch,” he growled, tightening his grip on her hair which caused her scream out in pain.

“Let her go!” Kanda yelled not caring if the knife cut deeper into his neck. “I’m the one you want! So leave her the fuck out of this!”

A sadistic gleam flickered in Tyki’s eyes as the boy in his grasps struggled harder. He had the sudden urge to slit the boy’s throat and fuck him as he slowly died… but he tried his best to control the urge. If all went wrong maybe he could kill… him. He licked his lips in anticipation but it was soon short lived, as Allen turned to give him a look that made him think back to the time the other man became boss.

“You should have agreed to come with me earlier,” was all Allen said. “But now you’ve gone and gotten Cross’s little whore involved. Oh well.” He locked eyes with Kanda. “How about I rape this bitch and kill her right in front of you? As punishment of course, maybe then you’d think twice on disobeying me.”

Lenalee’s eyes widened in sheer terror as she felt the cold metal of a switch blade pressed against her right cheek. Tears flooded her eyes at the thought of having her life taken from her in such a disturbing manner.

“Damn it, asshole! You fucking bastard, I’ll go with you!” Kanda screamed; he was desperate as he was sure the bastard would rape and kill Lenalee then and there.

“Ah that’s more like it.” Allen sing-songed. “But, unfortunately you have no say in this.” He lightly touched Lenalee’s cheek with his knife, dragging it down her flesh to her chin. It left a long, red slash in its wake. “If I want to fuck her and kill her it’s my decision.”

Kanda wanted to run the knife pressed against his neck through Allen’s heart when he saw the other trail the knife down to Lenalee’s white shirt, cutting the buttons one by one. He was at the third button when Kanda screamed out and grabbed the knife from Tyki’s grasp, startling him. Allen raised a snowy brow at the knife pointed towards him.

“You want to kill me?” Allen was beyond amused, he smirked. “You can’t,” he said as he sliced off the third button. “You won’t.”

Lenalee’s sobs increased as she turned her gaze towards Kanda with pleading purple eyes. She could have gotten herself out of this situation if she had left Kanda when he had told her maybe she wouldn’t be caught in this mess. But she didn’t want to leave Kanda with those dangerous men; though she didn’t want to die… it seemed that it might be her fate.

Kanda growled at the man before him and though he didn’t want to believe, what the bastard said was right; he couldn’t see any other way out of it. He didn’t doubt his fighting skills but he figured by the time he reached Lenalee the bastard might have already killed her, and that was something he would not risk happening. So he took the best way out, he raised the blade of the knife to his own neck and glared head on.

“I may not be able to kill you yet you fucker, but I will slit my fucking throat if you don’t let her go!” Allen looked like the type that loved unexpected extras but didn’t like to lose. Lenalee was the unexpected extra but if Kanda killed himself then Allen lost. He brought the knife closer to his neck making a shallow gash and barely wincing as the blood ran down his neck.

“You’re not kidding,” Allen realized and let go of Lenalee’s hair, she wasted no time getting up and running to a safe distance from him. “There happy?” he shrugged. “Girls aren’t my thing anyway, too fragile.”

He walked towards Kanda who backed away from him, only to run into Tyki who easily disarmed the knife from his hand and pocketed it.

“The kid’s got spunk; I can see why you like him so much,” He replied with a small smirk.

“Indeed.” Allen was now before Kanda and Tyki. His cold gaze met rampant amber. “Oh, and Tyki if you hurt my pet without my permission again I might end up killing you.”

“Heh, I get it, no touching without the boss’s permission.” Tyki’s voice was sickly level but his eyes showed another sensation, one that clearly stated that he’d mess around with Allen’s pet just to piss him off.

“Isn’t this nice, eh, Kanda? You’ll be my new pet from now on,” Allen smiled the homicidal look he had before the expression melted into his fake gentleman appearance.

Kanda grit his teeth and glared at the taller man before him. He was no one’s pet and even though he considered defeat now, he would not give up so easy in the future. So instead of answering Allen he showed him his middle finger the turned in the direction of the limo. It was better than Lenalee. There was no way he’d be able to live with himself or face Komuii if Lenalee had been raped and killed.

One of the three guys opened the door for him to get in which he was about to do.

“Kanda!” Lenalee yelled, her eyes wide with fear, not for herself but he very close and dear friend. “I’ll ask Cross to do something. He’s your guardian, he’ll stop this!”

Allen laughed in unsuppressed sadistic glee.

“Cross will do something? Ha – don’t make me laugh,” he smirked at the fear in Lenalee’s eyes. “If you want someone to blame, blame that bastard. After all he sold his own charge to me.”

“No…I don’t believe you!” Lenalee sobbed falling to her knees. That couldn’t be happening; Cross wouldn’t…her Cross wouldn’t!

Kanda didn’t like that look on Lenalee’s face. She was better off smiling and not crying for his misfortune and her bastard – now confirmed – boyfriend’s apparent betrayal. He knew the bastard wanted to sell him off and probably as a set with the house too. So it didn’t surprise him that Cross sold him to another asshole; hell, he saw it coming. Before he got in the limo, he turned to Lenalee so that he could say one final thing.

“Oi, don’t cry over that fuck-face, I told you before that he was a fucking asshole on legs. Anyway don’t worry I’ll be alright.” I’ll be back.

And with that said he entered the limo. Allen and Tyki followed afterwards and once the last three guys got in, the limo sped out of the school, leaving Lenalee alone with her tears and Kanda’s words as comfort.

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He watched as view after view blurred across his vision, his eyes locked outside the window seeing everything but taking in nothing. They had been on the road for over fifteen minutes now and from the short ride Kanda had discovered one thing. Well, two. The first?

His life was beyond fucked up. And the other?

There was no freaking escape from the freaky white haired and brunette haired assholes.

He couldn’t help the sigh that passed his lips and he felt the intense urge to rub his neck. The bleeding had stopped and dried up but what was left of the cut still irritated him.

“That wound bothers you?” Allen asked. “Let me take a look.”

That was the last thing Kanda wanted. He winced as Allen ran his gloved hand across his neck, then out of no where he felt the hand replaced by something soft and wet. His head snapped from the window to glare at the man before him. Allen was on his knees in front of him with a wet cloth in his hands wiping the dried blood off his neck.

“Tyki, pass me a band aid… as a matter of fact don’t bother.”

Tyki let his hand fall back to his side; he turned his attention to Allen who had moved from his position beside him to kneel before his pet.

“Allen, make up your mind,” Tyki sighed in annoyance. He was about to say something else but that died on his lips when he saw ‘that’ look in Allen’s eyes.

In his entire life he’s only seen that look on the other’s face twice. Back when Allen executed a traitor from their family in one of the goriest way imaginable – he severed his limbs while he was still alive – and when Allen first became boss and those eyes were directed at him.

Eyes filled with such sadistic joy that it radiated off him in strong waves. Tyki could practically feel it, that Allen wanted to hack this guy up and would enjoy doing it. Normally when Allen killed he never showed his joy of killing, joy of the action, he just smiled innocently as if he was saying ‘please die.’ It was beyond creepy.

“Well look at this,” Allen licked his lips, “pleasant surprise.”

Kanda internally cursed, ‘Shit, he saw it, now he knows.’ This was something he never wanted anyone to know. The only ones who knew about his weird ‘ability’ was his deceased grandfather and brothers, Lenalee, her brother Komuii and that overly preppy redhead senior that was his mentor back when he was a freshman. Other than that no one else knew, and now one of the most dangerous man around – who would no doubt milk his ability for all its worth – knew. Shit.

“Allen, what’s so surprising?” Tyki was curious as to what could make Allen eager to hurt his pet.

Allen gave a chuckle and indicated to Tyki to come over, which he did. He stooped down beside Allen who forcefully turned Kanda’s head so that he could see what was so ‘surprising’, but he saw nothing. No cut, no scab, not even a scar. There was nothing but clear, milky, pale skin.

“It’s gone.” Tyki could now see why Allen had ‘that’ look. “The cut I gave him, the one he gave himself. Both are gone.”

“Exactly,” Allen replied, his smile grew monstrous. “Just perfect, someone who won’t die as easily as the others.”

Only a few persons had the metabolism for rapid healing, who would have thought he’d run into one? He was really lucky. ‘Think of all the fun I’ll have with this wonderful body of his.’

Kanda snorted as if he could tell what the white haired demon was thinking.

“Oh, joy.” Heavy sarcasm dripped from his words.

“Oh, joy indeed,” Allen purred in a low voice.

Tyki picked up on the tone Allen used and smirked retreating to the other side of the limo where he first at.

“Allen, do make it quick we’re almost home.”

Allen smirked and without warning he grabbed both of Kanda’s hand pinning them above his head on the roof of the car, while he settled in between his legs.

“Oi, bastard –” Kanda was cut off by a pain filled groan that threatened to escape his lips.

The bastard had cut him right on his chest. Thankfully it was shallow due to the fact that he had to cut through his black school blazer and white shirt, but it still stung.

“What the hell, asshole?” he growled, but he knew what was going on. The freak wanted to test his recovery skills to see how long it will take for him to heal, probably wanted him to snivel in pain.

“Ah, you’re not going to scream in pain?” Allen asked in a slight purr, his eyes darkened. “I want to hear you Kanda.” He gave him another slash. “Scream.”

Kanda glared at him in defiance before he spat out the words with contempt. “Fuck you.”

This made Allen’s look darken considerably and the fake gentle gaze that always took residence on his face disappeared completely. His eyes were two frozen pools that mirrored his amusement at Kanda’s rejection. It was clear that he would punish him, and probably greatly. All control snapped and he raised his knife then brought it down on soft, clothed flesh, ripping into it without a care. He slashed over and over increasing the pressure with each nick of the flesh. His aim was to cause pain as he wanted –no, needed to hear his pet’s screams – those screams excited him beyond anything else, it was like music to his ears. To hear his target cry out in pain was what he enjoyed most about sex and killing, but his new pet refused to sing for him thus he would grant him pain until he did.

Kanda gritted his teeth as he held in all the screams that he wanted to let loose. His chest burned and he could feel his blood running freely down his torso. He trashed and kicked but this only caused Allen cut deeper into his chest. His trashing ceased and his eyes blurred, the pain was getting to him but it was tolerable he told himself. He could endure it until he passed out from the pain or lack of blood – whichever one came first. Allen, though, was completely annoyed that Kanda refused to let out a sound. His eyes grew crueler and his slashes became more frantic as if he was lost in his own madness. He brought his knife back and was about to plunge it forward when his cell phone rang. The sound knocked him back to reality, and he stopped inches before the knife could graze the skin that laid in front Kanda’s heart.

“Hmm, a call.” Allen’s glazed over eyes returned to its normal expression and the cruel smile that touched his lips became tamed. He pulled his phone from his pocket and put it on speaker once he saw the caller id. “Lavi, speak.”

‘Lavi?’ Kanda’s pain filled mind fought the urge to pass out. ‘Could it be…?’

“Allen… ah, boss. Time for da daily briefing.” came a cheery sounding voice from the speaker that sounded way too familiar to Kanda’s ears.

“Lavi…” Kanda’s voice was one of recognition and it made Allen slightly angry.

“Eh? Ya have someone wit ya?” Lavi asked, there was a rustle of papers. “I’ll call back lata then.”

“No, make your report.” Allen replied instantly with a hand over Kanda’s mouth. “Tyki is here with me.”

Lavi seemed pause a bit before he began his report. Allen placed his phone on the center table so that Tyki could hear what Lavi was about to say.

“Okay. For today approximately eighty-six persons applied for a loan over one million pounds and two hundred and forty-five persons applied for a loan under said amount. Lastly out of da three hundred and seventy-nine that have loans due taday, three hundred and fifty-nine made their final payments. And for da last twenty who failed ta make payments da appropriate measures were taken. Out of da twenty, eighteen had daughters of age.” He paused a bit and turned a page. “They were brought into the family, drugged, and sold while for da other two, they were stripped of anything that was viewed as valuable to us and properly disposed of. There are now three hundred and thirty-one new debtors making it a grand total of five hundred and ninety-three.”

“Impressive.” Allen muttered. “Is there enough money to cover tomorrow’s dealings? No matter, I’ll be in tomorrow.”

“There is, but in the case we have more customers tomorrow I’ll have to have some more made.” Lavi replied. “Which means you’ll have ta visit ‘The Akuma’ tonight.”

“I’ll gamble some other night as I will be busy tonight.” Allen replied.

Lavi hummed at this and he scanned through some more papers.

“I see here that Cross’s debts have been canceled and the amount of three billion pounds was transferred to his account.” he paused as if he was debating whether he should ask or not, but he asked anyway. “Did ya buy another pet? If so, he or she was expensive.”

“I guess it seems so, ne?” Allen replied. “This one is special, my heart chose him.”

Lavi was quiet for a while as if trying to digest the information.

“Lavi, I’m sure this is the first you’ve heard Allen choosing a partner based on what his heart tells him when it is clear that he does not possess one,” Tyki began his silky smooth voice seemed to trapped Lavi in a trance and he murmured ‘hmm hmm’ as if that was the only word he knew. “I am all for this new relationship Allen has formed and it seems that Allen only wants this young lad.”

“I guess.” Lavi replied but it seemed he wanted to ask ‘ya sure?’ He cleared his throat and spoke again addressing Allen. “Well if Tyki-sama supports you well I guess I should wish ya luck boss. I’m guna finish up here and head out. So lata.”

The phone hung up.

“He’s eager to see you, Tyki,” Allen replied as he tossed his phone back into his pocket. He removed his hands from Kanda’s mouth. “And you my dear,” he held Kanda’s chin in his grasp. “It seems you know my little attendant. How so?”

Kanda didn’t answer him; he tried to glare despite the throb in his head from the pain. His vision blurred and he felt as if he’d pass out any minute now.

“Perhaps they were schoolmates,” Tyki offered. “If I recall, Lavi used to attend the same school.”

“Perhaps.” was the only thing Kanda heard before the darkness enclosed him.

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He woke up feeling warm and strangely comfortable. The wounds on his chest didn’t ache at all which made him idly wonder if they were healed already. Dark brown eyes opened to take in his surroundings and he was surprised to see that he was in a bedroom. It was a normal room for what he could see, but something wasn’t right. He felt as if he was suffocating and there was this strong odor in the air which smelt suspiciously like…

Blood.

Strong. Thick. Suffocating.

And with that monstrous scent, it brought back memories.

Ones that he tried to forget.

He got up from his lying position and threw his feet over the edge of the bed. His feet dangling as it barely touched the ground. He tried to breathe but the air was thick with blood. It made him wonder how such a clean and tidy room had such a strong scent. ‘I have to get out.’ There was no arguments there he needed to escape; he needed to get away from this place and the nightmare he found himself in.

But the question was how?

He searched the room for anything that he could use as a weapon in the off chance that someone came through that door. He’d use it as a weapon to fight his way out or die trying. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted a metal fold up chair. It didn’t seem heavy and he was sure he could probably swing it around. Without wasting another second he rushed for the chair.

A stray thought entered his mind and he entertained it for a second before his thoughts drifted to one that was more important.

Where exactly was he?

With the metal chair in his grasp he walked over to the only window in the room. It was small, closed and allowed little ventilation to the room but at the same time it offered a perfect view of the outside. From what Kanda could tell he was on the second floor, which was perfect for him. This meant that if he managed to escape this room he might be able to reach the front or back door thanks to the close proximity of where he was to it. Given that he didn’t run into any problems on the way.

“Bought or not, I’m no one’s pet,” Kanda growled in a low hiss. “I refuse to let that bastard control me.”

He stood before the door with the metal chair in his hands, waiting. It would have been easier if he could just pick the lock but as it turned out the stupid door lacked a knob – it seemed that it can only be opened from the outside. At that thought his mind wondered to the voice he heard in the limo, he was the person who had thought him how to pick a lock. It was no doubt Lavi Bookman, that senior who he had met when he first started high school, but why would he be in cahoots with a shady guy such as Allen Walker? That didn’t make sense, or rather it did but he just didn’t want to believe that a carefree and cheerful guy like Lavi would be working for that devil incarnate.

‘Maybe he was blackmailed?’ he thought. ‘But that didn’t seem like the case…’

He never got a chance to think more on the topic as the door creaked indicating that it was being opened. With the chair in his hands he got ready to rush the person that would appear behind the door. He saw a leg covered in white and dashed forward.

Bang.

He yelped in pain as something hot and hard forced its way through his shin. The pain was too much to bear and he collapsed to the ground holding his aching left leg, and the metal chair lay forgotten. From what he could tell the bullet had passed right through, embedding itself in the ground.

“Nuh huh uh,” Allen’s amused voice purred; he spun his gun around his index finger. “No trying to escape, Kanda.”

Kanda growled at him but the pain in his leg made the sound a bit weaker than he would have liked. He tried to stop his blood from rushing out freely by applying pressure to it with his hands. Allen spun his gun around once more, then pocketed it.

“You were asleep for such a long time,” Allen continued as he walked towards Kanda. “I was so lonely waiting for you to wake up.” He stooped down, his face right before the raven’s. “Now that you’re awake we can have our fun.”

Kanda spat in his face.

“Heh, feisty.” Allen stood up and without warning he stepped down on Kanda’s wounded leg. A smile graced his lips when Kanda let out a pain filled gasp. “Looks like you’re begging me to punish you.” He wiped the saliva from his face with the back of his hand.

“Go… to hell…” Kanda panted.

An unnatural smile crossed Allen’s face and he stooped down again this time taking Kanda’s lithe neck into his hand.

“I’ve already been there, and it’s quite nice, thank you.” He replied before pushing Kanda’s head back with a force so strong that he felt as if his skull cracked. His mind lingered in and out of consciousness and he vaguely felt a whisper of hot breath ghosting over his lips. “Hope to see you there.”

Kanda blacked out.

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This time waking up brought with it more pain than before. He could feel the gaping hole in his shin thanks to the bullet Allen shot. It was even more uncomfortable and though he was on the bed it felt itchy against his bare skin. His eyes shot open. ‘Bare skin?’ He tried to move his arms and legs but found it futile he was tied to the bed, and by the feeling of the cold metal against his skin he’d say he was bound with chains.

‘I’m naked and restrained? Shit, how long was I out for?’ His mind was a mess of anxiety and horror with no sense of relief. More than ever he felt trapped and this time without a way to escape. He tried to look around the room but found it hard as all the lights were out. The only things that kept the room lit were the bunch of candles that surrounded the bed. They were vanilla scented that at least seemed to mask the thick stench of blood.

“My little pet you’re finally awake,” Allen’s purring voice caught his attention and his body froze when he saw that Allen was before him shirtless. His left hand seemed to be wrapped completely in white bandages.

Kanda willed his body to calm down but it did him no good, he was shivering whether from fear or from seeing his tormentor shirtless, he didn’t know. He refused to acknowledge that the feeling he felt was fear or maybe anxiety at what would happen to him but he couldn’t help that his eyes were eating up the figure of that well-toned body before him. Allen chuckles brought him back to reality and he silently cursed himself at his blunder.

“Like what you see, eh, Kanda?” Allen asked as he made his way to the bed Kanda laid chained to. “I must say I’m enjoying the view as well.” His eyes devouring Kanda’s naked form, which was spread wide just for his viewing pleasure. “You’re perfect; no wounds or scars.” He smiled as he popped a switchblade out of his pants pocket. “I’m going to enjoy carving your body up.”

The look in his eyes became feral and Kanda wondered briefly just how he became like that, but that soon drowned and replaced by the growing panic at having Allen gradually getting closer to him. ‘This is bad… I can’t get way…!’ He struggled harder against his bonds. ‘It can’t end like this! I won’t let him take me.’ When he felt the bed dip – indicating that someone had settled somewhere on it – he freaked, thrashing and pulling against his binds, even though they were futile. A sharp pain to his exposed abdomen caused him to wince and he paused in thrashing about.

“Kanda, are you the type that enjoys sex with pain?” Allen asked in an innocent tone. He raised his blood covered knife to his face, watching the red substance drip off slowly. “I’ll tell you something interesting.” He brought his lips closer to Kanda’s right ear, licking around the shell. “I’m actually a sadist.”

Kanda scoffed. ‘Like that’s something new.’

Allen raised his head to take in Kanda’s expression and was amused when he saw that the look on Kanda’s face that clearly yelled: are you a moron? Anyone with eyes can see that! Though that was not the reaction he was looking for. Usually when he states his obvious fetish to his partners their eyes take in that delicious look of fear that excites him. ‘Human beings are most fun when they are in fear of their lives.’

“So Kanda tell me,” Allen licked his lips. “Sex with pain?”

There was no answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

Before Kanda could protest he felt another wave of pain across his abdomen. The strength of it forced him bite his lips to prevent himself from screaming, though that did not discourage Allen one bit. He carefully carved a straight line from Kanda’s navel to his chest and his eyes sparkled with pleasure at the small wound he created. When he saw the blood that ran free he felt himself harden in anticipation. There was nothing more arousing than watching his lover’s blood spill in such an erotic way. He felt more eager then to wrap himself in the warmth of that body.

He began with light feathery touches along with the shallow scrapes of his knife. The combination was a mix of pleasure and pain in its purest and simplest form. His fingers traced up and down the pale torso lightly and when they brushed against dusky pink nipple he clamped down on it instantly. The hiss that passed Kanda’s lips at the sudden move caused Allen to smile. He pinched the sensitive nub before pulling upward and squeezing it. This process was repeated before the same treatment was given to its twin.

Try as he might Kanda couldn’t help the groan that passed his lips at the torture his nipples endured. He felt a surge of something—perhaps pleasure?—he wasn’t sure, but it was an overwhelming feeling that he’s never felt before. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue to experience that, not with the feel of something sharp cutting along his skin. Even with the little simulation he could feel himself steadily getting hard.

“Ah, look here, you’re getting hard.”

Kanda turned his head in shame. His face burned red as he tried to will the erection away. ‘This is not happening!’

“I’m sure this isn’t enough for you,” Allen purred. “You want more right?”

A throaty moan escaped Kanda at the feel of someone’s hand wrapped around his semi-hard member. The hand stroked him softly at first bringing him to full hardness before it increased in tempo. Kanda could feel pleasure radiate throughout his entire being and he tried his best to ignore it. He refused to let his body enjoy what was being done to him, but that in itself was hard.

His breath became labored and he panted slightly as he tried to clear his mind. The pain became tolerable and the cutting ceased. Allen seemed to be focusing on giving him a hand job rather than cutting him – which was making him relax more. At that an unwanted thought flashed through his mind. Maybe, just maybe he would enjoy being fucked by a man. Anger flared in his veins. ‘No fucking way!’

Without warning he bent his right knee and used it to knock Allen back slightly but not by much, though it made Allen let go of his dick.

“Let… me go… you… sick fucker.” The hatred he felt flared in his voice.

Allen just smiled but that soon morphed into something grotesque. He spun the knife by the keychain that was attached to it and without warning he plunged it into Kanda’s left thigh. The six inch blade disappeared completely in the pale, milky flesh. This time Kanda couldn’t suppress his scream.

“An untrained pet.” Allen’s tone was different from normal. “Hard to handle and tame.” He took another switchblade out of his pocket sending this one in Kanda’s other thigh, pleased at the scream he got. “But no worry,” he took two more switchblades from out of his back pockets. “I’ll shape you to the pet I crave.” He spun both in his hands.

A defiant glare was his answer. This however didn’t go unpunished; Allen brought both blades down embedding them deeply in each of Kanda’s arm. The scream that erupted from Kanda’s mouth was like music to Allen’s ears.

“I’m done with the sappy foreplay.” Allen gripped Kanda’s chin with a force that would leave a bruise. “I can’t wait anymore. I want to fuck you.”

Hearing that made Kanda’s already frantic heart beat increased in speed. He tried to move but the pain in his arms and legs made him want to cry out, it and the chains that bound his wrist and ankles tightly. He couldn’t move, he was in pain, and he was about five seconds away from getting brutally raped. But even though the odds were against him he refused to give up, even if he knew fighting back would be futile he would fight till the end.

He felt the tip of something hot and hard rub against his entrance and before he could even attempt to adjust himself for the impact to come Allen raised his legs and thrust in. Kanda’s back arched in pain and he let out a startled, strangled cry. It felt as if fire was forcing its way through him. It… fucking hurt. He gave another loud cry as Allen went deeper. Tears started to well up in his eyes at the pain.

“Sorry, I don’t want to wait,” Allen was practically purring in his ears. The tightness that surrounded his member was beyond divine. He brought his hips back and thrust forward pleased when he heard another gargled cry from his pet.

Kanda felt like crying; he didn’t want it. It hurt like hell. Even if he could slightly feel the first waves pleasure gnawing at his stomach. It was going to break him that was what it felt like. And Allen had just started. His wounds cried out in protest as he was forced down into the bed leaving him feeling degraded, for lying down on his back with his legs spread wide and fucked as if he was some cheap whore.

“St…op!!” His cries fell on deaf ears.

Allen forced himself in deeper, moving slightly. Kanda’s back pushed against the mattress as he writhed, trying to pull himself away. But it was futile the as the grip on his hips never relented. Allen paused for a minute, and then he shifted pulling back leaving only the tip inside. When he thrust in again Kanda’s whole body tensed, a loud moan escaped his parted lips. Allen had hit something within his body, and it sent an almost overpowering wave of pleasure coursing through him.

“Aah!” he cried, both eyes tightly closed and his teeth clenched for a moment.

Allen smirked. He’d found Kanda’s sweet spot without much trouble. The smirk widened; he was enjoying the little noises that the other was making. They made him even more turned on than he already was. That along with the blood that was rushing free from the wounds he had given the long-haired man.

“I want to hear you more.” He forced his way in again, harder than before hitting the spot for a second time. His thrusts were accurate and he made sure that he hit that sweet spot with every plunge.

“N-no…” Kanda panted. He couldn’t take much more of Allen’s thrusts. His whole body felt battered and he didn’t think he would be able to walk much less move anytime soon. Then he felt a sharp pain burn throughout his midriff and gasped. His tears flowed down his cheeks thicker and swifter. He could feel it; Allen’s dick was slick with his blood.

Allen purred appreciatively when he felt the warm blood on his cock. It was slick and hot and he drove himself deeper just to feel more. He didn’t give a fuck that he had been hard enough to make Kanda bleed, hell he wanted to plunge in harder just to have him bleed more. The hot crimson liquid elevated his own pleasure bringing him closer and closer to that point of no return.

He raised his head from resting on Kanda’s shoulder as he wanted to see the expression that graced his pet’s face and was pleased at what he saw. Kanda’s expression was one of pure pleasure with a mix of pain and it roused the beast within him. He leaned down and nipped at Kanda’s chest and settled for one of his nipples, sucking and biting down on the redden nub. Kanda’s back arched in pleasure and pain, a moan on his lips. The same treatment was given to his other nipple, albeit a bit harsher before he lapped along his chest, licking the blood and preparation present.

The knives that entrenched itself in his arms and legs ached and burned as much at the pain below his waist. His blood colored the white sheet in a pool of red and his pale complexion became paler due to the lack of blood. It was a miracle that he wasn’t passed out yet but that was what he craved for. He wanted his torment to end and he’d be willing just to sink into the blissful darkened world of unconsciousness.

He no longer could tell if he was moaning or screaming in pleasure or pain, both were mixed and intertwined, there was no way to tell them apart. ‘End… this. Just finish already.’ He wanted it to stop; his body was beyond battered and bruised and it was too much to bear. Another groan passed his now chapped lips. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. It was too much, but the bastard didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon. He just kept going, but he had to reach climax some time, didn’t he?

“You’re… perfect,” Allen moaned as his thrust became more frantic and rushed. He could feel that he was close. Shit. He didn’t want to release yet. The pleasure was still in its high and pure form, he didn’t want to let got of it yet.

“Hu…rts… It…hur…ts…” Kanda wasn’t sure if his body – which was taking Allen’s cock deeper – was agreeing with his lips. He bucked and his body spasmed as Allen reached him even deeper. “N…no…. st-st…op.”

His prostate took another head on hit and he exploded. Thick, creamy come streamed out mixing with the crimson blood on his stomach. Allen gave a few final thrusts then forced himself as deep as he could go and released. He gripped Kanda’s nipples harshly and bit down viciously on his right shoulder drawing blood as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm. They lay motionless for a while and their heavy pants echoed in the room.

Allen pulled out but Kanda couldn’t tell if he felt it. With the pleasure gone his body was ram-shackled by the intense pain. He was numb.

“I enjoyed myself,” he murmured against Kanda’s lips. “When you’re all healed up – granted you don’t die – let us indulge ourselves in pleasure once more.”

Kanda felt himself sinking deeper into unconsciousness and this time he allowed himself to, hoping that when he woke up if was just a horrible nightmare.

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A/N: Once again sorry for this being really really late than my usual update (my computer is finally fixed!) I do hope ya’ll enjoyed it. Well the yaoi was a bit rushed as – believe it or not – I wrote it a while ago…hehe I really wanted to post this by today or Saturday so I was kinda rushing…Sorry if the sex wasn’t really played out…ah now what shall be Kanda’s fate? Tune in next time to find out. Don’t forget to tell me what you think!!!

Next Chapter: The Devil’s Lair

Ja na!

Kaos