Playtime

I wrote this for the DGM Kink Meme and decided to publish it here as well. This was my first time writing smut so tread carefully. Otherwise, hope you enjoy.

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Allen mumbled under his breath as he made his way down the quiet halls of the Black Order.

“Why me?” he complained, “Why didn’t Lavi come?”

As his destination came in sight, he frowned at the raised voices he heard coming from within.

“I’m NOT going!”

“Kanda, we’ve been over this. It’s just for one night. Everyone’s going to be there and they’re ALL going to be dressed up. Besides, you… you look fine.”

“I LOOK LIKE A WHORE!”

“Kanda…”

His interest peaked, Allen made his way over to the door that led to Kanda’s room and opened it. Upon the sight that greeted him, any other person would have done one of several things: a) pass out, b) gape or c) point and laugh before running for their life, but seeing as Allen’s teacher had been none other than Cross Marian, Allen simply crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Standing before him was Linalee and Kanda. Linalee was dressed in a gorgeous wedding gown (oh, Komui was going to flip), her hair done up in beautiful curls that were held up by large, white lilies, a lacy white veil cascading down her back. She was quite the sight to behold. Kanda, on the other hand…

“Looking good, Kanda.”

Allen allowed his smirk to widen as the Japanese exorcist’s face flushed ever so slightly.

“Why you…”

Kanda turned as if to attack Allen but was stopped short when Linalee firmly grabbed Kanda’s wrist to stop him. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Linalee sent Kanda a stern look before glaring pointedly at Allen.

“No fighting. Komui-nii-san will kill the both of you if EITHER of your costumes are ruined because you both decide to be idiots.”

Allen simply shrugged as he eyed Kanda before smiling sweetly at Linalee.

“I didn’t come here to fight, Linalee. Your brother was just wondering where the two of you were and sent me up here to investigate.”

Linalee blinked a few times confused before her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my GOD! I forgot all about the time! It just took so long to get Kanda even INTO this thing…”

At that comment, Kanda scowled, glaring at Linalee, who returned the glare full force. Realizing how childish a glaring contest was, Linalee rolled her eyes and brought a hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“…and with all the trouble of getting Kanda dressed, I completely forgot to bring up the little hair piece that nii-san insisted went with the outfit.”

Allen raised an eyebrow at Linalee at that comment before hiding his face behind his hand to stifle a chuckle.

“The party just started, Linalee. There’s no rush. Why don’t you go get the last part of Kanda’s costume? I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t run off.”

If looks could kill, Linalee knew that Allen would be dead for sure with the intensity of the glare that Kanda was sending his way. She looked from Allen to Kanda with uncertainty, not knowing if it would be wise to leave the two of them alone. For all she knew, she would end up coming back to the two of them dead. Realizing that it was pretty late already, Linalee just closed her eyes and sighed.

“Ok, Allen. I’ll be back. But you two behave yourselves, got it?”

“We’ll be fine, Linalee. The only one of us you have to worry about it Kanda, but I’ll keep him in line.”

Linalee let out a resigned sigh, shaking her head. She could basically feel the rage rolling off of Kanda in waves as she made her way over to the door. She just hoped when she came back her two friends would be where she left them.

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The minute Linalee had left the room, Allen’s innocent smile turned back into a smirk as he eyed Kanda. Obviously not liking the attention, the Japanese exorcist’s eyes narrowed and he frowned in a manner that would have been considered a scowl if it weren’t for the pink hue that graced his cheeks.

“What are you staring at, bean sprout?”

Allen’s smirk widened as he chuckled, shaking his head, only causing Kanda’s frown to deepen. It only took three strides and Allen was suddenly across the room, staring straight into Kanda’s eyes, the mischief dancing in them as plain as day.

“I thought that would be obvious, Kanda.”

Shocked by Allen’s sudden movement and the invasion of his personal space, Kanda’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing. He went to pull back to give himself enough space to hit the younger exorcist but was shocked to suddenly find both his wrists grabbed then pinned above his head. Kanda couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he had ended up in this position. He struggled against Allen as he cursed under his breath, not realizing that he had unconsciously taken a step back when Allen had advanced on him.

“What the hell, bean sprout!”

“It’s Allen, Kanda.”

“I know what your name is, you stupid…what the…!”

Allen simply smiled sweetly at Kanda as he produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly slapped them around Kanda’s wrists. Before Kanda could even blink, Allen pulled the sword from its sheath and ran it right through the large links that held the handcuffs together, effectively keeping Kanda’s arms pinned above his head. Cursing even more, Kanda yanked and pulled at the cuffs, trying to get some leeway before glaring daggers at the white-haired exorcist in front of him.

“Let me go, you bastard. Now.”

“Tsk, tsk, Kanda. Is that any way for a lady to talk? Considering I’m the one dressed up as the pirate, shouldn’t I be the one using dirty language?”

“Why you…”

Allen couldn’t help but chuckle yet again at how easy it had been to capture Kanda. Tilting his head to the side, he let his smile turn into a mock pout as he gazed at Kanda with a confused expression.

“It was obvious that Linalee was supposed to be a bride. I’m obviously a pirate. Everyone else that I saw down at the party was dressed in outfits that didn’t have me guessing. But your outfit, Kanda…”

Kanda merely glared as he continued to pull on his restraints, but his movement came to complete halt when Allen placed his right hand on his waist while the other played with the edge of his skirt.

“W-what are you…?”

“I can see why this would have taken Linalee so long to get on you. All these laces…it looks like you’re wearing a very elaborate corset that has a very short skirt attached. The petticoats are a very nice touch, though.”

Kanda could feel his cheeks begin to heat up. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t help the small hitch in his breathing as Allen’s left hand began to fluff his petticoats. Kanda suddenly let out a quiet gasp when he felt the hand move to his thigh, fingers running up the belt that held his lacy thigh-highs in place.

Allen, for his part, was enjoying the reactions he was getting from the normally stoic Japanese boy. It was definitely a sight to behold when he opened the door to Kanda’s room to see him dressed as he was: hair down, spilling over naked shoulders; a lacy collar around a pale neck; the bodice of the white dress looking more like a corset than a bodice; small, lacy attachments that draped over the upper arms as if to represent sleeves; a short, white skirt with several layers of petticoats that showed off long legs, which were covered in lacy thigh-high tights; finished off with Mary Jane’s. But to top it off, Kanda seemed to be enjoying this more than he was willing to admit, the blush staining his cheeks and his increased breathing evidence of that. Wanting to extend the little game he had started, Allen smiled innocently at Kanda.

“But as cute as your costume is, Kanda, I still can’t seem to figure out what you’re supposed to be.”

Kanda opened his eyes to glare at Allen as he tried to control his breathing and force his body to calm. He pulled again at the handcuffs, thinking of all the different ways he would torture Komui for making this god-forsaken outfit, Linalee for leaving him here alone with the stupid bean sprout, and the stupid bean sprout for humiliating him like this.

“Let. Me. Go. NOW!”

Allen merely blinked innocently at Kanda before smiling broadly.

“I can’t do that, Kanda. I don’t want you running off before Linalee gets back with the rest of your costume. Besides…”

Kanda couldn’t help but cry out and arch up into Allen’s hand when the fingers that had been lazily running up and down his thigh suddenly reached up under his skirt and took a firm but gentle hold of his half-hard length through the lacy undergarment he was forced to wear. Letting out several curses under his breath, Kanda turned his head to the side, hoping to avoid any more humiliation…only to feel breath ghost down his neck, causing him to let out a strangled moan, the chains of the handcuffs clinking softly as he strained against them.

“…you seem to be enjoying this way too much for me to let you go.”

Trying his best to glare, Kanda turned his head to retort only to find lips suddenly pressed against his own. Allen took advantage of the short pause in the Japanese boy’s shock to gently probe at Kanda’s lips until he was granted passage. A battle for dominance between the two began and just as Kanda was contemplating biting the intruding tongue, Allen started to stroke Kanda’s budding erection, his free hand running up and down Kanda’s side before trailing up to the back of his neck, leaving Kanda no way of escaping the kiss.

As soon as Allen began stroking him, all thoughts of pushing Allen away fled. Distantly, Kanda could hear muffled gasps and moans, but it wasn’t until Allen pulled away from the kiss to breathe that he realized he was the one making those noises. Heat spread across his cheeks, adding even more to the blush that graced them as he tried in vain to glare at the smirking face before him. Kanda wanted nothing more than to rip free of his bindings and kill the smirking bastard before him but his body wouldn’t listen…not when that damn talented hand continued to work over him, making him writhe, gasp and moan like a whore.

Suddenly the hand was gone and Kanda couldn’t help the whimper of disappointment that escaped his lips. Shame caused the blush across his cheeks to deepen as he immediately turned his head away from that intense gaze once more. Time seemed to drag on forever, the only things audible to him being his own labored breathing and the frantic beating of his heart.

It was only when he heard a soft chuckle that he turned back to glare at the younger exorcist.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Kanda. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you…unfulfilled.”

Kanda merely glared, eyes narrowing slightly at the smirk that graced Allen’s lips. Just as he was about to respond, Allen dropped to his knees before Kanda. Kanda couldn’t help but blink, eyes wide.

“W-what…”

Allen merely smiled coyly up at Kanda before taking Kanda’s fully erect member into his hand once more, stroking the throbbing shaft through the lacy undergarment that could now barely contain it. The Japanese boy moaned quietly, his eyes fluttering closed as his head fell back against the wall with a dull thud. Allen allowed a smirk to grace his lips before he pulled the lace panties down, and before Kanda could even voice a complaint, Allen let his tongue slide over the tip of the dripping length, his hand still pumping up and down the hard flesh.

“Aaah!”

Allen’s smirk widened as he looked up at Kanda to see the wanton look that covered the normally emotionless exorcist’s face, the blue-black hair that would usually be tied up in a high, tight ponytail free and sticking to sweat-covered skin. Kanda was still weakly pulling at the bonds that held his arms above his head, but Allen didn’t know if he wanted to kill him…or if he wanted to do something else entirely.

Wanting to move on to the next part of their little game, Allen took a hold of Kanda’s left leg, lifting it and hooking it over his shoulder, almost surprised at the lack of resistance he received. He pushed the skirt and petticoats up and out of the way before leaning down and gently suckling the tip of Kanda’s hard shaft, making the Japanese exorcist moan wantonly, thrusting his hips up as if to get more of that sinful touch. Without warning, Allen deep-throated Kanda, eliciting a sharp cry from the Japanese exorcist.

Any protest that Kanda tried to make died on his tongue as soon as that warm, wet heat enveloped him. Tied up as he was, he could do nothing more than moan and arch up into that skilled mouth. So lost in the sensations assaulting his body, Kanda didn’t even notice when something started to prod teasingly at his entrance. It was only when something slick pushed past the tight ring of muscle that Kanda’s eyes flew open, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Trying to regain control of his breathing, Kanda lowered his weak attempt of a glare at the head bobbing in front of him.

“W-wha…ah…what the hell… d-do…ah…you….”

Allen eyes twinkled mischievously up at Kanda’s inability to form a coherent sentence. Instead of answering what he knew the Japanese boy meant to ask, he deep-throated Kanda yet again, humming as he sucked particularly hard on the throbbing erection in his mouth. This elicited yet another cry from the older exorcist and Allen took the distraction as an opportunity to add another finger, scissoring them to make room for what was to come. Swirling his tongue around the thick flesh before swallowing it once again, Allen curled his fingers, looking for that spot that would drive Kanda crazy with need.

“A…AAAH!”

Adding a third finger, Allen smirked inwardly as he nudged that spot yet again, causing Kanda to let out a muffled scream, his body almost convulsing in pleasure, evidence of Kanda’s enjoyment leaking out of his painfully erect shaft and onto Allen’s tongue. Deciding to pick up the pace, Allen began sucking Kanda’s erection in time with his thrusts, hitting that spot every time.

It was all too much for Kanda. Allen’s talented mouth and tongue moving over his heated flesh, the long fingers thrusting into him, hitting something inside him every time that had him seeing stars. Higher and higher he flew until something inside of him broke. He screamed as his orgasm hit him, his back arching off the wall in an almost painful manner. Completely spent, Kanda collapsed against the wall, and if it weren’t for the handcuffs that held his now-aching arms above his head, he knew he would have fallen to the floor in an undignified heap.

Allen smirked as he licked up the remaining proof of Kanda’s orgasm. The Japanese boy hung in his bindings, completely spent. His breathing erratic, his face flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin and making his costume and hair stick to him. Allen’s smirk widened as Kanda finally came around, attempting to glare down at him but failing miserably. Licking his lips to get the last of the cum that he had missed, Allen locked his gaze with Kanda’s.

“You’re delicious, Kanda.”

Kanda could feel the heat rush to his already flushed cheeks at Allen’s comment. Realizing he was still in this ridiculous get-up and still handcuffed to the wall, he pulled at his restraints. Closing his eyes, he did his best to steady his breathing before glaring down at Allen.

“Let me go, you stupid bean sprout.”

Allen blinked up at Kanda innocently before smiling sweetly.

“Kanda, don’t be so selfish. You got to have your fun, but I haven’t had mine yet.”

Kanda’s body jerked, a gasp escaping his lips as Allen gently but firmly grasped his half-hard cock, still sensitive from the intense orgasm he just experienced. Eyes wide in shock, he looked incredulously at the boy before him as he renewed his efforts to break free from the handcuffs, bringing his right leg up as if to kick Allen away.

“S-stop messing with me, bean sprout and Let. Me. GO!”

Allen smirked as he caught Kanda’s leg and hooking his arm under it, stood up, causing Kanda to groan in pain as all his weight now shifted to his wrists. To make up for it, Kanda found himself grabbing the chain that held the cuffs together as he tried to alleviate some of the weight digging into his already bruised wrists. He was too caught up in the sudden pain that shot through his wrists and down his arms that it wasn’t until he felt warm breath on his ear that he realized that Allen was now practically flush up against him, one of his legs up on Allen’s shoulder; the other pushed up so that his knee was practically resting on the wall next to his head.

“My, my, Kanda, I never realized you were so flexible.”

Kanda bristled at the comment, heat rushing to his cheeks, making his blush even more pronounced. Pulling again on the cuffs that were now only part of what was holding him in place, Kanda tried his best to steady his breathing and concentrate on anything but what was happening…something that, to his horror, was getting more and more difficult to do. His orgasm had drained him much more than he had expected and to top it off, every single one of his senses seemed to be over-sensitized. The more he tried not to think about the way Allen’s fingers gently teased his hardening flesh, the way the lace of the petticoats brushed against the sensitive skin of his thighs, the way the bodice of the dress (if it could even be called that) felt way too tight and left him breathless, the way his long hair kept tickling his face, neck and shoulders, the more it began to overwhelm him. Every touch, every sensation seemed to be burning him. He cursed quietly under his breath as he started to feel the sting of tears at the corner of his eyes. Angry and ashamed but not wanting to see the look of triumph on the younger exorcist’s face for getting the great Kanda Yu into such a position, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall.

“G-go to hell, bean sprout.”

Noticing the moisture starting to gather at the corners of Kanda’s eyes, Allen leaned in and kissed the tears away before slowly kissing down Kanda’s face. He couldn’t help the smirk that graced his features as the Japanese exorcist leaned his head back, giving Allen better access to the pale throat now presented to him. Not one to let such an opportunity slide by him, the younger exorcist started to kiss and nip down the slender neck, the fingers that had been ghosting over Kanda’s hardening length becoming bolder in their ministrations. A particularly sharp bite had the older exorcist crying out and arching up as if begging for more, causing a quiet chuckle to echo through the room.

“If I’m going to hell, Kanda, I’m taking you with me.”

Kanda turned his head to retort only to find his lips once again captured by Allen’s, the hand that was previously teasing the pulsing flesh between his legs taking a firm hold and fisting the hardened erection in an almost painful manner. Pleasure racing through his veins, Kanda couldn’t help the wanton moan that slipped past his lips, granting the tongue probing at his lips entrance. Unlike the first kiss, however, there was no battle for dominance. The dull pain in his aching limbs combined with the white-hot pleasure that everything the younger exorcist was doing to him was too much. Gasping and moaning into that talented mouth, the Japanese exorcist found himself kissing back and arching up into the agonizingly pleasurable touch as much as his position would allow.

Feeling the older exorcist kiss back, Allen couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped as he continued to plunder the more-than-willing mouth presented to him. But as enjoyable as this was, the white-haired boy could tell by the way Kanda’s arousal twitched in his hand that the Japanese boy wouldn’t last much longer. Knowing this would probably be one of the only times he would be able to get the Japanese boy into such a position, Allen wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. He slowed his ministrations down, reverting back to the feather-light touches that had Kanda groaning into the kiss in disappointment, his hips arching up as if to encourage the younger exorcist to go faster. Pulling back, Allen allowed a small smirk to grace his features when he felt the older exorcist follow him, not allowing the kiss to break until the bindings holding Kanda in place prevented him from reaching.

“Eager, are we?”

Fighting the urge to blush even more, Kanda tried his best to glare down at the white-haired exorcist.

“Dammit, bean sprout. You started this. You damn better well finish it.”

Smirk widening as he looked into Kanda’s half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, Allen leaned against the Japanese boy so their bodies were flush up against one another, Allen’s clothed arousal rubbing teasingly against the older exorcist’s entrance in such a way that had Kanda groaning, eyes falling shut as his head once again fell back against the wall. Leaning in, Allen took an earlobe into his mouth, worrying the soft flesh between his teeth before breathing softly against the wet skin.

“Still trying to pretend like you’re in control, aren’t you.”

Fighting the moan that was trying to make its way out of his throat, Kanda shot a glare at the white-haired boy. He opened his mouth to retort only to cry out in shock and distress when he felt something clamp around the base of his painfully erect shaft.

“W-what the hell…?”

“You’ve gotten your enjoyment once already, Kanda. Only fair that I get to have some of my own before you get seconds.”

Before the Japanese exorcist could even respond, Allen slammed into him in one sharp thrust. Not expecting the sudden intrusion, Kanda couldn’t help the scream the erupted from his lips as his back arched so that his head hit the wall. But the dull ache at the back of his skull was lost as the younger exorcist started to pound into him. Gasping as he tried to adjust to the brutal pace, Kanda moaned as he arched up into the hand that once again started to fist his ringed cock, the pain in his ass just adding to the pleasure racing through him.

Allen gritted his teeth as he continued to thrust in and out of that incredibly tight heat, doing his best to keep his eyes locked on Kanda’s face. Without slowing down, the white-haired exorcist started changing the directions of his thrusts, searching, searching…

“AAH!”

Maintaining his brutal pace, Allen aimed for that spot that would have Kanda crying out for more as he leaned in to suck on the bite mark on the Japanese boy’s neck that he had made not moments before. He looked up at the flushed face, watching as the older exorcist tossed his head from side to side, the pleasure from the talented hand fisting his cock as well as the hard, pulsing flesh hitting his prostate with every other thrust driving him mad with need. Smirking against the sweat-covered skin at the cries, moans and whimpers that were now flowing from the Japanese boy’s lips, Allen trailed breathless kisses up Kanda’s neck to the side of his face before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of an earlobe hard enough to draw blood.

“Enjoying yourself, Kanda?”

Distantly, Kanda could hear words being spoken to him but the moment he had been impaled on that engorged cock, all conscious thought had flown out the window. The pain had been intense, albeit lessened by the preparation he had received earlier. Yet even so, the pain had only made him harder, his ringed cock leaking pearly pre-cum in a steady stream. Then that cursed hand started stroking him once again, increasing the fire that was already burning in his veins to almost an unbearable level. And as if that was not enough, Allen changed the angle of his thrust so he hit that spot that had Kanda seeing stars over and over again.

Kanda felt as if he could explode any minute, but the pressure around the base of his painfully hard shaft prevented him from reaching his much needed release. Tears stinging his eyes, the Japanese exorcist did his best to steady his voice as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“B-bean sprout…”

“Yes, Kanda?”

“L-let me…ngh.. let me come…”

Allen chuckled breathlessly as he continued his assault on Kanda’s ass, never ceasing his ministrations on the throbbing flesh in his hand.

“Have you not learned yet, Yu? I am the one in control here, and until you learn that, you’re not going to be allowed seconds.”

At saying Kanda’s name, Allen thrust particularly hard, causing the Japanese exorcist to cry out once more. Leaning in, Allen licked the shell of Kanda’s ear before whispering.

“Beg for me and I’ll let you come.”

Eyes widened in shock before narrowing in anger as Kanda turned to glare at the younger exorcist before him. But before the Japanese boy could retort, Allen thrust in yet again, the hand fisting his ringed cock getting even bolder in its actions. Throwing his head back, Kanda cried out, his eyes closed tight as a single tear fell.

“N-no…”

“No? Well…then shall we stop?”

Kanda’s brow knitted in frustration as yet another tear fell down his flushed cheeks. His pride would never allow him to beg for anything, let alone something that Allen Walker would give him. And yet the idea of just stopping made a part of the Japanese exorcist feel something he never thought he would ever feel in his lifetime: fear. A small voice that had been building ever since this whole thing started was getting stronger, telling him to let go, to give in to the pleasure, to the pain, that was being given to him, to beg. His lust finally winning over his pride, Kanda groaned, his voice breaking as he spoke.

“N-no…p-please…”

“Please what, Kanda?”

“D-dammit, bean sprout!”

“That’s not my name, Kanda.”

“Aaah! P-please…ngh…ah…A-allen…”

Allen leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Kanda’s lips, smiling ever so softly.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Kanda opened his mouth to retort only to cry out as the pressure from the base of his painfully hard erection disappeared and Allen’s thrust increased in speed and force. Unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure, the pain, rushing through him, Kanda arched into each thrust, each stroke, as moans and whimpers came pouring out of his lips.

From the Japanese boy’s reactions, Allen knew that Kanda wouldn’t last much longer. Continuing his punishing pace, the younger exorcist leaned forward and crushed his lips against Kanda’s. Just as he did so, Kanda screamed into the kiss, arching up into Allen’s waiting hand as his seed spilled between their two bodies, covering Allen’s hand as well as the petticoats of Kanda’s costume. Feeling Kanda’s walls tighten around him, Allen was soon to follow, coating the Japanese boy’s ass with his own cum.

The two exorcists pulled apart from the kiss, flushed and breathless. Wordlessly, Allen gently pulled out of Kanda, lowering his legs to the ground before reaching up and undoing the cuffs that held the Japanese exorcist to the wall. Expecting a physical attack, Allen made to step away from Kanda as soon as his arms came down only to step forward to stop the older boy from falling to the ground in an undignified heap. Chuckling at the way Kanda glared up at him despite holding onto him for support, Allen simply smirked.

“I figured it out, Kanda”

“Figured what out, bean sprout?”

“What you’re supposed to be.”

Eyes narrowed as Kanda weakly tried to pull away from Allen, not sure if he should dignify that comment with a response. Allen, for his part, just allowed his smirk to widen as he leaned in to whisper in Kanda’s ear, tightening his hold around Kanda’s slender waist.

“But you know…even if you ARE supposed to be a whore, I don’t think I’m willing to share you with anyone else.”

“Go to hell, bean sprout.”

Allen sighed before leaning in and kissing Kanda soundly on the mouth. Pulling away slightly, the younger exorcist smiled before whispering against the kiss-bruised lips.

“I told you, Kanda. If I’m going to hell, then I’m taking you with me.”