Fic: Running Blood
Pairing: Tyki Mikk / Kanda Yuu
Warning: NC-17. Explicit, in other words. And non-con, after a fashion.
Background info: This was written as a valiant but hesitant attempt to answer a request for PWP. But somehow it ended up being a rather long fic, complete with plot and angst and the smex, of course
A personal online friend and reader convinced me to come out and post it, even though I have serious problems regarding the notion of myself writing these...err....scenes? How hyprocrital can you get, hm?
Summary:
Kanda's silver-gray eyes strained to remain fixed on the figure leaning over him, at the time his instincts kept screaming at him one word, one word above the chaos engulfing his thoughts and senses: "Captured. Captured. Captured" Tyki Mikk's countenance gained another smudge of clarity, as he grazed soft smiling lips over the Japanese’s forehead and eyebrows.
“Running Blood”
The world had turned into a tangled myriad of colors and sounds and blinding lights. Nothing made sense, and still, Kanda felt himself incredibly aware of his surroundings.
To the point of psychosis, even.
There was a light -no, maybe a thousand points of light- blinding him from his right side, and a constant movement of something blue and purple and black kept catching his attention every five seconds or so.
He was lying on something soft and smooth and cool. Like petals and silk, and it felt liquid like blood losing warmth, but still running.
A voice with a tilting tone was murmuring something right on his left ear, but the words slurred together, and he was not able to decipher what was being told.
But it was a man's voice.
Deep and clever and sultry and just a little bit on the side of patronizing.
“Ty...”
“Ty....k......”
Kanda attempted to speak out, the name of Tyki Mikk coming to his severely confused mind all of a sudden.
“Glad.....decided......join me.....Exorcist”
Kanda's silver-gray eyes strained to remain fixed on the figure leaning over him, at the time his instincts kept screaming at him one word, one word above the chaos engulfing his thoughts and senses:
Captured. Captured. Captured.
Tyki Mikk's countenance gained another smudge of clarity, as he grazed soft smiling lips over the Japanese’s forehead and eyebrows.
“Glad you decided to join me at last, Exorcist. I wouldn't have wanted to start this little game without you”
****
The Noah smiled down at his captive, eyes shining in amusement and no little anticipation.
He had had glimpses of this exorcist boy before. He was a constant in battles, and almost as constant in fighting beside Allen Walker.
Tyki had been curious over the Walker boy for days without end, at discovering that the white-haired exorcist had survived their little encounter. But then Rhode had come into play, and well, she had all but monopolized “Allen-kun”. Then came the Earl himself and his growing attention over the young exorcist, and half the fun had flown out the window for Tyki, since now everyone kept tabs on the boy, and over his future and his fate and his innocence hand and his eye.
Tyki was famous for losing interest quickly anyway, when his toys had to be shared.
But then, almost without meaning it, almost by mere chance, he had caught sight of the Japanese exorcist, and Tyki had started pondering.
A Japanese exorcist, huh? But Japan itself was free land of the Earl and the same Noahs. When had the Black Order recruited that man....err....young man? Surely it had not happened recently, not under their own noses. It had had to happen several years before.
So, a Japanese exorcist recruited from a young age. Maybe recruited at a younger age than Allen Walker, yes?
Tyki had sat for several hours after some random fight, in his mind replaying previous battles. The Japanese exorcist was hard to miss, what with the long black hair, the piercing eyes, the deadly sword and that sour and cold attitude, noticeable whenever he barked at his own companions, and glared at the world in general.
And then, the Ark destruction had come to happen, and with it, the death of Skin Bolic. Tyki had cried confused tears, not understanding exactly why he was crying, but doing it nonetheless. Rhode had pointed out, back then, in that sing-song voice of hers, that it had been “that black-haired exorcist” the one to kill their fellow Noah. But how very strange, since Skin had clearly killed the boy at least twice already. How come these exorcists were so hard to eliminate, anyway? They were some kind of plague, surely......
Afterwards, Tyki had asked around about that particular enemy, and this was proof enough that his curiosity had been aroused. From then on, he had paid extra attention to every battle where a dark haired figure appeared. He had paid extra attention to the cold eyes, and to the graceful dance of death the boy performed with his swords.
He had paid extra attention to the white, smooth, oh so perfect skin the young exorcist didn't care to hide whenever his coat and undershirt came undone -torn in ribbons- during the battles. And caught sight of the odd symbol carved into the left side of the teen's chest. But apart from that mysterious om, there was not a trace of anything on the exorcist's body.
Someone had to put a mark over that expanse of pale flesh, Tyki had decided. How very rude of them, the Noah, to let one of their dear enemies walk around without claim.
****
Tyki traced a gloved finger over high cheekbones, taking his time in dragging the digit down over closed lips, and down down over the skin of the graceful neck, reaching the exposed collarbones.
“I trust now you have more of a presence of mind, yes? Of course you must feel pretty disoriented still, and a little weakened....” -Tyki didn't stop smiling- “And a little vulnerable....”
Kanda blinked once, twice, and slowly a third time. The words seemed slow and distant, but he was able to catch their meaning, this time. It had been difficult though, since that finger dancing over his skin was attracting all his sensory attention.
His mind kept giving his limbs weak commands of moving, but he could not stir at all.
The hell was happening to him? The hell this Noah had done? The Noah.....
“Ty...Tyki Mikk.....bastard....”
He managed to whisper the words, but even his voice felt alien and out of his control. His efforts were rewarded with a laugh from his enemy, as the Noah sat back on his haunches and let out a low chuckle.
“As far as introductions go, that one is good enough, I'd say” -the Noah gazed down at the immobile teen- “So you know who I am, which is good. Mind if you tell your name, exorcist?”
Kanda saw the man through a fog, flowing in and out of focus every couple of minutes. He distantly wondered why in the seven circles of hell the asshole was practically sitting over him, and why the fuck he was asking for a name.
“Fu....fuc.....ugh!” -the Japanese teen tried to speak, but a wave of something fire-hot and powerful burning his wrists suddenly overpowered his senses and his attention. It was like an infusion of blood being injected through some place on his wrists, poisonous and yet enticing, capable of stealing his breath and making his body temperature raise.
“Fuck you, was it?” -Tyki's voice sounded right beside his ear again, and the feeling of a body stretching over him consumed Kanda's overloaded awareness- “I believe I asked for a name, not for an invitation, Exorcist. But no matter, I can be a gentleman and comply with that”
Kanda's pulse jolted into an upbeat tempo as he felt a warm tongue trailing over the shell of his ear, and then traveling over his cheek and lips and jaw line.
He had to get out this, and fast. He had to throw that bastard off him, punch him, kick him, slice him with Mugen....
But Kanda could not move at all. He could barely move his head to the side. He knew there was something holding him down, he felt a pressure at the base of his outstretched hands. In that same place where the hot infusion of whatever it was seemed to be entering his body.
“Confused, Exorcist?” -the Noah's voice had a husky yet playful air to it- “I wish you could see yourself right now, lying on my bed, sans coat and sans shirt, with your arms stretched beside your head, and your wrists slit open” - Tyki moved so his lips grazed over Kanda's unresponsive ones, their eyes meeting head on- “Or at least, your wrists used to be slit open. I cut you there several times, but for some reason the wounds kept closing after some minutes. No wonder you have such beautiful, unblemished skin, if you regenerate so, my pretty Japanese doll”
Inwardly, Kanda knew he should be angry, furious, indignant. He had some vague idea that his mind should be providing him with colorful curse words for this Noah, but his system seemed to be crashing under the influence of whatever this man had done to him. He felt hot and flustered and soft, it that was even possible. He felt anger, of course, and he was aware of the danger of his current situation. But it seemed such a small thing to care about now.....
“You see, exorcist” -and Tyki Mikk let his tongue trace the contours of the other man's lips, pushing slightly but not seeking entrance quite yet- “My butterflies produce a special kind of liquid, thick and crimson, like blood. A small amount of it can bring anyone to their knees in front of me, docile at the sound of my voice. Such an interesting thing, that once this nectar enters your own blood torrent, your proud self turns into a pliant body beneath me, hm?”
With the corner of one eye, Kanda could see the Noah's hands clasped over his wrists, trespassing layers of skin and allowing that a red warm liquid came into direct contact with his own veins network, with his own same blood.
And thus, it was Kanda's running blood the mean in which the Noah's poison was being irrigated throughout his entire body. Maybe the Noah had tried to cut his wrists open before, but since his regeneration ability kept closing the wounds, Tyki Mikk had opted for using his own special ability to invade other people's body through his touch.
How very....intimate.
Kanda closed his eyes, in a supreme effort to bring his mind into enough focus to form coherent words and coherent ideas of escape. How long until the lotus curse purged the effect of that liquid out of his body? How long until that heavy, luscious influence was rendered null?
“Don't close your eyes, exorcist” -Tyki reprimanded of a sudden, biting lightly at Kanda's still closed lips- “I've waited enough for you to awaken for me. I had to bring you here after the battle, and patch you up a bit. Seriously, placing yourself as shield to protect Allen Walker and that other red-haired fellow, again? Fortunately you don't scar, lovely, or you would be a mess right now. Ahhh, which reminds me of our little game”
This time, the tongue that darted out pushed with insistence, prying open the smallest of the spaces between the Japanese’s teen soft lips.
“Open up, lovely, that I want to mark you the only way you can be marked”
Kanda would not, could not, never, never, never, never....
Kanda's lips fell open on their own accord, offering himself with a backwards tilt of his head.
Tyki smiled at the reaction and plunged his tongue into the other's hot mouth, tasting deeply and sucking at the warm tongue inside. At the same time, a large, rough hand caressed the uncovered chest and stomach, tracing light patterns over the sensitive skin, until it rested over an inner left thigh.
The kiss was long and deep and wet, and left Kanda gasping for breath the moment the older man released his mouth. Against his will, he felt himself being trapped in a haze of lusty feelings and raising desire, his body answering by means of flushed cheeks and the tightening of his black pants.
“You taste delicious, lovely. But by all means, don't refrain yourself so. I want to hear you moan and see you tremble at my touch”
And the Noah moved his hand at those words, tracing Kanda's inner thigh possessively, up another inch, and another inch, until it reached the warm place between the younger man's legs. The fingers stroked gently once, and then cupped the awakening length with increasing pressure.
In other circumstances, in full possession of his mind and self control, Kanda would have never allowed such a thing to happen. But if it happened, Kanda would have bitten off his own tongue before allowing a sound to escape his lips.
But in this moment, under the effect of this poison and under the caresses of this man, this Noah, Tyki Mikk, Kanda felt his resolve fade away in the matter of a second.
“Ahh..ahhhhhhhh......nnnnnnn”
Tyki watched how the long-haired teen let his eyes flutter and his voice pass through half open lips.
“Louder, exorcist, moan louder” -the Noah whispered his command, feeling enthralled with the beauty of his trapped prey. The hand cupping the teen's erection slipped inside the black pants, encountering hot, hard flesh and enfolding it with his long fingers.
Kanda arched into the touch and off the blankets, eyes shut in guilty pleasure, his voice spilling forth in groans and whimpers.
Tyki felt his breath caught at the picture that the Japanese teen presented. The portrait of wanton need.
“You're sex incarnated, are you not, exorcist? How can someone see you and not want to fuck you, hm?” -the Noah's voice was thick with lust, as he hooked the fingers of his other hand on the waistband of Kanda's dark pants, pulling them down along with the underwear- “Lift up your hips a bit, doll, let's take these things off you”
Obediently, with half-lidded eyes, Kanda arched and allowed the garments to be removed, exposing himself fully nude in front of the older man. Nude and flushed and aroused. Body pliant, mind in turmoil, and unheeded instincts screaming in protest.
“Exorcist” -Tyki breathed the word as if it were the synonym of lover- “You wouldn't mind trashing a bit, hm? You may try to slap me, even, since I know you're a feisty one. Go on, it will excite me” -and as he spoke, the hand not pumping the teen's hard member moved to lift Kanda's right arm, which suddenly snapped free of the hold and connected an open palm to the Noah's unguarded face. Kanda's eyes even gained a small dangerous aura, like a distant glint of an unsheathed sword.
Tyki Mikk allowed the hand to connect with his face, enjoying the sharp fleeting pain, enjoying the half glare of those lusty, gray eyes. He felt his own erection growing harder and hotter, almost to the point of desperation.
Unexpectedly, Kanda made a grab for his neck, clamping down on the soft flesh and pushing the larger man back, attempting to throw him off the bed and sit up at the same time, his previous moans turning into an almost growl.
Tyki Mikk's eyes widened at this, but recovered quickly, abandoning the teen's erection in favor of taking hold of the exorcist's shoulders and pushing back with double strength, pinning the younger man onto the bed easily and straddling him.
“Amazing, lovely, you sure have a fighting spirit” -the Noah smirked at the almost-frustration showing in the other's dark eyes- “But I won't have more of that anymore, okay? Tonight you're here for one purpose only and that is to be marked and claimed. I may invite you over some other time so we can play reverse roles if that's what makes you hot, but not this time, exorcist. Not this time” -Tyki leaned down and crushed his mouth over Kanda's, roughly opening the lips, sucking out his tongue, pushing and tasting and biting, until Kanda was left panting loudly, his lips swollen and their mingled saliva sliding down the corners of his abused mouth.
Tyki's gaze roamed over Kanda's body again, at the time that he pulled back one of his strong hands, to unclasp the heavy belt he wore and lower the zipper of the slacks, his leaking erection coming into view.
He grounded against the still panting Kanda, pressing his hips to the other man's hips, skin coming into contact only in small measures.
Not enough, definitely not enough.
“Ahh, exorcist, it's your own fault our game has to be hastened. If you hadn't put up such a delicious fight” -Tyki murmured, his eyes turning softer and his voice dropping another octave- “Now, lovely, if you'd be so kind to be an obedient fuck, and turn around on your hands and knees?”
No.....
No no.....
No no no......
I won't.....no.....
Kanda was frozen in place, not moving, fighting with himself. He would not consent to this. He would not, he woul-
Tyki's voice, that voice filled with everything dark and luscious and seductive, rang powerful and enticing in the room.
“Exorcist, on your knees and elbows better, with your head lowered onto your folded forearms, and your legs spread for me to fuck you nicely, if you'd be so kind”
Something in the recesses of his mind, Kanda felt a wall cracking in despair.
Outside, in the real plane of existence, Kanda's eyes glazed over, and he moved slowly, turning his body around, his stomach flat on the soft bed for only a second, and then, with trembling arms pushing himself up on his knees and hands. Another second of hesitation, as he remained in all fours in front of his enemy, his captor and his puppeteer. And then, his trembling arms folded at the juncture of the elbows, his head coming down to lie onto the forearms while his legs spread an inch wider at both his sides.
Kanda could feel his loose hair spilling all around him like a dark and soft curtain, and he knew that his back was arched in a scandalous curve, his spine dipping at the height of his shoulder blades, and rising at his tailbone. Even without seeing himself in a mirror, the image of his own self---his own flushed and aroused self in such position, was fire branded onto his inner eye.
Behind him, a loud, pleased, raspy sigh could be heard.
“Damn you, exorcist, whoever gave you the right to be this tempting? Are you not supposed to be a servant to your so called god? How can you be so sinful then?”
Kanda closed his eyes, and in vain tried to close his ears to those words and that voice and that appreciative sighs, which only contributed to increase the hot feeling in his loins and to make precum start to leak.
Large hands were traveling up and down his exposed back, his trembling arms and thighs, caressing the soft strands of hair, and finally - no no no- yes yes yes- finally surrounding his painful erection and stroking hard and ruthlessly.
“Let me hear your voice, exorcist, be a nice boy and beg for more”
Kanda bit his lips, shook his head, but his voice still fought its way out of his traitorous mouth.
“Ahhhh....nnnggnnn......mo.....more.......”
And of a sudden, fingers that belonged to the hand not holding Kanda's flushed member were making their way into his entrance, caressing the ring of muscle, slipping in and out a mere inch, and then in and out another inch, and then one finger had completely penetrated the hot channel, and a second one had immediately followed.
Kanda jerked at the intrusion, his thighs spasmed, his lips let out a soft cry.
“Exorcist” -Tyki's voice was strained but very much pleased- “You feel tight, and these are only my fingers. Dark, mean, powerful exorcist, are you a virgin?”
“Nnnngggnnnn...ahhh!”
Kanda could only moan in response, since those fingers wouldn't stop moving inside him. He did not know if what he felt was pain or pleasure, surprise or scorn or a combination of all that, but he knew that something running with his blood kept pushing him to make noises and to move and undulate his body in rhythm to the fingers breaching him and the hand stroking him.
A small, and oddly soft and fond chuckle escaped Tyki Mikk.
“I should have known, right? I should have known that someone so reserved as you, would set himself apart of all kind of pleasures, innocent and carnal ones. I've seen you push your comrades away from you, I've seen you battle alone, and I've seen you protecting others under the disguise of a frown and a curse word. You won't allow yourself to show feelings for anyone, and at the same time, you won't allow anyone to reach you with their own shows of care and attention. You're the rare plant growing in the dark, the black gem that glows in solitude, the weapon that shield and cuts at the same time. I wish I could live my life with such ambivalence, exorcist. But what you see is me, a Noah for the time being. At least you will have the comfort of knowing that I haven't imposed any kind of emotion upon you. What we are doing is fucking, exorcist. There is no love in this act. Only a bit of pleasure and pain, and maybe a bit of admiration. That I can give you”
With those words, Tyki Mikk removed his fingers and replaced them with his own hard length, half lubricated with his own leaking essence.
In one slow and long thrust, the older man was buried inside the Japanese teen, while his hands clutched at the white perfect hips and his mouth placed open kisses on the shoulder blades. The Noah may have said that there was no love in the act, but all his actions and attentions seemed to speak otherwise.
A dangerous game I am playing, Tyki mused to himself, feeling how the younger man beneath him trembled and gasped at the penetration, pale hands clenching and unclenching the white blankets.
“Ah, exorcist, you're tight beyond compare, and hot like hell. Forgive me if I don't give you more time to adjust, this being your first time, but I need to move now, because I am almost at my limit here”
At Tyki's first thrust, Kanda gave a pained cry, the mere corners laced with faint pleasure. Tyki noticed this, and then pulled out and pushed in in a different angle, experimenting.
Kanda's shoulders shook, another stifled cry escaping his lips.
“Lovely, you gotta moan a bit for this to be fun, okay? When I find your sweet spot, be a dear and scream for me, so I can keep you interested, hm?”
Another powerful thrust, and Kanda's voice was heard.
“Nggnnnnn....”
Tyki smiled, and set a faster pace, going deeper into the furnace-hot flesh.
“Nggggnnn....uhhhgggghh.....AHHHH!!”
Kanda's head snapped up, almost arching back all the way onto his hands, but caught himself at the last moment and remained on his elbows, eyes open wide in blind and unexpected pleasure.
Tyki Mikk licked the back of his neck, chuckling.
“So there it is, hm? More, exorcist?”
A moment of silence, and then a trembling, reluctant soft voice.
“Mo...more.....yes, more.....”
Tyki didn't move, only his tongue lapped at the drops of sweat.
“Harder, lovely?”
If he had been able, Kanda would have rather killed himself on the spot. The humiliation.
Regardless of such distant thought, he answered.
“Ye-yes, more....ahhh....harder.....”
Tyki Mikk bit down on the soft flesh of one shoulder, and nodded.
“My pleasure, exorcist”
Kanda let his head fall down onto his forearms again, and let his voice have free reign, moaning and grunting and screaming freely. Anything to have this over with.
By the time the Japanese teen reached his limits and orgasm took over him, his mind was so exhausted in its own inner struggle, that he both screamed and cried as he came, collapsing onto the bed, eyes closing as tears made their way onto his flushed cheeks.
He didn't realize that his orgasm had caused the Noah to also explode in a flow of hot and thick semen inside him, and that Tyki Mikk had gone down with him, body pressed onto the exhausted long-haired exorcist.
There was a long moment of silence, and then, a soft voice spoke up.
“To set you free will cost me, Exorcist. But I am willing to pay that cost”
****
Kanda awoke to a painful headache and the urge to vomit.
In a slow movement, he pushed himself up and sat on the bed, his sight unfocused and his ears ringing. He swallowed thickly, but even that was a hard task to accomplish, since his mouth was dry and sore....
Sore?
Kanda's eyes snapped into a sharp glance immediately, and he stood up instantly, hand going to his waist to grab....
Mugen.
Mugen, at his waist, like usual.
“The hell?” -the Japanese teen muttered, as he looked down at himself, and found his usual uniform in place: boots, black pants, white undershirt, black coat, Mugen at the ready.
When Kanda looked around, he realized he was in a bedroom of a dingy local hotel, simple bed and simple bedside table with a pitcher of clean water. The window was open, and he walked towards it.
The town that he could see outside the window seemed deserted, and utterly destroyed. Ashes were strewn everywhere, a sign that people had died due to akuma bullets.
At the distance, voices could be heard.
Kanda, growing more confused at each passing second, strained to hear the distant sounds.
“...da....”
“....nda!”
To his shock, he could clearly make out the silhouettes of that idiot moyashi and the brat rabbit walking around the deserted town, calling his name.
“What in the hell happened here?” -Kanda looked around again, frowning angrily- “What the hell am I doing here? Tch”
Feeling like he had just stepped out of an alternative dimension where his brains had taken a rough treatment, Kanda cursed loudly, and then proceeded to make his way out of the room and down the stairs of the abandoned, crumbling hotel.
All the while, flashes of disturbing memories kept invading his mind.
A bed and a dark room.
Butterflies.
Large hands caressing his hair and his back.
Pain and pleasure.
A dark voice and running blood.
Heated kisses. Moans. Tears.
Kanda kicked open the wooden door of the hotel and stepped out in the street, the sunlight momentarily blinding him.
He closed his eyes, and suddenly, his inner eye presented the full image of Tyki Mikk, naked over him.
Kanda felt his breath catch, eyes flying wide at the painfully real memory, at the time large hands encircled him from behind, and a deep, dark voice spoke right into his left ear.
“Take care, exorcist. I'd like to meet you again some time soon, hm?”
Kanda's eyes flashed with a killing aura, as he ground out two words.
“Tyki Mikk”
Kanda remembered everything now.
Behind him, the Noah chuckled.
“And Kanda Yuu. Exorcist cursed with the regenerative lotus. Nice to meet you, my dark plant and black gem. Come and kill me later, if you'd be so kind”
And in the blink of an eye -in the flap of a butterfly's wings- the Noah was gone.
Kanda remained there, glaring at nothing.
“You can bet on it”
****
“Kanda!”
“Yuu!”
Allen and Rabi broke into a dash at the sight of their fellow exorcist, who was standing quietly on the corner of a street. If Kanda had seen or heard them, he gave no sign about it.
“Kanda, damn it, Kanda!” -Allen stopped mere inches from running into the Japanese teen, as he suppressed the sudden impulse of embracing the taller man.
Rabi also came to a halt beside the other two, taking in the clean and overall fine condition in which Kanda had reappeared.
“You okay, Kanda? If you were here all this time, why you hadn't contacted us?! We have been looking for you for the past 24 hours!!” -Allen exclaimed, alternating between pouts and frowns and worried expressions.
“Dammit, moyashi, do you have to scream right on my face?” -Kanda spoke out, addressing and facing the other two exorcists for the first time.
Allen growled- “Ungrateful jerk, we were worried, damn it. I just kept thinking the worst!”
Kanda raised an eyebrow at the white-haired teen, in mock query.
“I thought that Tyki Mikk had caught you! Last time I was taken by that Noah, he killed me, did you forget?! I had reasons to be worried so don't give me that cold attitude of yours, jerk!”
Rabi pulled Allen back, fearing a glares match was going to ensue between the two temperamental men.
“Saaa, saaa, lets all calm down, okay? First of all, Yuu, you okay?” -the red-haired teen moved his hand towards Kanda's right shoulder, intent on placing a reassuring touch.
Kanda snapped at him, his own arm pushing Rabi's back before it could come in contact with his shoulder.
“Don't touch me, dammit. And stop making such a fuss. Everything is fine”
Rabi blinked his green eye at Kanda. The bookman junior wanted to bite his lower lip, fearing, suspecting something was not quite right.
Kanda started walking past them.
“So, did you send the retrieved Innocence back to headquarters?”
“Yes, we did” -Allen, sulking cutely, answered- “And we are fine, for all you care. After you went missing, we took out the rest of the akuma. Tyki Mikk also disappeared, that's why we thought that....”
“Yuu, you really okay? 'Cause you did end up trapped with that Noah, did you not?” -Rabi interrupted Allen's tirade.
Kanda slowed down, silent for a moment.
Allen glanced between Rabi and Kanda, and understood that Kanda's silence was equal to a confirmation.
Something cold and ugly seemed to clutch at Allen's heart. Kanda and that Noah, fighting, and Kanda gone missing for a whole day while in presence of that man......but Kanda was here, and he seemed okay. But Kanda, being as distant as he was, would surely be an expert in pretending that everything was fine.....
Allen's human hand caught hold of Kanda's right wrist, and his pale eyes searched Kanda's dark gray ones.
“Kanda?”
His voice was laced with subtle concern. However, Kanda's eyes were as unemotional as always.
“If I say that there's nothing to worry, then that's the end of it, for both of you. I'll make sure to kill the bastard the next time we meet him, anyway” -Kanda glared his usual murderous expression at the white-haired and red-haired exorcists.
“And stop touching me, for fuck's sake”
Snatching his wrist back, Kanda marched off.
Allen and Rabi exchanged half worried, half amused glances, and followed him into the sun lit streets.
***
FIN
Warning: NC-17. Explicit, in other words. And non-con, after a fashion.
Background info: This was written as a valiant but hesitant attempt to answer a request for PWP. But somehow it ended up being a rather long fic, complete with plot and angst and the smex, of course
A personal online friend and reader convinced me to come out and post it, even though I have serious problems regarding the notion of myself writing these...err....scenes? How hyprocrital can you get, hm?
Summary:
Kanda's silver-gray eyes strained to remain fixed on the figure leaning over him, at the time his instincts kept screaming at him one word, one word above the chaos engulfing his thoughts and senses: "Captured. Captured. Captured" Tyki Mikk's countenance gained another smudge of clarity, as he grazed soft smiling lips over the Japanese’s forehead and eyebrows.
“Running Blood”
The world had turned into a tangled myriad of colors and sounds and blinding lights. Nothing made sense, and still, Kanda felt himself incredibly aware of his surroundings.
To the point of psychosis, even.
There was a light -no, maybe a thousand points of light- blinding him from his right side, and a constant movement of something blue and purple and black kept catching his attention every five seconds or so.
He was lying on something soft and smooth and cool. Like petals and silk, and it felt liquid like blood losing warmth, but still running.
A voice with a tilting tone was murmuring something right on his left ear, but the words slurred together, and he was not able to decipher what was being told.
But it was a man's voice.
Deep and clever and sultry and just a little bit on the side of patronizing.
“Ty...”
“Ty....k......”
Kanda attempted to speak out, the name of Tyki Mikk coming to his severely confused mind all of a sudden.
“Glad.....decided......join me.....Exorcist”
Kanda's silver-gray eyes strained to remain fixed on the figure leaning over him, at the time his instincts kept screaming at him one word, one word above the chaos engulfing his thoughts and senses:
Captured. Captured. Captured.
Tyki Mikk's countenance gained another smudge of clarity, as he grazed soft smiling lips over the Japanese’s forehead and eyebrows.
“Glad you decided to join me at last, Exorcist. I wouldn't have wanted to start this little game without you”
****
The Noah smiled down at his captive, eyes shining in amusement and no little anticipation.
He had had glimpses of this exorcist boy before. He was a constant in battles, and almost as constant in fighting beside Allen Walker.
Tyki had been curious over the Walker boy for days without end, at discovering that the white-haired exorcist had survived their little encounter. But then Rhode had come into play, and well, she had all but monopolized “Allen-kun”. Then came the Earl himself and his growing attention over the young exorcist, and half the fun had flown out the window for Tyki, since now everyone kept tabs on the boy, and over his future and his fate and his innocence hand and his eye.
Tyki was famous for losing interest quickly anyway, when his toys had to be shared.
But then, almost without meaning it, almost by mere chance, he had caught sight of the Japanese exorcist, and Tyki had started pondering.
A Japanese exorcist, huh? But Japan itself was free land of the Earl and the same Noahs. When had the Black Order recruited that man....err....young man? Surely it had not happened recently, not under their own noses. It had had to happen several years before.
So, a Japanese exorcist recruited from a young age. Maybe recruited at a younger age than Allen Walker, yes?
Tyki had sat for several hours after some random fight, in his mind replaying previous battles. The Japanese exorcist was hard to miss, what with the long black hair, the piercing eyes, the deadly sword and that sour and cold attitude, noticeable whenever he barked at his own companions, and glared at the world in general.
And then, the Ark destruction had come to happen, and with it, the death of Skin Bolic. Tyki had cried confused tears, not understanding exactly why he was crying, but doing it nonetheless. Rhode had pointed out, back then, in that sing-song voice of hers, that it had been “that black-haired exorcist” the one to kill their fellow Noah. But how very strange, since Skin had clearly killed the boy at least twice already. How come these exorcists were so hard to eliminate, anyway? They were some kind of plague, surely......
Afterwards, Tyki had asked around about that particular enemy, and this was proof enough that his curiosity had been aroused. From then on, he had paid extra attention to every battle where a dark haired figure appeared. He had paid extra attention to the cold eyes, and to the graceful dance of death the boy performed with his swords.
He had paid extra attention to the white, smooth, oh so perfect skin the young exorcist didn't care to hide whenever his coat and undershirt came undone -torn in ribbons- during the battles. And caught sight of the odd symbol carved into the left side of the teen's chest. But apart from that mysterious om, there was not a trace of anything on the exorcist's body.
Someone had to put a mark over that expanse of pale flesh, Tyki had decided. How very rude of them, the Noah, to let one of their dear enemies walk around without claim.
****
Tyki traced a gloved finger over high cheekbones, taking his time in dragging the digit down over closed lips, and down down over the skin of the graceful neck, reaching the exposed collarbones.
“I trust now you have more of a presence of mind, yes? Of course you must feel pretty disoriented still, and a little weakened....” -Tyki didn't stop smiling- “And a little vulnerable....”
Kanda blinked once, twice, and slowly a third time. The words seemed slow and distant, but he was able to catch their meaning, this time. It had been difficult though, since that finger dancing over his skin was attracting all his sensory attention.
His mind kept giving his limbs weak commands of moving, but he could not stir at all.
The hell was happening to him? The hell this Noah had done? The Noah.....
“Ty...Tyki Mikk.....bastard....”
He managed to whisper the words, but even his voice felt alien and out of his control. His efforts were rewarded with a laugh from his enemy, as the Noah sat back on his haunches and let out a low chuckle.
“As far as introductions go, that one is good enough, I'd say” -the Noah gazed down at the immobile teen- “So you know who I am, which is good. Mind if you tell your name, exorcist?”
Kanda saw the man through a fog, flowing in and out of focus every couple of minutes. He distantly wondered why in the seven circles of hell the asshole was practically sitting over him, and why the fuck he was asking for a name.
“Fu....fuc.....ugh!” -the Japanese teen tried to speak, but a wave of something fire-hot and powerful burning his wrists suddenly overpowered his senses and his attention. It was like an infusion of blood being injected through some place on his wrists, poisonous and yet enticing, capable of stealing his breath and making his body temperature raise.
“Fuck you, was it?” -Tyki's voice sounded right beside his ear again, and the feeling of a body stretching over him consumed Kanda's overloaded awareness- “I believe I asked for a name, not for an invitation, Exorcist. But no matter, I can be a gentleman and comply with that”
Kanda's pulse jolted into an upbeat tempo as he felt a warm tongue trailing over the shell of his ear, and then traveling over his cheek and lips and jaw line.
He had to get out this, and fast. He had to throw that bastard off him, punch him, kick him, slice him with Mugen....
But Kanda could not move at all. He could barely move his head to the side. He knew there was something holding him down, he felt a pressure at the base of his outstretched hands. In that same place where the hot infusion of whatever it was seemed to be entering his body.
“Confused, Exorcist?” -the Noah's voice had a husky yet playful air to it- “I wish you could see yourself right now, lying on my bed, sans coat and sans shirt, with your arms stretched beside your head, and your wrists slit open” - Tyki moved so his lips grazed over Kanda's unresponsive ones, their eyes meeting head on- “Or at least, your wrists used to be slit open. I cut you there several times, but for some reason the wounds kept closing after some minutes. No wonder you have such beautiful, unblemished skin, if you regenerate so, my pretty Japanese doll”
Inwardly, Kanda knew he should be angry, furious, indignant. He had some vague idea that his mind should be providing him with colorful curse words for this Noah, but his system seemed to be crashing under the influence of whatever this man had done to him. He felt hot and flustered and soft, it that was even possible. He felt anger, of course, and he was aware of the danger of his current situation. But it seemed such a small thing to care about now.....
“You see, exorcist” -and Tyki Mikk let his tongue trace the contours of the other man's lips, pushing slightly but not seeking entrance quite yet- “My butterflies produce a special kind of liquid, thick and crimson, like blood. A small amount of it can bring anyone to their knees in front of me, docile at the sound of my voice. Such an interesting thing, that once this nectar enters your own blood torrent, your proud self turns into a pliant body beneath me, hm?”
With the corner of one eye, Kanda could see the Noah's hands clasped over his wrists, trespassing layers of skin and allowing that a red warm liquid came into direct contact with his own veins network, with his own same blood.
And thus, it was Kanda's running blood the mean in which the Noah's poison was being irrigated throughout his entire body. Maybe the Noah had tried to cut his wrists open before, but since his regeneration ability kept closing the wounds, Tyki Mikk had opted for using his own special ability to invade other people's body through his touch.
How very....intimate.
Kanda closed his eyes, in a supreme effort to bring his mind into enough focus to form coherent words and coherent ideas of escape. How long until the lotus curse purged the effect of that liquid out of his body? How long until that heavy, luscious influence was rendered null?
“Don't close your eyes, exorcist” -Tyki reprimanded of a sudden, biting lightly at Kanda's still closed lips- “I've waited enough for you to awaken for me. I had to bring you here after the battle, and patch you up a bit. Seriously, placing yourself as shield to protect Allen Walker and that other red-haired fellow, again? Fortunately you don't scar, lovely, or you would be a mess right now. Ahhh, which reminds me of our little game”
This time, the tongue that darted out pushed with insistence, prying open the smallest of the spaces between the Japanese’s teen soft lips.
“Open up, lovely, that I want to mark you the only way you can be marked”
Kanda would not, could not, never, never, never, never....
Kanda's lips fell open on their own accord, offering himself with a backwards tilt of his head.
Tyki smiled at the reaction and plunged his tongue into the other's hot mouth, tasting deeply and sucking at the warm tongue inside. At the same time, a large, rough hand caressed the uncovered chest and stomach, tracing light patterns over the sensitive skin, until it rested over an inner left thigh.
The kiss was long and deep and wet, and left Kanda gasping for breath the moment the older man released his mouth. Against his will, he felt himself being trapped in a haze of lusty feelings and raising desire, his body answering by means of flushed cheeks and the tightening of his black pants.
“You taste delicious, lovely. But by all means, don't refrain yourself so. I want to hear you moan and see you tremble at my touch”
And the Noah moved his hand at those words, tracing Kanda's inner thigh possessively, up another inch, and another inch, until it reached the warm place between the younger man's legs. The fingers stroked gently once, and then cupped the awakening length with increasing pressure.
In other circumstances, in full possession of his mind and self control, Kanda would have never allowed such a thing to happen. But if it happened, Kanda would have bitten off his own tongue before allowing a sound to escape his lips.
But in this moment, under the effect of this poison and under the caresses of this man, this Noah, Tyki Mikk, Kanda felt his resolve fade away in the matter of a second.
“Ahh..ahhhhhhhh......nnnnnnn”
Tyki watched how the long-haired teen let his eyes flutter and his voice pass through half open lips.
“Louder, exorcist, moan louder” -the Noah whispered his command, feeling enthralled with the beauty of his trapped prey. The hand cupping the teen's erection slipped inside the black pants, encountering hot, hard flesh and enfolding it with his long fingers.
Kanda arched into the touch and off the blankets, eyes shut in guilty pleasure, his voice spilling forth in groans and whimpers.
Tyki felt his breath caught at the picture that the Japanese teen presented. The portrait of wanton need.
“You're sex incarnated, are you not, exorcist? How can someone see you and not want to fuck you, hm?” -the Noah's voice was thick with lust, as he hooked the fingers of his other hand on the waistband of Kanda's dark pants, pulling them down along with the underwear- “Lift up your hips a bit, doll, let's take these things off you”
Obediently, with half-lidded eyes, Kanda arched and allowed the garments to be removed, exposing himself fully nude in front of the older man. Nude and flushed and aroused. Body pliant, mind in turmoil, and unheeded instincts screaming in protest.
“Exorcist” -Tyki breathed the word as if it were the synonym of lover- “You wouldn't mind trashing a bit, hm? You may try to slap me, even, since I know you're a feisty one. Go on, it will excite me” -and as he spoke, the hand not pumping the teen's hard member moved to lift Kanda's right arm, which suddenly snapped free of the hold and connected an open palm to the Noah's unguarded face. Kanda's eyes even gained a small dangerous aura, like a distant glint of an unsheathed sword.
Tyki Mikk allowed the hand to connect with his face, enjoying the sharp fleeting pain, enjoying the half glare of those lusty, gray eyes. He felt his own erection growing harder and hotter, almost to the point of desperation.
Unexpectedly, Kanda made a grab for his neck, clamping down on the soft flesh and pushing the larger man back, attempting to throw him off the bed and sit up at the same time, his previous moans turning into an almost growl.
Tyki Mikk's eyes widened at this, but recovered quickly, abandoning the teen's erection in favor of taking hold of the exorcist's shoulders and pushing back with double strength, pinning the younger man onto the bed easily and straddling him.
“Amazing, lovely, you sure have a fighting spirit” -the Noah smirked at the almost-frustration showing in the other's dark eyes- “But I won't have more of that anymore, okay? Tonight you're here for one purpose only and that is to be marked and claimed. I may invite you over some other time so we can play reverse roles if that's what makes you hot, but not this time, exorcist. Not this time” -Tyki leaned down and crushed his mouth over Kanda's, roughly opening the lips, sucking out his tongue, pushing and tasting and biting, until Kanda was left panting loudly, his lips swollen and their mingled saliva sliding down the corners of his abused mouth.
Tyki's gaze roamed over Kanda's body again, at the time that he pulled back one of his strong hands, to unclasp the heavy belt he wore and lower the zipper of the slacks, his leaking erection coming into view.
He grounded against the still panting Kanda, pressing his hips to the other man's hips, skin coming into contact only in small measures.
Not enough, definitely not enough.
“Ahh, exorcist, it's your own fault our game has to be hastened. If you hadn't put up such a delicious fight” -Tyki murmured, his eyes turning softer and his voice dropping another octave- “Now, lovely, if you'd be so kind to be an obedient fuck, and turn around on your hands and knees?”
No.....
No no.....
No no no......
I won't.....no.....
Kanda was frozen in place, not moving, fighting with himself. He would not consent to this. He would not, he woul-
Tyki's voice, that voice filled with everything dark and luscious and seductive, rang powerful and enticing in the room.
“Exorcist, on your knees and elbows better, with your head lowered onto your folded forearms, and your legs spread for me to fuck you nicely, if you'd be so kind”
Something in the recesses of his mind, Kanda felt a wall cracking in despair.
Outside, in the real plane of existence, Kanda's eyes glazed over, and he moved slowly, turning his body around, his stomach flat on the soft bed for only a second, and then, with trembling arms pushing himself up on his knees and hands. Another second of hesitation, as he remained in all fours in front of his enemy, his captor and his puppeteer. And then, his trembling arms folded at the juncture of the elbows, his head coming down to lie onto the forearms while his legs spread an inch wider at both his sides.
Kanda could feel his loose hair spilling all around him like a dark and soft curtain, and he knew that his back was arched in a scandalous curve, his spine dipping at the height of his shoulder blades, and rising at his tailbone. Even without seeing himself in a mirror, the image of his own self---his own flushed and aroused self in such position, was fire branded onto his inner eye.
Behind him, a loud, pleased, raspy sigh could be heard.
“Damn you, exorcist, whoever gave you the right to be this tempting? Are you not supposed to be a servant to your so called god? How can you be so sinful then?”
Kanda closed his eyes, and in vain tried to close his ears to those words and that voice and that appreciative sighs, which only contributed to increase the hot feeling in his loins and to make precum start to leak.
Large hands were traveling up and down his exposed back, his trembling arms and thighs, caressing the soft strands of hair, and finally - no no no- yes yes yes- finally surrounding his painful erection and stroking hard and ruthlessly.
“Let me hear your voice, exorcist, be a nice boy and beg for more”
Kanda bit his lips, shook his head, but his voice still fought its way out of his traitorous mouth.
“Ahhhh....nnnggnnn......mo.....more.......”
And of a sudden, fingers that belonged to the hand not holding Kanda's flushed member were making their way into his entrance, caressing the ring of muscle, slipping in and out a mere inch, and then in and out another inch, and then one finger had completely penetrated the hot channel, and a second one had immediately followed.
Kanda jerked at the intrusion, his thighs spasmed, his lips let out a soft cry.
“Exorcist” -Tyki's voice was strained but very much pleased- “You feel tight, and these are only my fingers. Dark, mean, powerful exorcist, are you a virgin?”
“Nnnngggnnnn...ahhh!”
Kanda could only moan in response, since those fingers wouldn't stop moving inside him. He did not know if what he felt was pain or pleasure, surprise or scorn or a combination of all that, but he knew that something running with his blood kept pushing him to make noises and to move and undulate his body in rhythm to the fingers breaching him and the hand stroking him.
A small, and oddly soft and fond chuckle escaped Tyki Mikk.
“I should have known, right? I should have known that someone so reserved as you, would set himself apart of all kind of pleasures, innocent and carnal ones. I've seen you push your comrades away from you, I've seen you battle alone, and I've seen you protecting others under the disguise of a frown and a curse word. You won't allow yourself to show feelings for anyone, and at the same time, you won't allow anyone to reach you with their own shows of care and attention. You're the rare plant growing in the dark, the black gem that glows in solitude, the weapon that shield and cuts at the same time. I wish I could live my life with such ambivalence, exorcist. But what you see is me, a Noah for the time being. At least you will have the comfort of knowing that I haven't imposed any kind of emotion upon you. What we are doing is fucking, exorcist. There is no love in this act. Only a bit of pleasure and pain, and maybe a bit of admiration. That I can give you”
With those words, Tyki Mikk removed his fingers and replaced them with his own hard length, half lubricated with his own leaking essence.
In one slow and long thrust, the older man was buried inside the Japanese teen, while his hands clutched at the white perfect hips and his mouth placed open kisses on the shoulder blades. The Noah may have said that there was no love in the act, but all his actions and attentions seemed to speak otherwise.
A dangerous game I am playing, Tyki mused to himself, feeling how the younger man beneath him trembled and gasped at the penetration, pale hands clenching and unclenching the white blankets.
“Ah, exorcist, you're tight beyond compare, and hot like hell. Forgive me if I don't give you more time to adjust, this being your first time, but I need to move now, because I am almost at my limit here”
At Tyki's first thrust, Kanda gave a pained cry, the mere corners laced with faint pleasure. Tyki noticed this, and then pulled out and pushed in in a different angle, experimenting.
Kanda's shoulders shook, another stifled cry escaping his lips.
“Lovely, you gotta moan a bit for this to be fun, okay? When I find your sweet spot, be a dear and scream for me, so I can keep you interested, hm?”
Another powerful thrust, and Kanda's voice was heard.
“Nggnnnnn....”
Tyki smiled, and set a faster pace, going deeper into the furnace-hot flesh.
“Nggggnnn....uhhhgggghh.....AHHHH!!”
Kanda's head snapped up, almost arching back all the way onto his hands, but caught himself at the last moment and remained on his elbows, eyes open wide in blind and unexpected pleasure.
Tyki Mikk licked the back of his neck, chuckling.
“So there it is, hm? More, exorcist?”
A moment of silence, and then a trembling, reluctant soft voice.
“Mo...more.....yes, more.....”
Tyki didn't move, only his tongue lapped at the drops of sweat.
“Harder, lovely?”
If he had been able, Kanda would have rather killed himself on the spot. The humiliation.
Regardless of such distant thought, he answered.
“Ye-yes, more....ahhh....harder.....”
Tyki Mikk bit down on the soft flesh of one shoulder, and nodded.
“My pleasure, exorcist”
Kanda let his head fall down onto his forearms again, and let his voice have free reign, moaning and grunting and screaming freely. Anything to have this over with.
By the time the Japanese teen reached his limits and orgasm took over him, his mind was so exhausted in its own inner struggle, that he both screamed and cried as he came, collapsing onto the bed, eyes closing as tears made their way onto his flushed cheeks.
He didn't realize that his orgasm had caused the Noah to also explode in a flow of hot and thick semen inside him, and that Tyki Mikk had gone down with him, body pressed onto the exhausted long-haired exorcist.
There was a long moment of silence, and then, a soft voice spoke up.
“To set you free will cost me, Exorcist. But I am willing to pay that cost”
****
Kanda awoke to a painful headache and the urge to vomit.
In a slow movement, he pushed himself up and sat on the bed, his sight unfocused and his ears ringing. He swallowed thickly, but even that was a hard task to accomplish, since his mouth was dry and sore....
Sore?
Kanda's eyes snapped into a sharp glance immediately, and he stood up instantly, hand going to his waist to grab....
Mugen.
Mugen, at his waist, like usual.
“The hell?” -the Japanese teen muttered, as he looked down at himself, and found his usual uniform in place: boots, black pants, white undershirt, black coat, Mugen at the ready.
When Kanda looked around, he realized he was in a bedroom of a dingy local hotel, simple bed and simple bedside table with a pitcher of clean water. The window was open, and he walked towards it.
The town that he could see outside the window seemed deserted, and utterly destroyed. Ashes were strewn everywhere, a sign that people had died due to akuma bullets.
At the distance, voices could be heard.
Kanda, growing more confused at each passing second, strained to hear the distant sounds.
“...da....”
“....nda!”
To his shock, he could clearly make out the silhouettes of that idiot moyashi and the brat rabbit walking around the deserted town, calling his name.
“What in the hell happened here?” -Kanda looked around again, frowning angrily- “What the hell am I doing here? Tch”
Feeling like he had just stepped out of an alternative dimension where his brains had taken a rough treatment, Kanda cursed loudly, and then proceeded to make his way out of the room and down the stairs of the abandoned, crumbling hotel.
All the while, flashes of disturbing memories kept invading his mind.
A bed and a dark room.
Butterflies.
Large hands caressing his hair and his back.
Pain and pleasure.
A dark voice and running blood.
Heated kisses. Moans. Tears.
Kanda kicked open the wooden door of the hotel and stepped out in the street, the sunlight momentarily blinding him.
He closed his eyes, and suddenly, his inner eye presented the full image of Tyki Mikk, naked over him.
Kanda felt his breath catch, eyes flying wide at the painfully real memory, at the time large hands encircled him from behind, and a deep, dark voice spoke right into his left ear.
“Take care, exorcist. I'd like to meet you again some time soon, hm?”
Kanda's eyes flashed with a killing aura, as he ground out two words.
“Tyki Mikk”
Kanda remembered everything now.
Behind him, the Noah chuckled.
“And Kanda Yuu. Exorcist cursed with the regenerative lotus. Nice to meet you, my dark plant and black gem. Come and kill me later, if you'd be so kind”
And in the blink of an eye -in the flap of a butterfly's wings- the Noah was gone.
Kanda remained there, glaring at nothing.
“You can bet on it”
****
“Kanda!”
“Yuu!”
Allen and Rabi broke into a dash at the sight of their fellow exorcist, who was standing quietly on the corner of a street. If Kanda had seen or heard them, he gave no sign about it.
“Kanda, damn it, Kanda!” -Allen stopped mere inches from running into the Japanese teen, as he suppressed the sudden impulse of embracing the taller man.
Rabi also came to a halt beside the other two, taking in the clean and overall fine condition in which Kanda had reappeared.
“You okay, Kanda? If you were here all this time, why you hadn't contacted us?! We have been looking for you for the past 24 hours!!” -Allen exclaimed, alternating between pouts and frowns and worried expressions.
“Dammit, moyashi, do you have to scream right on my face?” -Kanda spoke out, addressing and facing the other two exorcists for the first time.
Allen growled- “Ungrateful jerk, we were worried, damn it. I just kept thinking the worst!”
Kanda raised an eyebrow at the white-haired teen, in mock query.
“I thought that Tyki Mikk had caught you! Last time I was taken by that Noah, he killed me, did you forget?! I had reasons to be worried so don't give me that cold attitude of yours, jerk!”
Rabi pulled Allen back, fearing a glares match was going to ensue between the two temperamental men.
“Saaa, saaa, lets all calm down, okay? First of all, Yuu, you okay?” -the red-haired teen moved his hand towards Kanda's right shoulder, intent on placing a reassuring touch.
Kanda snapped at him, his own arm pushing Rabi's back before it could come in contact with his shoulder.
“Don't touch me, dammit. And stop making such a fuss. Everything is fine”
Rabi blinked his green eye at Kanda. The bookman junior wanted to bite his lower lip, fearing, suspecting something was not quite right.
Kanda started walking past them.
“So, did you send the retrieved Innocence back to headquarters?”
“Yes, we did” -Allen, sulking cutely, answered- “And we are fine, for all you care. After you went missing, we took out the rest of the akuma. Tyki Mikk also disappeared, that's why we thought that....”
“Yuu, you really okay? 'Cause you did end up trapped with that Noah, did you not?” -Rabi interrupted Allen's tirade.
Kanda slowed down, silent for a moment.
Allen glanced between Rabi and Kanda, and understood that Kanda's silence was equal to a confirmation.
Something cold and ugly seemed to clutch at Allen's heart. Kanda and that Noah, fighting, and Kanda gone missing for a whole day while in presence of that man......but Kanda was here, and he seemed okay. But Kanda, being as distant as he was, would surely be an expert in pretending that everything was fine.....
Allen's human hand caught hold of Kanda's right wrist, and his pale eyes searched Kanda's dark gray ones.
“Kanda?”
His voice was laced with subtle concern. However, Kanda's eyes were as unemotional as always.
“If I say that there's nothing to worry, then that's the end of it, for both of you. I'll make sure to kill the bastard the next time we meet him, anyway” -Kanda glared his usual murderous expression at the white-haired and red-haired exorcists.
“And stop touching me, for fuck's sake”
Snatching his wrist back, Kanda marched off.
Allen and Rabi exchanged half worried, half amused glances, and followed him into the sun lit streets.
***
FIN