Redeem us from our solemn hour (D.Gray-man, Kanda/Allen, NC-17) 1/1
Title: Redeem us from our solemn hour
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi (Kanda/Allen)
Spoilers: General Allen past
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title and lyric snippet from "Our Solemn Hour" by Within Temptation.
Summary: It was a "Sin," sex without a single thought of procreation, of simply finding pleasure with another man, but even "Sin" could heal a part of his heart that "Innocence" could not.
Redeem us from our solemn hour
By Spinny Roses
Sanctus espiritus redeem us from our solemn hour
Sanctus espiritus insanity is all around us
Sanctus espiritus is this what we deserve
Can we break free from the chains of never-ending agony?
One would start to wonder what "Innocence" and "Sin" truly is out of battle, Allen thought hazily. It wasn't as if he didn't know what was happening to his own body - hauling Cross out of enough businesses of ill repute and having those who worked there speak frankly to the wide-eyed boy kept him from being completely ignorant of the act - but this was the first time such knowledge had a chance to be put to practical use. He hissed as teeth scraped down the tender skin of his throat, a pain on the ragged edge of pleasure. In return, he sank his teeth into the pale shoulder before him, rocking into the elder man as a half-groan escaped Kanda's throat.
It wasn't Kanda's first time, that much he could tell. Kanda's hands moved with unerring precision, forcibly tilting Allen's head to one side, baring the too-soft skin of his throat to the world. A warm tongue traced the same path sharp teeth had, causing Allen's hands to convulse on his upper arms. One of Kanda's hands moved downward, snaking its way into the younger Exorcist's pants.
It was said that it was a "Sin" to have sexual relations like this out of marriage, without love. That it was a "Sin" to open one's legs like Allen was for someone like Kanda, especially given the genders between the two. Even Allen knew "Sin" could feel incredibly good, the memory of joy before knowing what he had brought back in the grotesque metal skeleton, but this... could reminding one's self that this blood that quickens through the veins is real, alive, be a "Sin"? Could allowing one's self to be entered with brutal efficiency and relishing in the pain and pleasure as knowledge that one's heart still beats be evil enough to be condemned?
If Kanda entertained the same thoughts, he didn't allow it to be shown. He simply snapped his hips forward, rolling them enough for this act to be more than taking his own pleasure. Allen writhed under the relentless motions, shifting his legs to a more comfortable position and grabbing muscular forearms with a frantic grip. If it was a "Sin," Allen thought, muddled, then he didn't ever want it to end. It was a "Sin," sex without a single thought of procreation, of simply finding pleasure with another man, but even "Sin" could heal a part of his heart that "Innocence" could not.
The release was less than perfect, more than needed. It rolled through his entire body as slick seed splattered between them, entirely satisfying and not enough. Kanda shuddered over him as his body tightened, his thrusts losing all pretenses of thinking of his partner as he slammed hard, unceasingly, into the younger's smaller body. Allen groaned, the motions on the raw edge of pain, when Kanda paused, then released the bonds to his own climax, his breath huffing out as he relaxed.
Allen wasn't "Innocent" enough to believe that what happened between them had emotion beyond a selfish need. His hands stroked through the hair that had loosened from the usual ponytail due to their activities, the strands falling differently over each hand. He wasn't "Innocent" enough to believe love existed between the two of them, but his heart held enough to wish for the emotion.
Or perhaps it was the body, the "Sin," that wished for more.
The End
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi (Kanda/Allen)
Spoilers: General Allen past
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title and lyric snippet from "Our Solemn Hour" by Within Temptation.
Summary: It was a "Sin," sex without a single thought of procreation, of simply finding pleasure with another man, but even "Sin" could heal a part of his heart that "Innocence" could not.
Redeem us from our solemn hour
By Spinny Roses
Sanctus espiritus redeem us from our solemn hour
Sanctus espiritus insanity is all around us
Sanctus espiritus is this what we deserve
Can we break free from the chains of never-ending agony?
One would start to wonder what "Innocence" and "Sin" truly is out of battle, Allen thought hazily. It wasn't as if he didn't know what was happening to his own body - hauling Cross out of enough businesses of ill repute and having those who worked there speak frankly to the wide-eyed boy kept him from being completely ignorant of the act - but this was the first time such knowledge had a chance to be put to practical use. He hissed as teeth scraped down the tender skin of his throat, a pain on the ragged edge of pleasure. In return, he sank his teeth into the pale shoulder before him, rocking into the elder man as a half-groan escaped Kanda's throat.
It wasn't Kanda's first time, that much he could tell. Kanda's hands moved with unerring precision, forcibly tilting Allen's head to one side, baring the too-soft skin of his throat to the world. A warm tongue traced the same path sharp teeth had, causing Allen's hands to convulse on his upper arms. One of Kanda's hands moved downward, snaking its way into the younger Exorcist's pants.
It was said that it was a "Sin" to have sexual relations like this out of marriage, without love. That it was a "Sin" to open one's legs like Allen was for someone like Kanda, especially given the genders between the two. Even Allen knew "Sin" could feel incredibly good, the memory of joy before knowing what he had brought back in the grotesque metal skeleton, but this... could reminding one's self that this blood that quickens through the veins is real, alive, be a "Sin"? Could allowing one's self to be entered with brutal efficiency and relishing in the pain and pleasure as knowledge that one's heart still beats be evil enough to be condemned?
If Kanda entertained the same thoughts, he didn't allow it to be shown. He simply snapped his hips forward, rolling them enough for this act to be more than taking his own pleasure. Allen writhed under the relentless motions, shifting his legs to a more comfortable position and grabbing muscular forearms with a frantic grip. If it was a "Sin," Allen thought, muddled, then he didn't ever want it to end. It was a "Sin," sex without a single thought of procreation, of simply finding pleasure with another man, but even "Sin" could heal a part of his heart that "Innocence" could not.
The release was less than perfect, more than needed. It rolled through his entire body as slick seed splattered between them, entirely satisfying and not enough. Kanda shuddered over him as his body tightened, his thrusts losing all pretenses of thinking of his partner as he slammed hard, unceasingly, into the younger's smaller body. Allen groaned, the motions on the raw edge of pain, when Kanda paused, then released the bonds to his own climax, his breath huffing out as he relaxed.
Allen wasn't "Innocent" enough to believe that what happened between them had emotion beyond a selfish need. His hands stroked through the hair that had loosened from the usual ponytail due to their activities, the strands falling differently over each hand. He wasn't "Innocent" enough to believe love existed between the two of them, but his heart held enough to wish for the emotion.
Or perhaps it was the body, the "Sin," that wished for more.
The End