Pencil Skirt [R; Allen/Kanda]
Title: Pencil Skirt
Author: worblehat
Genre: D. Gray-man
Pairing: Allen/Kanda
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for almighty_frog at fic_on_demand. The prompt is located here. I've only watched up to episode 17, so...right.
Summary: A simple mix-up provides for an interesting night.
Word Count: 1,842.
Allen stared at the pile of clothing on his chair. He'd tried them on, realised they weren't his and had settled for looking at them. Komui had something briefly about the washing taking longer than usual but now he had someone else's clothes entirely and he wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't just go out in his underwear. Still, without knowing to whom the clothing belonged, he wasn't sure what to do. From the stitching and the length, he almost thought it was -
"Moyashi." Kanda's voice was firm but quiet. "Open up. I know you're awake."
"But -"
"I have your clothes."
Thankful to have help (even if it was from an annoyed-sounding Kanda), Allen raced towards the door, opening it carefully.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Kanda, dressed from head to toe in his own clothing. They almost fit, though the pants were tighter and the shirt seemed to stretch more than it was meant to. "...uh," tried Allen, unable to form any words past that one utterance.
Kanda forced the door open, walked in and shut it promptly behind him. He looked around, eyes narrowing when he saw the chair. "Those are mine," he told Allen.
"Oh. Well...do you want me to turn around while you -" Allen began to say as Kanda walked past him, undoing the buttons on Allen's white shirt. It felt strange, seeing Kanda taking off Allen's clothes - surreal, in a way. Allen continued to stare: when Kanda removed the white shirt easily, continuing to look with cheeks fast becoming darker as Kanda slid off the grey pants.
Kanda placed both on the bed, reaching for his own garments. Sliding both legs in and pulling up on the seams, he looked over his shoulder at Allen. "What are you staring at?"
Allen quickly shook his head from side to side. "Nothing!" When Kanda didn't look away, Allen covered his eyes. "I promise! I was just waiting until you were done!"
"Hm," Kanda murmured disinterestedly.
The sound of a shirt, then a coat; Allen opened his eyes, expecting to meet a fully-dressed Kanda. He froze when he realised Kanda's shirt was still open, that he was looking not at Allen but at the floor, buttoning up slowly.
He finished by buttoning up his coat and shooting Allen a cold stare. Picking up his sword, he swept past Allen, unlocking the door. "You missed breakfast," he said before closing it again.
*
By lunch, Allen's stomach was grumbling, his eyes barely able to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time. He dragged himself towards the cafeteria, ordering twice as much as usual. At the end of it, he still felt hungry and ordered a few more dishes.
"No, he switched with Allen," said a voice behind him as he waited. When he turned, he saw a small group huddled around River, whispering. He forced his attention to the wall in front of him, straining to hear, curious at the mention of his name.
"That was after," said Johnny. "Before that, he had to switch with someone else."
"Didn't Lenalee have -"
"Yep!"
"So did Kanda walk all the way over there, dressed like -"
"Yep, yep!"
The group quieted for a few seconds, making Allen jump when the members erupted into huge guffaws of laughter. Allen tried to make sense of their words, not quite following what they were talking about.
As he walked back to his table, food in hand, he thought it over. It was obvious they were talking about the washing - but what did that have to do with Lenalee? Did Kanda want to make fun of Allen's clothing? Did Lenalee not take him seriously?
He looked over at the group, who seemed to have moved onto something else now. They didn't seem the type to laugh at him...maybe he had it wrong.
But then what did they mean? With whom did Kanda switch? And why bring up Lenalee?
The slap of a tray hitting against the table next to him stopped Allen's thoughts. Kanda sat down, not looking at anyone as he began eating. He seemed stiffer than usual, quiet in a way that felt loud - intentionally silenced.
"...oh!" said Allen, his previous thoughts clicking into place. "It was Lenalee's clothing!"
Kanda looked up at him mid-chew.
It was Lenalee, thought Allen. Kanda switched with Lenalee! But she wears skirts, doesn't she? ...is that what they were laughing at? Kanda in a skirt. I guess it's pretty funny.
Allen rested his head against his palm as he thought more seriously on the matter.
Kanda in a skirt...
He was jerked back into reality as Kanda tugged back on his collar, hard. "What were you muttering?"
Allen looked up at him. Kanda's face was a mask of restrained anger, the way it had been that first night, sword unsheathed. "Me? ...nothing."
The grip on his clothing tightened. Kanda growled.
Allen threw his hands up in front of him, trying to ward Kanda off. "I was just daydreaming! I don't remember what about." His head lolled back and forth as Kanda's face came closer. "Will you stop shaking me like that? I just ate!"
With a huff, Kanda released him, walking out of the hall and glowering.
Kanda, thought Allen. In a skirt...
*
"Moyashi."
Allen stopped his exercises, thinking he was hearing things. The idea of Kanda knocking on his door twice in one day was unthinkable.
"Open this door before I slice it open."
He peered through the darkness at Kanda, whose face was lit just enough by the moonlight to see. His face seemed angry like before; perhaps more sullen now. The anger slipped briefly into surprise as he caught sight of Allen's chest.
"...why aren't you wearing any clothes." Kanda's voice was monotone, his question falling away into statement.
"I don't need a shirt when I'm exercising," Allen said defensively. "And I'm wearing trousers - I'm not naked."
Kanda was silent.
And then there was a sword point in Allen's face.
"Who did you tell?" Kanda demanded.
"Tell?" Allen repeated blankly. "Tell what?"
"Tell me who you spoke to about our clothing switch this morning."
"I didn't talk to anyone." The sword pushed harder against his stomach; Allen flinched, feeling the blade scratch his skin. "I didn't know paranoia set in this early in life..."
Kanda looked unamused. The blade scraped a little deeper.
Allen moved back, glaring at Kanda evenly. "It's not my fault you got caught in a skirt."
His cheek stung, Kanda's hand landing flat against it. He rubbed at the hot skin, fists clenched.
"You don't always need to be talking," said Kanda evenly.
Allen blinked. "Is that your way of telling me to shut up?"
A very slight hint of a smirk crossed Kanda's face. "You're not as stupid as you look." He sniffed. "Not that that's saying much."
"Did you want something?" asked Allen, irritated now. Why was Kanda so good at being a jerk? "Or did you just come here to be annoying?"
Kanda sheathed his sword and stood up straighter. He watched Allen's face; Allen wondered if he saw the other's eyes flicker to his chest or if he simply imagined it. Kanda's hand was on the door when Allen spoke again.
"I'm surprised it fit you."
Kanda stilled.
He turned around.
Allen resisted the urge to laugh nervously, choosing instead to return Kanda's fierce gaze. "Your hips are smaller than Lenalee's. But your hair -"
He was expecting it when he felt the wall behind his back, Kanda's hands on his neck, squeezing. Kanda's breath was hot in his face, eyes challenging. "I'm not a girl," he hissed. His hips pressed against Allen - and that's when he felt it, the rough, hard feel of an erection against his stomach. "Male," he said, thrusting, as if to make sure Allen felt it.
He pulled away, but didn't leave this time; he remained, standing a few feet in front of Allen, flinching when Allen approached, raising one hand to his face.
"Just...let me try -"
Bending his neck, Allen moved in further, until their lips were touching. Kanda didn't respond for several seconds, body tense and reserved. It wasn't until Allen kissed him a second time, mouth open, hands moving to Kanda's waist, that Kanda moaned.
Whatever Allen had been expecting, it hadn't been that. Kanda seemed prepared for this, pulling Allen's hands around his waist more tightly and pushing him, leading him back against the bed.
It was fast - warm and new and then...soft. Kanda's mouth made up for the rough hands at his waist, tugging down his trousers; the kisses were hot and wet as Kanda marked his way down Allen's throat, sounds of his clothing slipping from his body as he lie down beside him on the bed.
Allen looked up when Kanda straddled him.
"Kanda..."
"Don't ruin it by talking," Kanda growled against his cheek before sliding his hand down around Allen's length, stroking in uneven rhythm.
By the time Allen could think to reciprocate, their positions had shifted and Kanda was behind him, one hand on his stomach, holding Allen in place as his cock pressed against him. It felt blunt as it rubbed back and forth, Kanda's hand shifting down to move Allen's legs slightly further apart. The tip pressed into him slowly, wet after a few attempts with a combination of spit and precome. Kanda continued to push in, stopping halfway, turning Allen's face to look at him; when he seemed satisfied, he pushed in the rest of the way, breaths falling fast against Allen's shoulders.
The sensations were strange - the feeling of Kanda inside him, pushing in deep; of Kanda's hand, sliding around his cock, stroking until Allen pushed his hand away, wanting more, wanting Kanda to move faster; of Kanda whispering his name, moaning it as he neared his climax.
"Allen...Allen..."
Kanda's name was on his tongue when he came, though he couldn't form his mouth around the two syllables, body crying out in heated release. He felt the soft shudders behind him, liquid heat spilling inside, filling him in quick pulses.
Their limbs disentangled slowly, Kanda resting next to Allen without speaking, breath uneven and ragged. Allen turned to face him, not quite sure what had just taken place, but sort of thinking he wouldn't mind it happening again.
"Kanda?" he asked.
Kanda grunted. "What did I say about talking?"
Allen stayed silent, too tired to argue - eyes widening in surprise when Kanda's hand slid to his waist, pressure light on his hip. His eyes closed slowly when the hand didn't move, already half-asleep when it pulled him closer, beneath the covers.
Kanda watched him in the dim light filtering in from the window. "Congratulations on not dying your first month here, Moyashi."
"Allen," he murmured, remembering Kanda's promise to use his name if he survived.
"Be quiet," Kanda answered, eyes closed.
Author: worblehat
Genre: D. Gray-man
Pairing: Allen/Kanda
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for almighty_frog at fic_on_demand. The prompt is located here. I've only watched up to episode 17, so...right.
Summary: A simple mix-up provides for an interesting night.
Word Count: 1,842.
Allen stared at the pile of clothing on his chair. He'd tried them on, realised they weren't his and had settled for looking at them. Komui had something briefly about the washing taking longer than usual but now he had someone else's clothes entirely and he wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't just go out in his underwear. Still, without knowing to whom the clothing belonged, he wasn't sure what to do. From the stitching and the length, he almost thought it was -
"Moyashi." Kanda's voice was firm but quiet. "Open up. I know you're awake."
"But -"
"I have your clothes."
Thankful to have help (even if it was from an annoyed-sounding Kanda), Allen raced towards the door, opening it carefully.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Kanda, dressed from head to toe in his own clothing. They almost fit, though the pants were tighter and the shirt seemed to stretch more than it was meant to. "...uh," tried Allen, unable to form any words past that one utterance.
Kanda forced the door open, walked in and shut it promptly behind him. He looked around, eyes narrowing when he saw the chair. "Those are mine," he told Allen.
"Oh. Well...do you want me to turn around while you -" Allen began to say as Kanda walked past him, undoing the buttons on Allen's white shirt. It felt strange, seeing Kanda taking off Allen's clothes - surreal, in a way. Allen continued to stare: when Kanda removed the white shirt easily, continuing to look with cheeks fast becoming darker as Kanda slid off the grey pants.
Kanda placed both on the bed, reaching for his own garments. Sliding both legs in and pulling up on the seams, he looked over his shoulder at Allen. "What are you staring at?"
Allen quickly shook his head from side to side. "Nothing!" When Kanda didn't look away, Allen covered his eyes. "I promise! I was just waiting until you were done!"
"Hm," Kanda murmured disinterestedly.
The sound of a shirt, then a coat; Allen opened his eyes, expecting to meet a fully-dressed Kanda. He froze when he realised Kanda's shirt was still open, that he was looking not at Allen but at the floor, buttoning up slowly.
He finished by buttoning up his coat and shooting Allen a cold stare. Picking up his sword, he swept past Allen, unlocking the door. "You missed breakfast," he said before closing it again.
*
By lunch, Allen's stomach was grumbling, his eyes barely able to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time. He dragged himself towards the cafeteria, ordering twice as much as usual. At the end of it, he still felt hungry and ordered a few more dishes.
"No, he switched with Allen," said a voice behind him as he waited. When he turned, he saw a small group huddled around River, whispering. He forced his attention to the wall in front of him, straining to hear, curious at the mention of his name.
"That was after," said Johnny. "Before that, he had to switch with someone else."
"Didn't Lenalee have -"
"Yep!"
"So did Kanda walk all the way over there, dressed like -"
"Yep, yep!"
The group quieted for a few seconds, making Allen jump when the members erupted into huge guffaws of laughter. Allen tried to make sense of their words, not quite following what they were talking about.
As he walked back to his table, food in hand, he thought it over. It was obvious they were talking about the washing - but what did that have to do with Lenalee? Did Kanda want to make fun of Allen's clothing? Did Lenalee not take him seriously?
He looked over at the group, who seemed to have moved onto something else now. They didn't seem the type to laugh at him...maybe he had it wrong.
But then what did they mean? With whom did Kanda switch? And why bring up Lenalee?
The slap of a tray hitting against the table next to him stopped Allen's thoughts. Kanda sat down, not looking at anyone as he began eating. He seemed stiffer than usual, quiet in a way that felt loud - intentionally silenced.
"...oh!" said Allen, his previous thoughts clicking into place. "It was Lenalee's clothing!"
Kanda looked up at him mid-chew.
It was Lenalee, thought Allen. Kanda switched with Lenalee! But she wears skirts, doesn't she? ...is that what they were laughing at? Kanda in a skirt. I guess it's pretty funny.
Allen rested his head against his palm as he thought more seriously on the matter.
Kanda in a skirt...
He was jerked back into reality as Kanda tugged back on his collar, hard. "What were you muttering?"
Allen looked up at him. Kanda's face was a mask of restrained anger, the way it had been that first night, sword unsheathed. "Me? ...nothing."
The grip on his clothing tightened. Kanda growled.
Allen threw his hands up in front of him, trying to ward Kanda off. "I was just daydreaming! I don't remember what about." His head lolled back and forth as Kanda's face came closer. "Will you stop shaking me like that? I just ate!"
With a huff, Kanda released him, walking out of the hall and glowering.
Kanda, thought Allen. In a skirt...
*
"Moyashi."
Allen stopped his exercises, thinking he was hearing things. The idea of Kanda knocking on his door twice in one day was unthinkable.
"Open this door before I slice it open."
He peered through the darkness at Kanda, whose face was lit just enough by the moonlight to see. His face seemed angry like before; perhaps more sullen now. The anger slipped briefly into surprise as he caught sight of Allen's chest.
"...why aren't you wearing any clothes." Kanda's voice was monotone, his question falling away into statement.
"I don't need a shirt when I'm exercising," Allen said defensively. "And I'm wearing trousers - I'm not naked."
Kanda was silent.
And then there was a sword point in Allen's face.
"Who did you tell?" Kanda demanded.
"Tell?" Allen repeated blankly. "Tell what?"
"Tell me who you spoke to about our clothing switch this morning."
"I didn't talk to anyone." The sword pushed harder against his stomach; Allen flinched, feeling the blade scratch his skin. "I didn't know paranoia set in this early in life..."
Kanda looked unamused. The blade scraped a little deeper.
Allen moved back, glaring at Kanda evenly. "It's not my fault you got caught in a skirt."
His cheek stung, Kanda's hand landing flat against it. He rubbed at the hot skin, fists clenched.
"You don't always need to be talking," said Kanda evenly.
Allen blinked. "Is that your way of telling me to shut up?"
A very slight hint of a smirk crossed Kanda's face. "You're not as stupid as you look." He sniffed. "Not that that's saying much."
"Did you want something?" asked Allen, irritated now. Why was Kanda so good at being a jerk? "Or did you just come here to be annoying?"
Kanda sheathed his sword and stood up straighter. He watched Allen's face; Allen wondered if he saw the other's eyes flicker to his chest or if he simply imagined it. Kanda's hand was on the door when Allen spoke again.
"I'm surprised it fit you."
Kanda stilled.
He turned around.
Allen resisted the urge to laugh nervously, choosing instead to return Kanda's fierce gaze. "Your hips are smaller than Lenalee's. But your hair -"
He was expecting it when he felt the wall behind his back, Kanda's hands on his neck, squeezing. Kanda's breath was hot in his face, eyes challenging. "I'm not a girl," he hissed. His hips pressed against Allen - and that's when he felt it, the rough, hard feel of an erection against his stomach. "Male," he said, thrusting, as if to make sure Allen felt it.
He pulled away, but didn't leave this time; he remained, standing a few feet in front of Allen, flinching when Allen approached, raising one hand to his face.
"Just...let me try -"
Bending his neck, Allen moved in further, until their lips were touching. Kanda didn't respond for several seconds, body tense and reserved. It wasn't until Allen kissed him a second time, mouth open, hands moving to Kanda's waist, that Kanda moaned.
Whatever Allen had been expecting, it hadn't been that. Kanda seemed prepared for this, pulling Allen's hands around his waist more tightly and pushing him, leading him back against the bed.
It was fast - warm and new and then...soft. Kanda's mouth made up for the rough hands at his waist, tugging down his trousers; the kisses were hot and wet as Kanda marked his way down Allen's throat, sounds of his clothing slipping from his body as he lie down beside him on the bed.
Allen looked up when Kanda straddled him.
"Kanda..."
"Don't ruin it by talking," Kanda growled against his cheek before sliding his hand down around Allen's length, stroking in uneven rhythm.
By the time Allen could think to reciprocate, their positions had shifted and Kanda was behind him, one hand on his stomach, holding Allen in place as his cock pressed against him. It felt blunt as it rubbed back and forth, Kanda's hand shifting down to move Allen's legs slightly further apart. The tip pressed into him slowly, wet after a few attempts with a combination of spit and precome. Kanda continued to push in, stopping halfway, turning Allen's face to look at him; when he seemed satisfied, he pushed in the rest of the way, breaths falling fast against Allen's shoulders.
The sensations were strange - the feeling of Kanda inside him, pushing in deep; of Kanda's hand, sliding around his cock, stroking until Allen pushed his hand away, wanting more, wanting Kanda to move faster; of Kanda whispering his name, moaning it as he neared his climax.
"Allen...Allen..."
Kanda's name was on his tongue when he came, though he couldn't form his mouth around the two syllables, body crying out in heated release. He felt the soft shudders behind him, liquid heat spilling inside, filling him in quick pulses.
Their limbs disentangled slowly, Kanda resting next to Allen without speaking, breath uneven and ragged. Allen turned to face him, not quite sure what had just taken place, but sort of thinking he wouldn't mind it happening again.
"Kanda?" he asked.
Kanda grunted. "What did I say about talking?"
Allen stayed silent, too tired to argue - eyes widening in surprise when Kanda's hand slid to his waist, pressure light on his hip. His eyes closed slowly when the hand didn't move, already half-asleep when it pulled him closer, beneath the covers.
Kanda watched him in the dim light filtering in from the window. "Congratulations on not dying your first month here, Moyashi."
"Allen," he murmured, remembering Kanda's promise to use his name if he survived.
"Be quiet," Kanda answered, eyes closed.