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Days passed with Kanda and Allen stuck in the same town. While Allen spent their time doing street performances so they would have enough money to satisfy his insatiable appetite, Kanda simply observed. Yes, he was keeping an eye out for Akuma and the Noah and the Fourteenth, but it was more than that.
Kanda had spent weeks in Mater recovering from the fight and grieving Alma. Allen had sent him away without a thought for the trouble it would cause himself. It was that damn savior complex of his, but still, it meant something to Kanda. Something he didn’t know how to put into words.
Allen had never been far from his mind after that no matter how hard he tried to meditate him away. Now that he was right in front of him, always within reach, Allen plagued his every moment, waking and asleep.
Despite his better judgment, Allen Walker had become important to him. Not in the way that Lenalee or Tiedoll or Marie were. No, this was different, something in his chest squirming and reaching. He didn’t know what to do with the feeling, so he did nothing but observe.
It was how he noticed the change, the stiffening in Allen’s shoulders, the reddening of his neck, the shift in his scent. His scent had always been rather neutral like a beta’s, vaguely woodsy and savory. But this… this was sweet and tangy. Baked apples on a summer evening before a lightning storm. Perfectly whisked matcha beside a waterfall. Dark chocolate melting in the summer sun.
Heat flooded Kanda’s body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, a reaction he’d only ever heard about but never had the misfortune of experiencing. He may have been an alpha, but he’d thought it didn’t really matter because he hadn’t been conceived by normal means. While he’d always had a keen nose, he’d never once had a reaction to another’s scent. Alpha, beta or omega, heat or rut, it didn’t matter. He’d always been immune to their effects.
But here in this moment with Allen smelling of preheat, Kanda could feel his carefully constructed control begin to crumble.
It took him longer to realize the implications of Allen going into heat. They would be screwed, stuck for days if they didn’t break it. They didn’t have that kind of time, they’d already been in the city far too long, and Tiedoll and Johnny were set to meet up with them the next day. The problem was that Kanda only knew of one sure-fire way to stop a cycle, whether a rut or a heat, in its tracks. He could only imagine how Allen was going to react.
Collapsing onto the ground beside Kanda, Allen fanned himself and leaned back on a hand. The pale column of his neck was exposed as he leaned his head back. “Man, it’s so much hotter today,” he commented.
His scent slapped Kanda in the face, and he grit his teeth as he glanced away.
“Hey, are you alright? You look a little red. Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little heat,” Allen teased, reaching a hand into his line of sight as if to touch his forehead.
Kanda grabbed his wrist, gripping it tight enough to feel Allen’s pulse begin to pick up speed. He resisted the urge to bring it to his nose. Instead, he turned to glare at Allen. “You should have told me you were an omega. Your heat is going to fuck everything up.”
Allen blinked at him owlishly, mouth parted. “I- What are you talking about? Do you have heat stroke? I’m a beta.” He’d always been a great liar, but over the time spent together, Kanda was well-versed in what he looked like when he was lying. And he was lying through his teeth.
“I’m not an idiot, Short Stack. You reek of preheat. We’re going to have to find somewhere for you to ride it out. Either that or we break it.” Well, he supposed that was one way to breach the topic. Then again, he’d never really been one for subtlety.
Horror was beginning to bloom across Allen’s face. “No. No, Master said I’d never have to deal with another one. He said my innocence would interfere with it too much.” He was becoming increasingly distressed, souring his scent, and that had Kanda’s instincts telling him to soothe Allen before panic truly set in.
Kanda stared at Allen’s wrist, slowly losing the battle with himself to bring it closer. To press it to his nose. To lick the pulse he could feel beneath his fingers. “Well, evidently, he doesn’t know everything.”
Allen didn’t make any move to pull his arm back. “I can’t. It’s impossible. I had one when I presented, that was it. It lasted a week. A week! We don’t have that kind of time!” He trembled. “Kanda, what are we supposed to do? What are the consequences of not having one for a decade? What if it lasts a week again?”
As Allen continued to babble, Kanda lost the battle between his will and instincts. Shifting his hand up Allen’s arm, Kanda brought his uncovered wrist to his nose. He breathed deeply, and his eyes slipped closed. He could feel Allen’s pulse against his lips, taste his scent on his tongue. He still had enough willpower not to lick him.
That was until he opened his eyes again.
Finally, Allen was silent, mouth agape and pupils blown wide. Even through the face paint he wore, his cheeks were visibly pink.
Never breaking eye contact, Kanda dragged the tip of his tongue across Allen’s wrist.
A whimper fell from Allen’s mouth before he slapped his free hand over it.
Kanda released him, letting him jerk his arm back to his chest. While he felt the smugness of eliciting such a reaction, he also started to recognize the gravity of what he’d just done. Tearing his eyes away, he clenched his teeth together. “Sorry,” he muttered, shoving his bangs away from his face, “It’s affecting me too.”
“I-“ Allen started but didn’t continue for a few minutes. He began counting his earnings instead. “What’s the solution here?”
“We don’t have the money to put you in an inn for long.”
“Just enough for the night and a meal.”
“That would probably attract other alphas anyway after just a night. We probably also don’t have the time to find a deserted house or shelter in the surrounding area that would be safe enough to keep you.”
Allen shook his head, looking forlorn and feverish. He unfastened the top few inches of his costume exposing a tantalizing ‘V’ of skin. Kanda didn’t miss the surreptitious way he grazed his lips across the same place Kanda’s had been, or how his eyelashes fluttered. He panted ever so slightly.
Kanda looked out over the fountain and the people milling about for the simple fact that he needed to maintain his composure for the next part. “The only way I’ve ever heard of to stop a cycle is to form a mating bond. Then they become a little more… conscious. Easier to control. Less debilitating. The pair can effectively choose when to enter a cycle, especially if they continue to… maintain the bond through physical means.” He couldn’t think of a single other conversation that had made him feel as awkward as he did in that moment except for maybe the time Tiedoll had given him the “sex talk”. It had had diagrams.
“Okay, how do we do that?” Allen asked, sounding hopeful, “I’ve heard of them, but I don’t know how one is made. Master always just told me to avoid making one. I always assumed it was because he’s allergic to commitment.”
Kanda scoffed. “You’re probably not wrong.” He curled and uncurled his fists, flexing his wrists to try and release some of the nervous energy building beneath his skin. “You would need to be bitten by an alpha,” he started before Allen unceremoniously cut him off.
“Well, you’re an alpha. Could you just bite me right now? Save us the headache and the money.”
“It’s not that simple, idiot!” Kanda snapped, rounding on him and meeting his eyes once more. A mistake, for sure, as heat pulsed through him again. His pants were beginning to grow tight, and he absolutely did not need that right now. “Not only are there mechanics involved. There’s implications that come with a bond like that! It’s not just some casual thing you can ignore afterward!”
“I’m not stupid!” Allen snapped back, “I’ve seen mated pairs before. They’re in each other’s heads, in their emotions. Being separated is extremely difficult. They also work better as a team because of that. Which is honestly something we could use right now. I’m not concerned about what would happen if we were bonded, if that’s what you’re spun up about. The faster we get this done, the easier things will be.”
“You’re glossing over some major parts here!”
“Then explain what I’m missing because I don’t see the problem!”
Now Kanda’s body was filling with a different heat, a much more familiar and manageable kind. He snarled and gripped Mugen’s hilt. It was better than the alternative. “For the mating bond to be properly formed, I would not only have to bite you, but I’d have to be knotted inside of you while doing it!” Allen just blinked at him, and Kanda couldn’t tell what was going through his head. “Then, to keep our cycles in check after, that would have to happen regularly. Not the biting, but everything else.” If he could have carved out the heat in his cheeks, he would have. He prayed it wasn’t as visible as it felt.
Minutes passed before Allen finally spoke again. “Okay.”
“What?”
“If you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with it. I assume you wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t think it was an option. I know that I can trust you, and I doubt I’ll find someone after this war is over. If I’m even alive at the end.” Allen wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was staring down at the back of his left hand. “So, I’m good with it as long as you’re good with it.” He smiled as he met Kanda’s eyes again.
If they hadn’t been in public, Kanda thought he might have pulled him into a kiss. They werein public though, and he was sure a kiss would turn graphic very quickly in the state they were in. “We need to find an inn close to the edge of town then.” Pushing himself to his feet, he held out a hand to Allen. Electricity shot up his arm as Allen accepted his helping hand.
…..
After Allen had changed and cleaned his face, they found an inn quickly. They struggled to maintain composure throughout the inn-provided meal, but all bets were off as soon as they stepped through the door. Allen crowded Kanda’s space, pressing himself against Kanda’s chest. He inhaled deeply, moaning on the exhale. Kanda allowed himself to be manhandled, still vaguely hesitant to give in to his instincts.
“This fucking sucks,” Allen hissed, panting raggedly as his hands slipped beneath Kanda’s shirt, feeling along his abs and the top of his pants. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. It wasn’t like this when I presented.”
Kanda shivered beneath Allen’s searching hands. “You’re more cognizant than you could be,” he commented, then forced his voice to remain steady as he explained, “It happens as you get older and enter your sexual prime. We’re unlikely to make viable offspring when young, so evolutionarily, the full effects of our cycles don’t take effect until later in life.”
Allen’s lips skated over Kanda’s collarbone where he’d pulled open his shirt, following the curve of his shoulder until he reached Kanda’s pulse just beneath his jaw. He licked greedily at the spot, sucking hungrily.
Kanda grit his teeth and clenched his fists, head angled back to allow Allen better access. Once he gave in, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Twenty-three seems a little late,” Allen whispered, breath feather-light across his skin.
“Your innocence probably has something to do with it as you mentioned it earlier. I’ve heard parasite types sometimes don’t present at all.
Allen hummed his understanding, gently digging his teeth into Kanda’s throat. He smiled as a groan tore from Kanda. “Don’t hold back. My patience is running thinner than usual.”
Needing no further prodding, Kanda gripped the front of Allen’s coat. Pulling him in as close as possible, Kanda turned and slammed him into the door. When Allen gasped, he took the chance to yank him into a crushing kiss. He cupped the side of Allen’s neck, dragging his thumb across his jaw almost tenderly before pressing harshly into the scent gland under his jaw.
Kanda parted his lips, licking along Allen’s bottom lip. Allen parted his lips in answer, and Kanda swept in, caressing their tongues across each other and tasting every corner of Allen’s mouth. He swallowed down Allen’s moan as he pressed their bodies flush.
Pressing his leg between Allen’s, he felt how hard he already was. An observation that sent a wave of satisfaction through him. He smiled savagely as he bit at Allen’s lower lip, drawing a desperate moan from him. He tilted Allen’s head so he could drag his lips along the column of his throat.
“I’m going to devour you,” Kanda growled, biting into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
Allen moaned loudly. “Yes. Please. You can have whatever you want.”
With that permission, Kanda sank to his knees, quickly pulling Allen free from the confines of his pants. Cock in hand, he listened acutely to how Allen’s breath sped up. Kanda ran his nose along the crease of his groin and thigh, savoring the concentration of his scent, before he took Allen into his mouth. He was salty with a touch of bitterness as Kanda ran his tongue along his shaft and sucked gently.
Moaning wantonly, Allen carded his fingers through Kanda’s hair but made no other movement. That was probably for the best. While Kanda had full intention of both ensuring the satisfaction of Allen’s instincts as well as his own, they were on a time crunch. He couldn’t take as much time as he would like, but provided that they continued to survive, they’d have time later.
Holding Allen still with one hand on his hip, he pulled Allen’s pants down further and slipped his other hand in to rub at his entrance. Slick had already collected, coating the inside of his underwear and his skin. Kanda massaged at his entrance though primarily focused on his full mouth, but Allen grew louder all the same, panting and moaning as his thighs trembled.
“Oh fuck,” Allen panted, hips twitching as if he were resisting the urge to move, “Yu, I think I’m gonna-“ He came with a cry as Kanda slipped the tip of his finger easily passed his entrance.
Kanda had never much cared for the taste of cum, but this time, he swallowed without hesitation, almost greedy for the taste. Pulling back both his mouth and hand, he rose, licking Allen’s musky sweet slick from his skin.
Allen whined, pupils dilated and cheeks rosy pink. He grabbed Kanda’s collar, pulling him in for another desperate, devouring kiss. He eagerly pushed and pulled at his clothing, shoving his coat and shirt from his shoulder to get at the skin beneath. Allen moaned deep in his throat as his hands skated across Kanda’s chest and abs. “Why are you so goddamn pretty? It’s not fair,” he asked as he pulled back to watch his own fingers.
“You’re one to talk, Short Stack.” Kanda took the chance to rid Allen of his jacket and shirt as well, pressing a kiss to the corner of Allen’s eyes. A soft action that seemed to startle them both. To cover it up, Kanda ordered, “Pants off. Get on the bed.”
“Call me ‘Allen’,” Allen said, not making a move even as his hands slipped down to work at Kanda’s pants, “You’ve done it before. I liked when you did.” His eyes were large and imploring.
Even if Kanda had wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to resist. Leaning in close so that his lips brushed Allen’s ear, he breathed, “Allen. Get on the bed.”
A shudder rocked Allen’s body, and he pressed against Kanda, already hard again. What it must have been like to have an omega’s minuscule refractory period. His hands moved between them, finally managing to get Kanda’s pants open and his cock in his hand. He turned his head to meet Kanda’s kiss, stroking him languidly as if they didn’t have pressing matters to attend to. Matters that included Allen taking his cock and Kanda sinking his teeth into his nape.
Grabbing Allen’s wrist, Kanda snarled with more intention behind his words, “Get on the bed, Allen. Now. Before I make you.”
Allen’s eyes were hazy though still present. Present enough to smirk and say, “Do it then.”
Kanda easily picked him up and threw him bodily onto the rickety inn bed. In moments, he had him stripped down to nothing and pulled to the edge of the bed to crowd between his legs. Using one hand, he pushed Allen’s legs open further and leaned over him. From his new vantage point, he could see every twitch of Allen’s face as he slid a finger into him. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Allen moaned, dragging the word out so that it was several syllables long. He tilted his hips, giving Kanda far better access. His chest rose and fell quickly, the blush from his cheeks staining his chest and stomach now as well.
Kanda went slow, watching Allen’s every reaction as he stretched him open. He was clutching the sheets, cock leaking pre-cum while Kanda was three fingers deep. His back bowed suddenly, forcing Kanda’s fingers deeper.
Smirking, Kanda stroked the same spot he had moments before.
Allen rocked his hips, and Kanda stilled his ministrations, intent on watching Allen fuck himself on his fingers. He crooked his fingers so they dragged across that same spot with each rock of Allen’s hips.
“That feel good?” Kanda asked gruffly.
Allen’s movements lost rhythm, growing erratic. “Yes!” Allen gasped, grabbing for Kanda’s shoulder. His mouth was still open, but before he could say more, he clenched around Kanda’s fingers. For a second time, he cried out, body going rigid as he spilled across his stomach.
When Allen finally went limp, Kanda withdrew. He savored the taste of Allen on his fingers as he stared down at the panting man. Then, he leaned over Allen to lick at the cum pooled on his abs.
Apparently, he was a degenerate. A new and shocking revelation. One that he’d unpack later.
Allen moaned.
As Allen came down from his second orgasm, Kanda took the time to finish undressing. He could feel Allen’s eyes on him, so he slowed down, almost making a show of it. He turned back to the bed as Allen asked, “Take down your hair? Please?”
Kanda couldn’t think of a good reason not to, so he pulled at the tie, letting his long hair cascade down his back. Sitting with his back against the headboard, he dragged Allen’s still orgasm-limp body towards him until his chest was pressed to Allen’s back. He nipped along Allen’s neck, reaching around to stroke his cock idly, coaxing him once more to hardness.
Allen whined again, gripping Kanda’s thighs tightly.
“Where do you want the mark?” Kanda asked into his hair, free hand running down the scar that ran the length of his torso. His entire body was riddled with scars, some he knew the story behind and others he didn’t. “It needs to scar, so you won’t get a chance to move it. Do you want it here?” Kanda nipped at the skin under his jaw. “Here?” Further down where his neck met his shoulder. “Here?” Further still near his collarbone. “Or maybe where everyone can see it?” He bit down lightly on the back of Allen’s neck.
Allen writhed against him, moaning again. “Anywhere, Yu, wherever you want it.”
Kanda pulled his hand from Allen’s cock, not wanting him to cum again just yet. “Practically, I know it would be better hidden.” He dragged his fingers along Allen’s collarbone. “Instinctively, I want it as visible as possible.” He licked at the sweat trickling along the back of his neck. He could feel Allen’s heartbeat, and knew that he was slowly coming down from his second high as he hummed.
“I don’t care where it is. I just want to feel you,” Allen said steadily, turning his head to catch Kanda’s eyes. He grabbed Kanda’s hand, boldly dragging it down between his legs. “Fuck me, please, I’m going to explode soon if you don’t.” He gasped as Kanda pushed a finger into him, teasing him just a little longer.
Retracting his hand, he pressed it between Allen’s shoulder blades. He pushed him forward until he was lying flat. “Keep breathing,” he instructed, lifting Allen’s hips enough to get a good angle.
He pushed into Allen, stilling immediately so Allen could gasp as he adjusted. He only continued when Allen pushed insistently back on him.
He hissed as he pushed slowly into Allen, agonizingly slow. He didn’t want to hurt Allen, not like he did normally, but he could feel his control beginning fray, to splinter. “Fuck,” he panted, fully seated now, hair spilling over one shoulder to brush against Allen’s pale skin.
Despite the hand firmly pressing him down, Allen managed to twist enough to run his fingers through it. “I love your hair. I’ve always wanted to touch it.”
“Get your fill now because I don’t like people touching it.”
Allen wrapped a length of it around his hand and tugged experimentally.
The pulse of pleasure that flashed through him pulled a grunt from him. Others had done the same in the past, not in this particular context though. The contrast was stark.
Pulling back, he snapped his hips forward. Whether as punishment or reward, he wasn’t sure, but it made Allen gasp all the same. Intent on pulling more noises from him, Kanda set an urgent pace, gratified with how noisy Allen was. His quietness over the past few days had disturbed him, disrupting his calm. This was far more preferable, more like the Allen he knew.
Periodically, Allen tugged on his hair, a little harder each time until it actually started to hurt. He would have been irritated with his insolence if each tug didn’t send a pulse of pleasure straight to his cock. His grunts and increasing roughness only seemed to spur Allen on.
It felt like seconds and equally like hours passed when Allen’s moans changed. He was clenching around Kanda making it increasingly difficult to pull out. “I can’t- I’m gonna- Soon,” he gasped, words disjointed and barely intelligible, “Yu, please!”
The sound of his first name said with such abandon had Kanda groaning, any restraint he had left shredding. He moved harder, faster. Leaning across Allen’s back, he pressed the hand he’d had between Allen’s shoulder into the bed while using the other that had gripped his hip to reach around and fist Allen’s cock. He stroked quickly, movements beginning to falter.
Making his decision, Kanda went with a happy medium and sunk his teeth into the juncture between Allen’s shoulder and neck until coppery blood exploded across his tongue. Allen’s loudest cry of the night was muffled by the sheets he buried his face in, clenching around Kanda and spilling across his fingers.
Kanda followed immediately, teeth and cock pulsing in time with each other, knot locking them together. He panted as he released his bite, jaw aching as he pulled away. He barely had the presence of mind to flop them on their sides and pull a blanket over them before passing out.
…..
Kanda woke up on his back, Allen’s body completely covering his. White hair tickled his nose, hot breath making his skin moist. Despite how it was vaguely difficult to breathe with Allen’s full weight atop him, he didn’t want to move. He was content for the first time since landing in Mater with Alma, and he wanted to hang on to that feeling. Inhaling deeply, Kanda wrapped an arm around Allen and closed his eyes again.
The sun had yet to rise, only the first hints of morning lightening the sky. They had a little while longer before they needed to clean up and leave the city proper again. Not that Akuma were bound by the laws of time or normal sleep schedules, but he thought, maybe the Fourteenth had been forced down. A cycle was incredibly grounding, and he was never as powerful when Allen felt close to others. When he was bound to the feeling of being human. When he didn’t feel completely alone.
Kanda could, unfortunately, sympathize to a certain degree. He ran his fingers through Allen’s unbound hair, twisting the wavy locks around his fingers while he listened to Allen’s deep breaths. There had been very few times in his second life where he’d been so exposed, bared in both a literal and figurative sense. It had never put him at ease like it did now.
‘It’s just the mating bond,’ he told himself knowing full well that wasn’t true. They had been bound together from their first meeting. The mating bond simply made it more tangible.
Inhaling deeply again, he scented the air. While the cloying scent of Allen’s heat had eased, it hadn’t dissipated completely. Allen should still be able to function like that, though Tiedoll and Johnny would likely scent it on him if it didn’t fully recede before they met back up.
Kanda did not want to answer the questions that would lead to.
While he was distracted, Allen’s fingers began to explore his skin. Only when Allen cupped his cheek did he notice the sensation. “You’re too loud,” he muttered, face tilted up to meet Kanda’s gaze with sleep-bleary eyes.
“I didn’t say shit, Bean Sprout.”
“Allen,” Allen reprimanded with less heat than usual, thumb dragging along Kanda’s cheek beneath his eye, “You’re thinking was very loud. Already regretting this?”
While his expression remained neutral, Kanda could feel the press of a foreign presence in his mind. A foreign presence that was working very hard not to be hurt and disappointed.
Kanda frowned, pressing his fingers to his temple. “You can’t hear someone thinking.”
Allen’s eyes flickered away, and he shifted so his ear was right over Kanda’s heart. “No, but I could… feel it. In my head. It’s like I have another person in my head, but it’s less intrusive, more like feelings rather than actual thoughts. I’m not making any sense.”
“No,” Kanda said immediately, compelled to assuage his concerns, “It’s the same for me.” He returned his hand to Allen’s hair. “And no, I wasn’t regretting it. I only have one regret, and it’s not this.”
Allen shuffled, straddling Kanda’s hips and pushing himself up to stare down into his eyes. Curiosity glowed in his grey irises. “You’re so soft right now. It’s weird.”
“Would you rather I be yelling? Demanding you get off me so we can clean up and go?”
“No,” Allen said, a twinge of fear ringing in Kanda’s mind, “I don’t mind the arguing, but I like this too. It’s just strange.”
Kanda stared at him for a moment. “How do you feel? Your heat isn’t completely over.” His eyes dropped, taking in the blood-crusted bite mark that decorated Allen’s pale neck now. Giving into his desire, a common theme throughout the past twelve hours, he pressed his palm directly over the mark.
Leaning into his touch, Allen said, “A little horny still, mostly hungry and thirsty. You did kind of wring me out last night.”
Using his hold on Allen’s neck, he pulled him down into a slow kiss. It was far less hurried than the night before, and it felt good. So good. “Enough that we can’t take care of one of those cravings?” Kanda asked against his lips as they parted.
“Sit up against the headboard,” Allen said as way of reply, shifting his weight enough so Kanda could follow his request. When Kanda was settled, Allen sat on his thighs and kissed him again.
Kanda ran his hands along Allen’s thighs, gripping occasionally before returning to their drifting.
Moments passed, both growing progressively more aroused, but enjoying the moment too much to break it. Only when Kanda felt warmth pooling where Allen sat on his thighs did he reach between their bodies.
Allen pushed his hand away, whispering, “No, I want to do it this time.” He gripped Kanda’s cock, stroking until he hardened fully.
Kanda let him do as he pleased, along for the ride instead of directing it this time. He hissed through his teeth when Allen pressed a thumb against his slit, spreading the precum that had gathered there.
Releasing him and shuffling again, Allen positioned himself over Kanda’s cock. Moans burst from them both as he sank down, taking him fully until he was seated once more. He twitched sporadically, head tilted back and mouth open in pleasure. He rocked slowly, barely moving at all.
Leaning in close and clutching Allen’s hips, Kanda licked across the mark. Allen jerked, moaning loudly, and placed a hand on the back of Kanda’s head. He showered the spot with attention as Allen began to move in earnest. It wasn’t long before Allen gripped his hair and used it to pull Kanda’s lips back to his.
Before long, Kanda began moving with Allen. They fell into a rhythm, rocking together to the chorus of their gasps and moans, mouths on each other more often than not.
They didn’t last long, cumming together. Kanda bit at Allen’s bottom lip as he locked into place within him. Allen spilled between them, returning the favor with a nip of his own. After a moment, he slumped across Kanda’s chest, arms wrapped around his neck.
Kanda wound his arms around Allen’s waist, holding him close as they panted. When they’d mostly regained their breath, Allen kissed him softly.
…..
The sun rose above the horizon as they finally managed to separate. Allen’s heat scent had completely disappeared, so they quickly cleaned and went downstairs for breakfast.
They were sitting close when Johnny and Tiedoll found them, working to adjust to their new mental connection. Allen jumped up as Johnny called to them jovially.
“I’m surprised to find you both in one piece,” he joked, hugging Allen close, “Did you guys run into much trouble?”
Allen glanced over to Kanda with a barely perceptible smirk, likely having felt the jolt of unfamiliar jealousy that ran through Kanda. “Luckily, not much.”
Kanda glanced away quickly, but only found Tiedoll’s keen gaze instead. He wanted to die, already knowing the General would quickly parse out the situation, help from them or not.
“Oh, you’ve got a bandage. Did you get hurt in a fight? Want me to take a look at it?” Johnny asked, pointing to the bandage peaking up passed the collar of Allen’s coat.
“It’s nothing, just a little scratch,” Allen said casually, pulling his hair forward to cover it. This time, Kanda was the one to feel something across the bond. Possessiveness.
Kanda pressed the back of his hand to his mouth to hide his self-satisfied grin, looking out across the fountain they sat near. He glanced up when a hand clapped down on his shoulder.
Tiedoll stood next to him, smiling and wiping a tear from his cheek. “Yu, I’m so happy for you.”
Kanda sneered, but there was less vitriol in his voice than normal when he said, “Go die, old man.”