Title: Frequency in Measures (Part I)
Rated: R
Pairing: KandaxAllen
Comments: For theme set I at the lj community, centi-porn.

Sweat

It’s how Allen never concedes (in arguments aboard trains with cracked leather seats; in alleys hunting akuma, boots clicking against cobblestones; in anything-but-friendly spars turned duels turned brawls). How Allen, when cornered, will sink his teeth into the fingers reaching for his neck and use that second’s advantage to sweep Kanda’s legs out from under him. How Allen knows desperation in the sweat he blinks out of his eyes and the way he sways when he stands.

It’s how others look at Allen like he’s their fucking savior. Kanda sneers at all of it and kisses Allen like the world is ending.

Tongue

Despite that it’s usually full to bursting with food, Allen Walker knows how to use his mouth for more than that infamous poker-faced smile.

He crawls into Kanda’s lap, legs braced at either side, and snatches Kanda’s hand mid-motion as Kanda is reaching for the light switch. He draws Kanda’s fingers between his lips, one at a time, tongue sliding over knuckles and smooth calluses. He pulls back, smiles sweetly, and drags his teeth over the tip of Kanda’s index finger.

Kanda’s breath grows thin, his eyes narrow, and he wonders where Allen learned to make a man’s pulse quicken.

Compromise

When Kanda slips away to steal a few moments of quiet meditation, he is less than pleased to find Allen waiting outside his room.

He takes exception that the idiot seems to think Kanda leaving the library and the others’ company is an invitation. He also takes exception to Allen’s hair and his eye and his obscene arm and the way Allen leans back against the wall, hips angled just so.

So instead of sending him away, Kanda opens his door. If the idiot is going to encroach on his meditation, then Kanda will find a different way to relax.

Gaze

Kanda feels stifled. Allen hovers over him, completely still, his side outlined in candlelight, fuzzy shades of gray like a photograph. Pale eyes trace the shadows nestled in the angles of Kanda’s skin. Kanda shifts his lower body, impatient.

He kicks at the blankets and they slide to the floor. Then he reaches out and grips the back of Allen’s neck to tug him down. Allen makes a sound against his mouth, thin and needy, and his fingers card through Kanda’s hair.

Kanda pulls back, catches Allen’s gaze again. He leans away and blows out the candle on the nightstand.

Button

As exorcists, they’ve learned to live in moments. Kanda’s, defined by each jagged line inked into his skin and the slow decay of a flower behind glass. He doesn’t know how Allen measures his life, whether by battles or scars or those stretches of morning lethargy when Allen’s mind is still caught between dreams and memories.

Kanda doesn’t much care.

Seconds and scenery converge in unsteady breaths, nails scoring uniform sleeves, Allen curled around him, body jerking, Kanda’s hands ripping at engraved buttons, which he quickly tosses aside. This is just another passing moment and he doesn’t need a souvenir.

TBC

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