Blood

Chapter 13

It wasn't pleasant, being restrained in the dungeons of the Black Order headquarters. Allen was annoyed that there was a dungeon in the first place. A place he called home, he found a place he belonged in, it had a prison in it? How frustrating. At least he had Timcanpy for support. Even if Timcanpy had somehow grown even bigger than Allen was. An odd change but not unwelcome as it allowed Allen something to lean on that wasn't stone walls.

The events at the North American branch had been disastrous. The Alma Karma incident left the headquarters destroyed and most of its employees dead. Allen sent Alma and Kanda to a faraway place to keep them from being bothered anymore but it left him to take a lot of heat. Again, he was a traitor. Again, questions he couldn't answer. Again, the morality of the Black Order was brought into question. And he didn't like it.

It had been a few days. He had his own secrets to keep and the higher ups would have none of that. Mindful of this fact, Allen had been turning down meal after meal, wary of what truth serums or other foreign substances may have been put in his food. A fast metabolism, voracious appetite, and a defiant attitude did not mix well and left the boy very irritable. However, there were few to take his irritation out on. His only visitors were the brief food deliveries and someone would come down every now and then to ask him the same questions that he wouldn't answer.

He missed his friends.

He missed his co-workers.

He missed Jerry's cooking.

He missed Rhode.

Rhode.

Again, her role in the war had been blurred as she had pleasantly accompanied her fellow apostles on their crusade to bring out the 14th yet she had shown her support for Allen inside the visions of Kanda's memories once again when she helped prevent his mind from being lost. Then again, she was a selfish little thing who may have only been doing it to play with Allen a bit longer. All the time he had shared with the little Noah and he still couldn't figure her out all the way.

As he sat in his cell with his enlarged golem, bound with seals as usual, he couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Did she know of his predicament? Was she avoiding him for the Earl's sake? Where was her mind during all this? He sighed and flopped his full weight against the similarly-bound Timcanpy only to find that he was...oddly soft.

And squeaky.

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The letters were spelled out on his back hurriedly with what was most likely a finger. As far as Allen knew, what Timcanpy had that could be counted as fingers couldn't reach his back and weren't nearly as slender as the digit running along his spine.

Leaning forward and looking back, Allen was greeted with a familiar spiky coif. Not so much a familiar grin, though, but most certainly a familiar pout.

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Allen frowned and opened his mouth to protest but was quickly foiled by a small, gray hand. The Noah placed a finger to her lips then gestured her head towards the door.

Right, he thought to himself, Guards. I suppose that was obvious enough.

The white-haired boy nodded as the girl removed her hand. Her face finally softened into a smile.

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Allen stifled a laugh and rolled his eyes before nodding. The thought struck him that he was simply feeding her ego. He didn't mind, though. It was true, he did miss her. Not simply her presence, as he had it a few days ago, but her company. A few days ago held too much turmoil, too much chaos, too much happening at one time to actually be with her. It was more simply being in the same place at the same time. This, however, was being together. Something he most certainly missed.

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Rhode smirked. She would. She had a certain grasp of power at the moment. She had chosen his back as a writing board and had done so very deliberately. To see her, he had to crane his neck. He couldn't respond to her verbally or he would alert the guards outside of her presence and he couldn't reach his free arm around to her own back to respond. Putting him through discomfort for the sake of simply looking upon her, taking away his voice, having the power to decide how communication was taking place. It felt good to have this much power.

Allen, however, remained oblivious to this. He was happy. This company was enough for him. There had been little that went his way lately. Her smiling face and the touch of her finger on his back was a small oasis in a blistering desert. A temporary respite with little comfort and a short duration. But it was nothing to complain about. He'd take the abuse, the power hunger, the conniving little rat, for this small break from the harsh reality of his situation.

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Too much. Allen turned around completely and placed a finger on the small girl's forehead. The confused look on her face was worth whatever would come to him after he began to trace his own letters.

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Again, Rhode pouted. She quickly jabbed her finger against Allen's cheek and pressed her finger hard to his face as she traced her message.

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A competitive spirit had flared up in both of them. Rhode's neck was next.

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Allen's chest.

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Rhode's stomach.

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The return to Allen's cheek.

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Allen smiled with a hint of deviousness. Rhode had shown a sign of weakness that perhaps even she missed. If he didn't capitalize, he would lose his advantage. He traced his finger down to her waist.

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It hit her. She had fallen far behind. The battle had gone somewhere she wasn't expecting and the arrogant adolescent with a charming smile saw it before she did. She needed a boost and she needed it quick. Her hands dived down.

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Allen blinked in surprise. He managed to repress the urge to squirm as she traced her fingers along the front of both of his thighs but he still sat there with a bewildered look on his face. She grinned. And then she continued.

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There are certain facts in life about the nature of a fifteen year-old boy. They have mischievous tendencies. They're quick to frustration. They take pride in their abilities.

Inappropriate touching has a certain effect on them.

No longer using it to trace letters, Allen slowly brought his hand up to touch the soft skin of the gray girl's face and caressed it lightly.

"Or else what?" his mouth spoke with no voice but with great volume. The question wasn't what it seemed. It wasn't a question of what she would do but how she would do it. But he wanted to "hear" the answer anyway, regardless of how it was "spoken." The game had become more than a challenge. Allen had lost sight of who was winning or losing. Instead, his sights were more focused, the girl before him had become the direct target of his attention.

Responding in kind, her lips moved slowly, deliberately. Not the answer Allen had expected. He wouldn't complain.

"I'll..."

"show..."

"you."

The distance was closed rather quickly. It had been some time. A lot of time. And yet that long time ended in such a quick, deft move. It would have led to an interesting thought process had Allen not decided to clear his head and focus on the small frame currently pressing itself against his body and the lips that were currently latched to his own. It was quite preferable to thinking at the moment.

Allen's left arm was fastened tightly to his torso by his bindings. This frustrated Rhode for a number of reasons. She couldn't remove his top even though she did so enjoy seeing as much of his delicious flesh as possible. The thick bandages and seals around it kept a certain amount of distance between her and her lover's warmth. And she couldn't feel the usual tingle from making contact with the Innocence possessing that sacred left arm. She would simply have to make due.

Soft, gray hands slid down Allen's cheeks, down his arms and sides, returning to his previously writ-on thighs. It was there they rested as their owner released the kiss so that she might drag more across his cheek, down his neck, and across his collarbone as she dipped her body ever lower. Moving past the bound arm and covered torso, she brought herself to his waist. Slowly, she slid her hands up to the hem of his pants. She heard a slight grunt when she gripped them and pulled down slowly, pulling a certain hardened length with them before the pressure caused it to release itself back into place.

Allen had been curious as to how Rhode planned to "show him," considering she wasn't the quietest when it came to reaching her own carnal highs and silence was certainly key here. Not to mention the awkward movements that would be brought about by his various bindings and seals. He wasn't prepared for the idea that it would be more of a service than he thought as the lips that were only recent attached to his own slowly wrapped around his elongated member.

Rhode had no experience in the action she was currently engaged in. She had little knowledge and only a slight understanding of how to do what she was doing. All she could go on was what motion she made and what reaction it garnered from the boy she had taken the opportunity to fellate. A motion of the tongue along the underside seemed to get the best one. She would grin would it not cause incredible harm to Allen so she simply continued as she dragged her tongue, slowly, from base to tip along Allen's erection, eliciting a shudder and gasp from the white-haired exorcist.

Allen cursed his restrained arm as he placed his free hand on Rhode's spiky locks. It felt incredibly irritating, being unable to do anything with his hand when he wanted nothing more than to touch, to feel, to place his hands wherever he could reach on the body giving him so much undeniable pleasure. He could hardly keep his right hand still and yet he was forced to with his left. He would simply have to make due. Though in the end, it mattered not what he would do with his hands, all he wanted at the moment was for the small creature at his nethers to continue what she was doing.

Rhode continued her ministration, burying the organ deeper into her mouth as she brought a hand to the sack below it and fondled it lightly, caressing it almost lovingly. She enjoyed the quiet noises being made by her lover and she most certainly gained no small amount of joy when she felt the hand leave her head so its owner could place a finger firmly between his teeth to prevent himself from making even more noise. Right now, alerting the guards would be a death sentence. A Noah between his legs, fellating him and...was she touching herself? Indeed, Rhode's own free hand had found itself under her skirt and was gently sliding along her own sex, none too gently. It was undeniable to Rhode that this act was amazingly arousing to her. The sounds and reactions garnered from her increasingly submissive lover were part of it but another part was a sense of power over him. She had control of his pleasure and he had none over her own as her own body was ever so slightly out of reach. It had been too much for her to do nothing about, leading her to begin to touch herself.

Pleasure built steadily as Rhode's ministrations continued. It was not only his pleasure arousing Rhode but the girl's pleasure arousing him as well. The fact that her actions upon him were arousing her was...strangely exciting. He couldn't fathom what it was but it didn't matter. Whatever it was, it made the sensation of her mouth along his penis all the more incredible. He silently cursed himself as he felt his orgasm approaching. He didn't want this to end. He wanted more. He wanted her to continue as long as he could but he knew the best moment would be the worst as it would signal the end. At the same time, he wanted it. He silently demanded that release. He wanted her to bring him to that peak so he could feel that experience that only she could or would bring him and use the resulting substance to...dare he think it, mark her. Call it his masculine nature or what have you, he was filled with an overwhelming possessive desire as he approached his climax.

And then it happened. With a tight grip, a powerful suction, and a sudden push, both of them achieved their simultaneous orgasm. Rhode shuddered deeply as she rode her extensive orgasm as Allen's seed shot into her mouth. Along her tongue, across her mouth, and down her throat he came. It was a strange sensation. Perhaps it was her own orgasm heightening her senses but there was a strange feel to the substance shooting into her mouth. The sensation more pleasant than the taste, to be certain. Regardless, she found the entire experience very enjoyable.

Allen's own orgasm was intense. Not the same sensation as when he connected much more intimately to his beloved Noah but quite pleasurable nonetheless. It was a new sensation, one that was not to be ignored. In a way, it was more erotic. She had willingly taken his hardened cock into such a carefully maintained part of the body and brought him to immeasurable heights and had taken the results as well. He would have wondered who truly held the power were his mind not completely blown away from the power of his climax. And yet...

Rhode leaned her head back long enough to swallow the evidence of their act. She followed it with a devious grin at Allen and made the look in her eye quite clear.

She dipped her head down again.

To Be Continued...

Hello again. I hate trying to edit these stupid documents properly.