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I don't own anything, which means that I do not own DGM. If I did, it wouldn't be as good as it is now.
Warning, this is rainbow material, so if you do not like it do not read it, just close the window. For those who tend to enjoy it, please read on.
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Bak was frustrated. No, not with his work, and not with Fo, and not with not being able to be with Lenalee. He was frustrated. Yes, frustrated. He didn't know how to deal with it…. He did, but he was sick and tired of the same thing. A knock on his door was what brought him out of his… thoughts.
"Bak?" Allen popped his head in and gave him a wave.
"Komui gave me these to hand to you. Not too sure what they are though. He said that there was a letter inside explaining everything." The British (?) boy said as he walked into the room (Bak's office… does he have one?? I forgot…) and handed the thick envelope to him. Bak studied the folder for a moment, then his gaze went up to Allen. Smile graced his lips.
"Walker, come over here for a moment." He said as he stood up and pointed to the space next to him. Puzzled, the scarred boy walked over to where Bak was standing.
"Bak, what's wron- Mnph!(?)"
Bak had pulled Allen into a kiss, his hands grasping his collar to make sure that the boy would not wriggle away. After a moment he released the exorcist who took a few staggering steps backwards.
"…. Wait what??" Allen said, confused. Bak merely grinned at his expression before pinning him down onto his desk (which Allen was leaning on for support) and began to trail kisses down his pale and slender neck.
"Ba-Bak… what are you… angh… n-no, this… isn't right…"
The snowy-haired boy couldn't struggle. His knees went weak and his mind was blank. His body felt hot all over and didn't know what to do.
"Allen…" Bak whispered, letting his lips brush over the soft skin. The boy underneath shivered. He felt a hand slide up his shirt and tease him. A tangled cry escaped his throat, immediately regretting it. 'Wha-what am I saying?? I need to get… ah….' He couldn't finish his thoughts, instead, he let his body go limp as the older man above him continued to toy with him.
Bak began to undo the buttons that kept Allen's attire together. Once it was off he let his tongue circle around an erected nub while his hand worked on the other.
"A-aah… s-stop… this is… haa… Bak… please…" The boy begged, but the other just smiled and kissed the middle of his chest.
"But Allen, do you really want me to stop?" He asked as his un-occupied hand trailed down to the waistband of Allen's trousers and slipped inside. And as soon he brushed his fingers against Allen's arousal the boy gave a jolt.
"Ah! No… Bak sto… p…" He couldn't get the words out right. The things that Bak was doing to him were making things difficult. Soon he felt his fingers wrap around him, sliding up and down. Allen bit down on his lip and curled his toes inside of his shoes. He didn't want it. He didn't want any of it.
"Allen…" Bak whispered again. He looked into the smaller boy's eyes, hazed over with lust and confusion.
"You're too cute for your own good." He murmured as he pressed his lips against Allen's, earning a muffled moan from the boy. As his hands began to undo his trousers he slid his tongue across his bottom lip, asking for an entrance. No entrance. But Bak had a few tricks up his sleeve. Giving Allen's erection a squeeze he got the boy to gasp out in pleasure. Taking the chance, he slipped his tongue in and tasted. He never thought that the boy would taste so sweet. 'Must be Jeryy's cooking…' He thought. His hands slid up to the top, and with his index finger he teased Allen's overflowing tip, earning another moan.
Trembling hands grasped onto his shoulders as he continued to kiss and play. But the exorcist's legs began to tighten around his waist and after a few more tweaks he cried out before falling limp.
"Allen…" He whispered and brushed his lips against the shell of his ear.
"B-Bak…"
"Hm?"
"Why… did you…?" He asked in a whisper. Bak closed his eyes for a moment.
"Because you're too cute Walker." He replied after a while. Leaning down he gave the exorcist a sweet, deep kiss that lasted about ten seconds before pulling away. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him. The boy murmured a 'Thank you' and took it, cleaning himself up. Looking away the older man glanced over at the forgotten envelope and picked it up. Curious, he began to open it, but Allen stopped him.
"Bak… is this going to happen again?"
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My second D Gray Man Fic. I was reading this story called 'Splitting Sky,' and it had slight BakxAllen which got me thinking. What would happen if Bak took it out on our beloved Allen? Hope you liked it!
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