He'd hoped the interruption would distract her from her aims, but he hadn't been so lucky.

The minute they'd gotten back to her room, she'd proffered the bag, and given him that adorable look again. Why? Why was it impossible to resist her when she gave him that look? He went through the bag, finding a surprisingly broad selection of items. 'How often is she expecting me to do this?' he wondered, as he selected the items that struck him as least horrifying. He selected a midnight blue charmeuse babydoll, trimmed in the finest teardrop black lace with matching knickers. It tied with black ribbon at the front, and complimented with a little gloss on his lips and some black liner round his eyes. His long lashes needed no mascara, and his pale skin was naturally flawless. He slid on a pair of stiletto heels and examined himself in the mirror, surprised at his own reflection, suddenly he could see why Lenalee had wanted this. He didn't look ridiculous, like some big hulking ape in a dress might, nor did the feminine attire undermine his masculinity. It complimented his beautiful face and slim form, while calling attention to his maleness, drawing attention to the distinctly unfeminine bulge in the panties, the effect was unearthly, and stunningly beautiful. His long hair hung like obsidian silk against white skin, and he gave himself a seductive little smile. He looked like some otherworldly spirit of sex, still he blushed, and considered wiping off the makeup, changing back into his uniform, and telling Lenalee he'd been unable to go through with it, but then he imagined the disappointment in those sweet lilac eyes and he couldn't, he simply couldn't. So instead, he stepped towards the door, took a deep breath squared his shoulders, and walked out into Lenalee's bedroom.

When Lenalee looked up and saw him, her jaw dropped. This was better than anything she could ever have imagined. He looked stunning. His glorious androgyny played up by the attire, and the light application of makeup to his face. The high heels made his shapely legs look positively irresistible, and forced a sinful wiggle into his walk. The panties flattered his firm derriere, and slim hips, and the delicate top practically begged to be slipped off to expose more of that alabaster skin.

"Kanda," was all she could say, voice breathy. The look on her face killed the last traces of doubt in his mind. If dressing like this did that to his Lenalee, well he'd do it as much as she wanted. It was only then that his eyes wandered downward from her stunned expression, to what she'd changed into. Her garments were lilac and black, a lacy bra pushing up her milky breasts, exaggerating the curves of her slender form and leaving her perfect midriff on display, matching knickers showcasing the sweet feminine curve of her hips, silk stockings and long slim legs, and each tiny feminine foot encased in a perfect stiletto heel, and last but not least a slim leather collar around her neck decked with a heart shaped padlock. She looked like a porcelain doll, arranged for his pleasure on the bed. His Lenalee was always a beauty, but arrayed like this and all for his benefit he was almost overwhelmed. She was not vain by nature, not one to normally put so much care into looking flawless. She didn't need it, being a natural beauty of the first order, but she'd taken the time, made the effort, and all for him, to give him pleasure.

She looked up at him, from her place on the bed, and there was nothing to do but go to her, and pull her into an adoring embrace. He took her chin in hand, tilting her face up so that he could kiss her, tenderly, cupping the back of her head to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her her arms around his neck, tilting her head to the side as his tongue slipped between her lips. She was so warm in his arms, making soft kittenish noises of pleasure.

"Hmm, so you really like this, huh?" he asked, giving her a wicked grin as his long fingered hands traced over the soft skin of her sides.

She looked up at him, blushing, and nodded. He was almost surprised by the way she reacted. Lenalee wasn't usually so shy, wasn't usually so pliant. Kanda licked his lips. He'd caused this, and that sent a pleasant shudder of lust down his spine.

"You look so perfect," she said, drawing back for a moment to stare at him in awe, touching his cheek lightly as if to reassure herself that he was real, and this wasn't some wonderful wonderful dream she was having.

He chuckled. "I'm real, love," he said with a smirk. She blushed. His sudden confidence just made the effect more intense. He was so stunning like this, it was almost unbearable. She whimpered, too overwhelmed to know how to proceed with exquisite creature before her.

He grinned wolfishly, hungry eyes roving over her slender form, laid out deliciously on the bed before him.

He parted her legs, fingers sliding up those flawless thighs. She arched her back slightly, letting out the softest gasped of pleasure, her arms wrapping round his neck.

"I love you," she said softly, her fingers tangling in the silken onyx mane, drawing a soft gasp of pleasure from his glossy lips.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her close, so that she could feel his arousal pressed against her. Her eyes widened, and she moaned softly.

"Please," she whispered, and heat flooded him. How could he resist that? He growled, sliding her knickers off with one hand as he bent his head to suck her neck, rough, biting, sure to leave impressive marks (she's have to wear a scarf around her brother for quite some time but lord it was worth it.) She arched, her nails digging into his shoulder's as she threw her head back, moaning his name. "Fuck," she cried, back arching as he sucked on the lobe of her ear. He felt a rush of possessive animalistic passion. Normally he wasn't like this, but the way she looked at him, the awe in those violet eyes made him ache to claim her. He grabbed her, yanking her towards him, silky skin, and raven hair.

"You are MINE," he growled low into her ear, and her eyes widened again, as she arched up against him, writhing. It wasn't usual for her. Lenalee tugged wantonly at his knickers.

"Yuu, please," she said, her voice taking on a note of desperation. He laughed darkly.

"You want something?" he purred, words whispered into her ear, so that his hot breath on her sensitized skin drew another little gasp.

"Y-yeah," she murmured softly. He gazed into her eyes.

"What?" he said, a wicked smile forming on his features.

"Kanda," she whined, a pleading note in her voice.

"Come on, love," he purred, "You can do better than that."

"Kanda... please, I need you inside me," she gasped, wantonly.

That was what he needed to here, grabbing his cock and sliding into her tight wet heat. She was perfect around him, her legs splayed wide and her back arching wantonly. Her nails digging hard into his shoulders. He grabbed her hips, setting up a punishing rhythm.

"Lena... fuck," he groaned fingers twining in her dark hair, pulling her head to the side to trail bites and kisses down her silken neck. She was heaven in his arms, and he was glorious midnight in the delicate negligee with fire in his eyes as he reached to pin her wrists, possessing her, claiming her as his own.

She clutched at him, never having felt so thoroughly owned. In that moment she knew that her place in the universe was with him between her legs. They were a matched set, sword and sheath. He held her hips, driving into her as she moaned sweetly. Passion was a fire that threatened to consume him completely, he looked down at her eyes blazing. He wanted to invade her, claim her completely.

Her body clutched at him, and she whimpered needly with every rough thrust. This was exactly what she'd wanted, somehow the way the attire highlighted his beauty merely added to the sense of power. She gave herself to him, there was something potent in the mixture of feminine beauty and masculine strength that Kanda presented her with.

Pleasure shook her world, in this moment the millennium earl and the mess of the outside world were distant, all that mattered was Kanda. Sensation shimmered through her, drawing gasps of wanton pleasure from her kiss reddened lips. He needed her, buried himself in her to the hilt and found it was still not enough and so he thrust in again.

She was animalistic, wild under him, and he took the hint with pleasure grabbed her by the hair and flipping her over, dragging her onto all fours. He slapped her rear, and she yelped in delight, back arching. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, flesh against flesh, gasps and moans like silk ribbons, his nails in her skin.

"Nh-" she gasped as he slammed into her, hitting her core with every thrust. He grabbed her hips and dragged her against him, taking her, claiming her.

"That's right," he purred, pulling her hair, "I know exactly how to turn you on, you filthy little slut."

She groaned, clenching around him eagerly.

"Kanda... fuck," she whimpered, clawing at the bed,

He loved the way she wiggled. He'd never seen her like this. Normally she was quieter, more restrained, making soft sweet little noises and clinging to him while she arched on the bed, but tonight she was utterly unrestrained. He loved the hellcat he'd released, and Yu realized with a delicious shudder of pleasure that she liked it rough and he found that he liked giving it to her. He let out all the dark impulses he usually suppressed. He was as violent as he was in battle, hips mo ving fluid and unrestrained.

He didn't realize how long he'd needed this, fiery passionate release, but he was getting it, spiraling closer to the inexpressible high of climax.

His fingers found their way between her legs, stroking her. Pleasure enrobed her like gossamer, electric pleasure trembling over her skin.

"K-Kanda," she whimpered, and he growled.

"Say my name again, slut," he demanded, landing another harsh smack on her ass, as he massaged the heat between her legs, knowing exactly how to drive her to the edge but deny her orgasm.

"Yuu," she cried, "Yuu... please."

He knew what she wanted, but he took pleasure in driving her wild, dressed like this he found he was wilder and yet more self controlled. He could resist, focus entirely on pushing her past the edge.

"You can do better than that, love," he purred, voice smooth as silk and exquisitely chilly, and she shuddered, last shred of self control vanishing. She was hot and cold and lost to pleasure,

"I need it, please, Kanda let me come," she begged, breaking beautifully, "i'll do anything, please." She turned her head to look at him, violet eyes pleading, and he could no longer resist her. The chilly facade broke and he flipped her over, grabbing her by the hair and kissing her fiercely, teeth clashed, and the shock was good, bitten lips and wrestling tongues. He stroked faster, god she was so wet, dripping, soaked, and all for him. He loved it, loved seeing what he'd done to her, the flushed cheeks, and glassy eyes.

"Come for me," he ordered, whispering rough and passionate into her ear, and she could tell by his ragged voice he was close, but the thought was but a moment and then she was coming, pleasure taking her consciousness, muscles tensing, her back arching taut as the string of a bow.

Her inner muscles clutched him, as she embraced him, digging her nails into his back. It was too much, the sweet dirty angel writhing beneath him, and he came, screaming her name, thrusting savagely into her slender body, filling her. He'd never had anything feel so absolutely perfect, so right. He released everything, all the pent up emotion from battle, and collapsing atop her panting. She looked at him, stunned, dazed.

"Kanda," she said, "you're amazing," and he smiled, and stroked her hair.

"I'm keeping the lingerie, love."