Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to D Gray Man (Kanda and Krory in the background screams "THANK GOD!") Hehe? (=^.^=)

Warnings! (So sick of them and yet I must post them) Yaoi –sort of- Well hinting at least, Knife/Sword play –If ya don't know it it's a cutting fetish-, S&M, bondage, D's, little humiliation… Did I forget anything? Nope, don't think so! Have fun!

Random PWP

Kanda stalked down the nearly empty hall of the Black Order. His mission had run long from those incompetent Finders messing up the location they were to be deployed to. He glared down anyone that tried to approach him. A smile ghosted past his lips as he reached his door, his tongue peaked out as he unlocked it and entered, making sure it was locked before he turned around to see the man facing away from him held standing by the large chains dangling from the ceiling.

The heavy chains rattled when Krory heard the lock, his body started shaking with anticipation when he felt the swordsman's presence coming closer, even though he couldn't see. "Master?"

"You had a doubt?" Kanda asked as he yanked on the crossed chain, causing the man to whimper at the feel of his wrists and throat being pulled on.

"Would not bode well for me if it were not Master."

"Good slave," the chain was released to let the man breath normally as Kanda moved to rid himself of heavy coat and outer clothes. Krory whimpered it did not go unnoticed by the perceptive swordsman. "Have I left you unsatisfied?"

"Master always satisfies my," Kanda's eyes narrowed at the mechanical tone in the words, he reached to grab a first full of miss matched hair and yanked until the man was nearly bent in half. The slave gasped and gagged as he tried to breath past the collar crushing his larynx. To anyone else it would seem the young swordsman was attempting to hang the struggling man though the prominent bulge between the man's clothed legs spoke otherwise.

"Are you unsatisfied?" Kanda's voice sounded dangerously low as he let Krory straighten enough to draw in breath.

"Never, Master," was spoken with every ounce of emotion running through the shaking man.

"That's a good pet," Krory positively vibrated; Master only ever called him pet when he had done very good and that always resulted in…

"Ah," was moaned out as he felt that blessedly sharp sword slide across his back. "Thank you Master," was whispered as his body continued to buzz with the stinging pleasure of the cut. It was shallow and well placed to leave the skin burning for a time even after the blade was long gone.

"I have a headache, stay quiet," the chain was pulled again, this time Krory tried to keep his limbs from twitching so he wouldn't rattle the chain. "That's a good pet," Krory's body started shuddering on its own as he felt cold sharp metal press against his chest. When the blade pressed harder Krory's mouth opened in a silent scream as it cut deep. The nerves were temporarily deadened by the depth of the cut as blood welled freely. Kanda released the man to let him whimper softly when the nerves caught up with the pain.

"Thank you Master," was whimpered in a broken voice as the man forced himself not to moan and writhe at the still firing nerves. "Does Master wish me to do something for him?"

Kanda smirked, "You already are." He stepped up to run his tongue across the blood soaked chest, rewarding his slave with a soft hum of pleasure at the copper taste.

"I'm glad I could please Master."

"I feel like playing rough," his eyes never missed the shudder that went through the man's body as Kanda ran his tongue once more to taste the red copper that still ran from the deep wound. "Would you like that?"

Krory was still shuddering uncontrollably, he knew he needed to stop or else Kanda might stop their playing. He wanted nothing more than to shout, 'Yes, please, cut me. Bleed me! Never stop!' but he knew his place in this partnership. "Master does as he wishes," he whispered out as he somehow forced himself still.

"Good slave." Krory couldn't help but whimper as he felt the cold blade forced through him. "Hmm," Kanda hummed against his back, the taller man holding perfectly still for fear of cutting internal organs on the skillfully/harmlessly placed blade.

"Master," he panted, trying to hold his breath for fear of crying out in pleasure as it was slowly removed. "Thank you Master."

"I thought you'd scream at that…" Kanda said once he cleaned his sword of lingering blood. "I'll have to try harder."

Krory moaned softly as he felt Master touch him, gasping when Kanda thrust his fingers into the wound. "Do you like that?"

"Yes, Master," the man moaned out as the fingers kept thrusting into the wound.

"It feels tight," Krory's entire body twitched strongly as the boy forced another finger into the tearing wound.

"Use me Master," spilled freely from the man's mouth as he leaned heavily against his bonds, trying to give the smaller Master access to any part of him he desired.

Kanda smirked darkly, he had his pet trained well. His tongue ran across the bloody wound again before he forced four fingers into the growing hole. "Use you? I own you," there was a sickening sound as he pulled at the wound, the skin tearing enough to allow his now bloodied hand to slip into the wound with ease.

Krory came at the wonderful pain firing up his spine, his body shaking as he forced himself to stay quiet. Once the tremors were over his eyes widened, "Master forgive" Krory's head snapped to the left as Kanda struck him across the face. He tumbled to the floor when the chains were suddenly released. "Master," he scurried forward to bow at Master's feet. "Forgive me. Punish me for my unearned release," Krory set his face against Master's feet.

"You're not worth it," the groveling Exorcist was suddenly sprawled across the room when the swordsman's foot connected with the side of his face. Krory was already crawling back to Kanda, he knew the swordsman would be the only 'Master' that would ever understand his sick obsession. "Stop," Kanda suddenly had Mugan's sharp edge tilted up toward the approaching man.

Krory kept moving forward until the blade pressed against his crotch. "Master," he sighed as he lowered his weight onto the sharp edge. Soon the razor's edge was cutting into his suddenly hard cock. His eyes were fluttering with pleasure as he focused all his attention on not cumming, "Master…"

"You don't deserve to cum."

"Make me earn it Master," the blade shifted deeper. God, he was ready to burst, they'd never done anything this wonderfully painful.

"Open up," Krory did as told when Kanda pulled himself from his pants. "Now, be a good vampire and suck it."

Krory's body flinched, he knew he deserved that but it still stung far worse than even the blade cutting deeper into his groin. "Yes Master." He quickly went to work on the hardened organ, licking and slurping at it loudly. Krory knew Kanda loved when he made noise when sucking him, one of the few times Master allowed his slave to be as loud as he wanted to be.

Krory's work was rewarded by one of the few moans Kanda ever made and the edge cutting deeply into his crotch. "Master," he gasped when he pulled back for air. He was instantly choked when Kanda slammed him back onto his cock.

"I said suck not speak." Kanda's lip twitched upward when he felt the man's throat convulse around him and started thrusting his hips. His pet was shaking again, his smirk widened as he lifted the blade higher. He felt the man moan around him while he watched the blood slipping down Mugen's blade to pool on the floor. "Better make me cum quickly. I don't know if I can keep myself from cutting it in half," he felt the man pause in his work, knowing the slave's eyes had to be wide as the throat wrapped around him started quivering. "You want me to, don't you? Such a sick, twisted, slave you are. Should I even leave it attached? Or shall I take the whole thing off and save you the trouble of healing it?"

Krory shook harder as the blade dug even deeper, the swordsman wasn't very far from accomplishing that. The worst part, he honestly didn't know what he wanted. God the wonderful pain, it was driving away what little sanity he had left. "Master…"

"What was that?"

"Master does as Master wishes."

"Good boy." Krory cried out in pain as the blade was raised. He felt warmth splatter him in the face while he knelt there, his body was shaking uncontrollably as he somehow held back the orgasmic pleasure coursing through him "That's a good pet, cum," Krory screamed when he felt his seed burning him as he came.

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Krory woke, as he did after every time they played, curled up on the floor cleaned and bandaged. He looked around and saw Kanda had already been long gone. He remembered something about him saying he had a long mission to go on. He took stock of his wounds. The through and through was a bit under his right shoulder, he'd have to remember that the back was the worse do to Kanda's wonderful worrying at it. He sighed happily when his hand brushed over the well gauzed wound. His chest was no major thing, a little deep from the still present ach he felt but that would just give him something to pet while thinking of their next session.

When Krory's eye traveled south, they landed on a pair of Kanda' training slacks far too short legged for him but they were something to wear until he could change. His tongue ran across his lips in a nervous motion as he pulled the pants away to view the dressings there. He was skillfully wrapped for being an odd place. His fangs worried his lip as he carefully started pulling bits of the gauze aside to see what kind of damage their playing had caused him. He instantly paled and quickly made sure the wrapping was placed back snug. "Thank God it heals… I hope it heals," was whispered a few times as he snuck back to his room.