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Krory swallowed hard, air seeming to turn solid in his throat and he tried again to clear his throat. He had been at the Order for months now and he was starting to get that damnable itch again. He was watching, judging those around him while he interacted and befriended the Exorcists and scientists that wouldn't flinch away from his smile. He even befriended a few that did at first, them having realized he's as fierce as a kitten of catnip when his Innocence wasn't active, it's when it was that even the boys that brought him there became worried.

"Morning Krory." "Hey Count," a few of the scientists, Reever he could name the other was a newer face to him called as they crossed paths, he smiled softly and nodded back. Komui was a good candidate but he was worried that the man might take some liberties with his person if he told him about his odd itch. He shook his head, he'd already shrugged off Komui because of the man's soft eyes. Even when the man was torturing, uh fixing, you he still had soft eyes that said he was sorry about what he had to do.

"There you are Count," Allen smiled at him from their normal spot at the table within the cafeteria, he returned the smile as he waved good morning before he went to get his food. The boy wasn't even on his list of possible, he was too kind hearted and unless it involved cards the boy didn't have a single mean bone in his being.

"Morning Krochan," Lavi said with a yawn, he unintentionally leaned against the younger Exorcist when his head rolled on his shoulders.

"Lavi, I'm not a pillow," Allen shoved him and the boy shook his head before resting it on table and fell into a light sleep.

"Did you not sleep well?" Krory smiled softly, Lavi was out too. The rabbit was one for taunts and teases but he couldn't see the boy actually wishing harm to anyone outside of a fight. Even when they had been on opposite sides the red head had still tried to get him to back down before he had actually fought to his full ability.

"My mission had me change my sleep schedule… I'll be fine in a few days," was grumbled into the table.

Krory chuckled and shook his head. He hadn't had many missions since joining the Order. He may not be itching so damn much if he had. "So, how have you been Count?" His attention was drawn back to the younger boy, he shrugged. "Been adjusting well I hope," he nodded softly, not really in the mood to speak but then so long alone or only with one other tended to have you quiet with others and speaking when alone.

"Baka!" The three jolted and looked over to see the swordsman's Soba had been spilled all over him when one of the Finders hadn't been able to dodge around the boy. There was a panicked clattering when the sword was drawn. Krory's eyes shimmered at the sight of the swordsman. Him, he was the one. If he was willing to threaten bodily harm over something as miniscule as food…

"Hey," Allen was suddenly in front of the armed and angered swordsman. "Kanda it was an accident! Put it away," something flashed in the dark haired boy's eyes, Allen planted his feet in case of attack.

Krory watched the two boys; he could nearly see the tension between them as he licked his lips at the possibilities. He had to have him. The boy, Kanda, he was the one he'd been looking for.

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Krory stood in the hall, trying to keep himself from pacing as he waited for the swordsman. He dug his nails into his arms as he crossed them, the stinging causing his mind to focus on exactly why he was there in the first place. "Kanda," he squeaked out when he saw the dark haired swordsman coming down the hall. The boy's head tilted up at his name, his eyes narrowed at the otherwise unknown man. Krory couldn't help but give that unsure pathetic smile as he watched the swordsman blink at him.

"Oh, you're that vampire… Krory, get out of my way," Kanda tried to step past him, Krory closed his eye and stepped in the boy's path. "Baka, get out of my way!" Kanda's anger faltered a moment with the look he was getting from the tall man; it seemed something that would be seen on the face of a man with a death wish.

"No." Kanda blinked at those mirthful eyes.

"Gr," Kanda didn't like being the but of someone's joke. There was a flash of light before Krory was forced to the side, Kanda's blade buried in his chest, just missing his lungs and heart. "I warned…" Kanda's words faded when he looked up to see lust filled dark eyes shimmering down at him. He blinked, confused, he didn't like being confused.

"More," Kanda stepped back, Krory caught his sword hand before he could pull Mugen free, "No, stay. More."

"What the fuck are you doing you damn baka!?!" Kanda actually flinched when he felt the taller man start twisting the blade still buried in his chest, a moan was heard. He looked up to see Krory's eyes flutter back as he gasped for breath. "You sick fuck, let go!"

Krory frowned, his eyes opening hazily as he looked down at the still furious Exorcist. "I made a mistake," Mugen was suddenly pulled free, and Kanda watched the wounded man stalk away. Was he… crying?

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Krory got back to his room, fumbled with the damn lock until he wanted to kick in the door. It opened and he went in, forgetting to lock it as he kicked it closed while he slid off his damaged shirt. He was so hard from the still lingering pain he couldn't help but palm himself while he pressed against the seeping hole in his chest. He shouldn't have done that, he thought even as he started stroking himself through his pants, he'd never feel that wonderful blade again. "Ah," he moaned out as he fingered at the wound, blood soaking into his gloves while his other hand somehow fumbled his hard cock free of his pants. "Hmm," he whimpered as he dug his nails into his erection, the pain pushing him closer. "Ah!" his head fell back as he slid his claws into the wounded shoulder, slicing to make the blade wound larger while he stroked himself with his sharp nails. His pace increased when the bleeding caused his hand to slide easier across the pained organ. That wonderful blade, his mind showing him images of what could be done with it. "Ah!" Krory gasped when his nails slid across his chest while his pace never once slowed as he pumped the throbbing organ, the whole time his mind tricking him into thinking it was that sure handed swordsman causing his pain. "AH!" He whined and writhed on his bed as his nails slid lower, leaving long red gashes across his abs while his hand moved quicker. He was so close he could feel his balls tightening into him, his eyes opened blindly when the imagined sword slid seductively over his thigh to rest against the tightening orbs. "Please," Krory's head tilted back as his nails dug deep into his sack, "KANDA!"

Kanda stared down, wide-eyed at the bloody mess that was the man calling his name. He was orgasming and calling his name… He blinked hard and looked again at the man panting to catch his breath as he recovered. "Krory?"

Krory blinked, lust blind eyes searching until the orgasmic haze left him staring up at a confused swordsman. "Uh," he flinched, blushing as he tried to grab something to cover his damaged body. "Uh," he couldn't help but stare wide eyed and hide behind his bangs while he sat up and pulled the bloodied bedclothes up to cover what he could.

"Krory…" Krory flinched when there was force behind his name, as if demanding an explanation.

"I," Krory couldn't look up at the boy. He doubted he'd ever look at the boy again without blushing. Why hadn't he remembered to lock the door?! He couldn't have dealt with the boy judging him a freak from their encounter but this… this was something else entirely! "I…"

"You're a Masochist," Kanda finished, the swordsman sighed, his shoulders relaxing visibly.

"Masochist?" Krory's head tilted in confusion.

Kanda's jaw dropped, "You don't know what a Masochist is?!"

Krory winced, "No…?"

Kanda closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You were looking for a S and didn't even know you were a M. Baka vampire!" Krory flinched, and ducked his head. "That's why you grabbed Mugen. You wanted to ask me to hurt you."

"Yes," Krory said in a breathy voice. "Hurt me," his eyes shimmered as that lusty pleading showed in them.

Kanda started chuckling; it was dark and sent a chill running down Krory's spine straight to his groin. "That's a Masochist." Krory sighed happily when the boy suddenly had him by his hair, pulling his head back at an uncomfortably painful angle. If he could breathe he'd be moaning it felt so good. "And this is a Sadist."

Krory's mouth opened, trying to moan and plead for more but he couldn't breathe past the angle his neck was held. He got out a choking sound. Kanda's brow rose as he let the man draw breathe, "Ah, more, please Kanda."

"Rule one. I am Master. You are slave," Krory could only nod, wanting the boy to keep hurting him. "Good boy," Krory cried out in pleasure when that blade struck him.