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Theme: Off the Maps
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The pale form flitted between the trees, his white cloak clasped firm around his shoulders, his footsteps light, making no sound even as they ghosted across the leaf strewn ground that soon became white with frost in his wake, as did the trunks of the trees he passed. The full moon shone high above, her beautiful rays shining down between the thin canopy of leaves, her light seemingly drawn to him, setting his pale hair and fair alabaster skin alight with pale flame beneath the cloak.
But he paid no heed, too focused on his current mission to truly care whether anyone but the moon and trees noticed him, even though he knew caution was one of the few things that had kept him alive this long, one of the only things that had kept him from getting caught long before now.
He already knew the trees did, that they didn't approve of what he was doing, that only the moon with her pale rays could be trusted. She didn't care, didn't care that he was breaking the laws of his family, didn't care that he was seeking out the enemy for a purpose other than battle and death, didn't care about anything he was doing now.
If she did, she would have long ago put a stop to these nights, would have stopped being full and bright on the nights they planned to meet, would have stopped her rays from shining on him just as brightly as they always had, or at least dimmed her light, and he took the fact that she hadn't as a sign of approval, or at least the icy indifference she had always been known for where others were concerned.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the trees began to thin and his pace slowed, the frost that appeared from each step in his wake spreading to coat the tree's bark and low hanging leaves as he exited the forest's edge, entering their clearing.
The spot was secluded, one only he and the one he sought knew of, a fact that he was more than just grateful for.
Wild flowers lay splayed across the ground before him, but his gaze was focused on the opposite edge, locked and searching for the one he was here to see, silently praying that he wasn't too late, that the other hadn't grown tired of waiting for him.
His heart fell when he found no sign, only to rise again as a shadow in the trees opposite him moved, exiting the edge just as he had done.
The figure was taller than he by a few inches, a cloak black as night hiding their features from view just as his did for him. He smiled and took several steps into the clearing, and the figure did the same, lowering the black hood as he approached.
Frost formed quickly in the whitette's wake, covering the grass and flowers he passed with a thin sheen of white, just as shadows writhed in the other's, leaving all he'd passed in a blanket of gray and black, seemingly untouched by even the moon's pure rays.
"Took you long enough," The other said as the white haired came to a stop in the middle of the clearing, "I was starting to wonder if you wouldn't come."
"Why wouldn't I?" the younger asked, eyes raking up and down the other's form, the form he hadn't seen I a month, though it felt like it had been eons.
His dark hair hung loose around his shoulders for once, rather than caught in its usually strict binds, deep cobalt eyes writhing with a mixture of shadow and starlight, so resembling endless pools reflecting the night sky.
He didn't wait for an answer before taking a slow step towards him, coming to stand right in front of him with no more than a few inches in between. He looked up into his eyes as his hands hesitantly rose to rest on his clothed chest, watching for a reaction as the frost slowly spread across the black expanse of cloth only to start melting and renewing its struggle as the dark-haired's natural heat reached it. Closing the rest of the distance when he found no sign of disapproval in the other's eyes, he allowed his head to come to rest against the well-muscled chest, feeling the other's heart beating strong within, "I missed you."
The other's arms slowly came up to wrap around the smaller's shoulders, holding him close and being careful to touch only cloth. "You too," He grumbled lowly, reluctantly as he rested his chin on the pale hood that hid the locks of snowy white from his view, "Moyashi."
The boy pulled back after a few moments and looked up at him from beneath the hood, a look f mild annoyance clear in silver eyes, "That's not my name, Kanda."
The raven-haired smirked, bringing one hand up to brush a few strands of snowy hair from the younger males face, ignoring the cold of the pale frost that quickly formed on the tips of his fingers, spreading from where they touched the hair and flesh of his should-be enemy, "You sure? 'Cause I think it could be. It certainly suits you well enough."
His smirk broadened and his other hand came up to push the hood of the younger's cloak down, fully revealing the smaller male's features. His lips sparkled faintly with a thin blanket of frost and his skin was pale, luminescent, almost glowing as though it held the same light as the moon his people regarded as a deity. Only a small area seemed to be lacking the light, the area where a faint gray shadow had begun to spread from around Kanda's touch, steadily growing darker and larger the longer the contact was maintained.
He cupped Allen's cheek, leaning down when he found no sign of disapproval in the silver eyes. He paused when their lips were less than an inch apart, breath, one chilled and laced with the cold of winter, the other warm with the very heart of summer, mingling in the small space between them, giving each a chance to prepare for what was to come even though all Allen wanted was for it to come.
And then the distance was gone and he wasn't sure who had closed it.
The sensation that sparked through him as flame met ice and light met shadow was undeniable. This sensation, this feeling as ice and shadow, and warmth and light slowly spread from one to the other had once been painful, had once been something they'd sever after a scant few moments. Only the smallest shred of something else they couldn't quite name had been hidden within. But, even if it had been miniscule, buried beneath discontent and pain, it had been enough to keep him coming back for more.
And now the pain was almost nonexistent, overrun almost completely by something they still failed to name.
He felt Kanda's tongue slide gently along the crease of his lips, the warm muscle easily melting what remained of the thin sheen of frost that coated the skin, and he slowly allowed them to part, granting the other the access he craved.
Kanda didn't hesitate a moment before taking advantage, pressing forward till his tongue met the other's own, breath hitching at the icy air that made its way from the other's mouth to his own, making his throat sting with the cold before his own heat managed to push it back.
A soft sound escaped Allen's throat and Kanda quickly moved to pull back, only to be stopped by the arms that wrapped securely around his neck, pulling him close as the other's tongue moved to brush against his. He froze at the biting cold before wrapping one arm around Allen's slim waist, the other winding around his back, pulling his body tight to his own as he deepened the kiss.
The air around them changed, charging with warmth and chill so intricately laced and linked that neither could truly overrun the other no matter how hard they tried. Kanda felt the distinct bite as a thin sheet of frost began to coat his lips and cheeks, spreading and thickening the longer he maintained the contact, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Not with the way Allen's arms encircled his neck in an icy embrace that somehow made his body tingle with an unidentified warmth that mixed and writhed within the dreaded chill. He knew he should have hated it, should have despised and cursed it with every fiber of his being, with every flame and shadow that flowed through his veins alongside his own blood.
But he didn't.
He'd tried, oh gods had he tried, but ever since that first fleeting accidental brush of lips he'd become addicted to this chill and he knew Allen was no different when it came to his heat, his warmth, his fire.
He finally forced them to part, separating from Allen's lips with a light gasp, cobalt eyes snapping open. He panted lightly, his breath leaving him to billow between them in a soft cloud of white. He winced slightly, feeling the thin blanket of ice that coated his skin crack and pull even as it began to melt, before looking back at the white haired male.
Silver eyes were half lidded, breath leaving him in dry, rasping huffs, and the previously illuminated skin around his lips, across his jaw and neck, and every other patch of pale flesh around where they'd touched was now dim as though he were being bathed in shadow rather than moonlight.
"Moyashi?" He asked, the barest hint of concern breaking through the icy indifference he tried to force into his tone. "You alright, beansprout?"
Allen half glared at him, eyes hard and set in a half glare before a smirk spread across his lips. Kanda raised one dark brow, not being given a chance to do anything else before the other leaned up, pressing his weight against Kanda's chest and running his lips lightly along the elder's jaw, earning a soft huff of surprise. He pressed more of his weight against the other and Kanda's eyes went wide as one lean leg hooked around his knee, pulling back quickly before he could brace himself.
He wrapped his arms tighter around the albino, a low growl rumbling in his throat as the other's weight pushed him off balance, and the next thing he knew he was on his back in the middle of the clearing, a pale form sprawled across his chest, its trilling laughter filling the otherwise still air as the dark haired remained sprawled on the soft grass.
A low growl escaped Kanda's throat, the sound bordering on a thin line between playful and annoyed as he rolled them over, pinning the younger male beneath him, catching both this wrists in one long fingered hand and pulling them above the whitette's head. Allen continued to laugh a few moments longer before he sobered up, giving the other a teasing smile.
Kanda scoffed, staring down at the whitette with a hard gaze that seemed to have no effect on him for a few long moments, as if he were in deep thought. His brow furrowed and he leaned down, the younger's silver eyes widening a fraction as he pressed his lips lightly to the upside down star that rested above his left eye. A soft hum escaped Allen's throat and Kanda smirked, knowing full well just how much the younger loved the warmth against the scar. He moved down, shifting slightly so that the moonlight could reach the whitette directly as he began to kiss and nip lightly at the smaller man's neck.
He watched out of the corner of one cerulean eye as the other's eyes fell closed, head falling back as he basked in both the pleasure of Kanda's warm mouth against his frozen skin and the light of the full moon, his skin seeming to absorb the celestial rays till his features were alight once again, the shadow that seemed to have taken residence on his flesh during their kiss banished from sight by the deity that resided overhead.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing that…" Kanda mumbled against the darkening skin before pulling away, folding his arms behind his head as he lay back on the soft grass at Allen's side, not having to watch to know that the new shadows on his throat were already being banished like the ones before.
"Why wouldn't you?" Allen asked, moving to settle against the other's side, his head resting on the other's shoulder. "I'm one of the moon's children. You know how she looks out for me and my kin."
Kanda suppressed a shiver as frost formed where the other touched bringing one arm up to wrap around Allen's shoulders as he stared up at the star filled sky, unsure whether he was grateful for the cloth that stopped him from touching that icy skin directly or simply wished it weren't there.
He scoffed lowly, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the way he spoke of the celestial body that hung over their heads, the fondness with which he mentioned it as though it were a dear friend he'd known all his life.
Then again, that may very well have been what it was, at least to him. Kanda knew that his people viewed the sun just as Allen's did the moon, but he'd never been able to bring himself to believe in such things. Yes, he was ruled by the sun, his power fed by its presence, but he'd never been one to believe in something so ridiculous as it being alive, having a soul, a voice, a will of its own, as so many of his people insisted.
"Still not normal."
"It is for me." Allen said quietly as he curled closer to the other's side, his ice and frost struggling to take hold of the black clad body, only to be fended back by the other's heat. "I heard you had a run in with some of our warriors at the border. Are you alright?"
"You heard about that, huh?" He guessed that shouldn't have surprised him. The moyashi took his duties far more serious than Kanda ever had his own. Of course he'd be there to hear the scouts' reports. He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Are you sure? I heard link managed to get a blow in and… he said you seemed… distracted when you were fighting him."
"Tch, Baka Moyashi." Kanda scoffed, rolling his eyes, "If I wasn't do you think I'd be here right now?"
"Yes. Because you're an idiot who's too stubborn to admit when something's wrong."
Kanda smirked, lifting his free hand to cup Allen's chin, "Worried about me, Moyashi?" He asked teasingly.
Allen huffed, smacking Kanda's chest and earning a deep chuckle from the dark haired male, the faintest of smile tugging at his lips as he rare sound reached his ears. Silver eyes softened as he shifted, lying partially on Kanda's chest. Kanda's arm shifted, moving to wrap loosely around the younger's waist. "You wish. What reason would I ever have to worry about your stubborn hide?"
"You tell me," Kanda smirked, cupping the other's cheek and running his thumb lightly across the full lips that practically pleaded for another kiss, barely managing to resist the temptation. "And while you're at it, you can explain to me why you were so late tonight. Did you have trouble deciding whether or not you wanted to see me?"
Allen's smile faded, eyes shining faintly with guilt and barely concealed concern as he averted his gaze. "I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to keep you waiting, Kanda. I couldn't seem to get rid of Link…" He trailed off, hesitating a moment before adding quietly, "I think he's starting to suspect something's amiss."
Kanda tensed, blinking up at the smaller male in surprise and arm tightening around his slim waist, "Idiot!" He snapped, eyes flaring with frustration at the other's stupidity. That little-didn't he know when to think!? Or did he just have to continue behaving like a reckless idiot? Was he so jaded as to what his people would do? "Why the hell did you come then? If they find out they'll-"
"Kill me? I know. But I've known that since this all started. Why let it change anything now?"
"Baka Moyashi." Kanda growled, sitting up and pushing Allen off of him, eyes set in an icy glare, "If that were the case you should have stayed."
"And then you would have gotten worried and come to check one me. Then what would have happened?" Allen countered silver eyes hard, making it clear that he wasn't about to call this a mistake.
Kanda opened his mouth to reply, only for the words to die on his tongue as he stared down at the white haired idiot. One hand came up to tangle in his bangs as an aggravated scoff escaped his throat. Damn beansprout. Just had to be right the one time it actually matters.
"I still say you should have stayed the fuck away." He growled at last, not looking at the whitette sitting before him.
"Now who's worrying about who?" Allen asked, amusement lacing his words as he leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly to the corner of Kanda's mouth. Kanda sighed when they didn't move from his flesh after a few moments, turning his head to kiss the younger fully, his heat easily melting the frost that had barely begun to reform on the pale pink flash.
The kiss was simple this time, just a soft brush of lips, both keeping hooded eyes locked on the other before they parted, a sigh escaping Allen's lips as he gave the dark haired a small smile, sorrow and remorse clear in his eyes.
"I should get back, shouldn't I?"
Kanda sighed and nodded in agreement, cupping Allen's cheek once more, kissing his left eye lightly before getting to his feet. He held his hand out to the younger, pulling him up as well. Allen's eyes became somber as he took his turn to cup the elder's cheek, staring up at him for a few moments as if he were rememorizing the other's features. "I'll see you next month?"
"I'll be waiting." Kanda leaned down, kissing Allen's forehead lightly, "Now get going, moron. Best not dally long or that guard dog of yours might get even more suspicious."
Allen nodded, taking a step back and pulling his hood up to hide his features once more as he turned back the way he'd originally come. He glanced back as he reached the tree line, finding Kanda's dark gaze locked on him, no emotion written on his face. He smiled longingly at the dark-haired, earning a smirk. He watched as Kanda turned away, disappearing into the shadows at the opposite edge.
"Until then." He said to the now empty clearing, faint smile still present on his lips as he reluctantly turned away, disappearing back into the trees from whence he came.