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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      D.Gray-man
  Relationship:
      Cross_Marian/Allen_Walker
  Character:
      Cross_Marian, Allen_Walker
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-27 Words: 3232
****** A Lesson ******
by Tim_(boywonder)
Summary
     Allen told himself over and over, before starting down the hallway,
     that he wasn't going to look.
Allen didn't know the woman's name. He never knew their names, because Cross
never introduced them. If he acknowledged Allen at all, it wasn't for much of a
good reason. Allen was a little sick of it, but Cross was Cross.
He'd gotten used to it.
He went out and got something to eat. If they didn't have money, it didn't
matter right now. The General was just going to put all the debt on Allen one
way or another. By now, he knew enough to get a meal out of it. Even a meal as
big as Allen could eat was nothing in the face of the money that Cross spent!
And when Allen wasn't sure of money, he didn't ever eat as much as he could, or
even as much as he wanted to. But Cross had some woman on his arm, so it wasn't
like he was going to bother remembering that some people needed a diet other
than smoke and alcohol.
After he ate, Allen went back to where they were staying. He didn't hear
anything when he went in, so at first, he assumed the General was asleep. Then,
he heard the woman's laughter, followed by a sound he wished he hadn't been
able to recognize.
Cross had left the door to the bedroom partially open. This place had more than
one bedroom, so Allen actually had a bed to sleep in; that wasn't always the
case. But tonight, he had to walk by the room and risk seeing whatever it was
Cross was doing with that woman.
Allen told himself over and over, before starting down the hallway, that he
wasn't going to look. He ran the words through his mind, like a mantra.
I won't look, I won't look, I won't-
But it didn't work. He just glanced into the room through the slightly-open
door, and…stopped walking.
The woman was laying on the bed, mostly naked. The only clothing she still wore
were her underskirts, and those were hiked up to her waist. Allen, however,
wasn't really looking at her. She wasn't what had made him stop.
Unlike the woman, Cross was mostly clothed. His hat and coat off, and even from
the door Allen could tell that his shirt was open, but he still wore his pants
and his boots. And that mask, of course. He always wore that mask.
The General was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. The woman was
sprawled out, but her knees hung off the edge of the bed, too, and it was
between them that Cross knelt. His face was buried against her, mostly obscured
by her clothing. She made the noise that Allen had heard, again, and writhed
under him. Allen didn't quite hear. He watched the man he called "master,"
though he didn't quite have the knowledge to understand what was going on. He'd
walked in on Cross with women before - two of them, on one occasion - but he'd
never gotten the full idea of what was going on.
The woman cried out louder, and her legs jerked. Then, she lay still.
The General stood up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and undid his
pants.
Allen told himself it was nothing he hadn't seen happening before. He told
himself to turn away, to storm off down the hallway and slam the bedroom door
as loud as he could so that Cross and his stupid woman would know that they
weren't alone anymore. But he didn't move. Instead, he just stood and stared.
He stared as Cross adjusted his pants, reached into them, and pulled out his
already-hard cock. He said something Allen didn't hear, and the woman laughed,
and reached for him. He took a step closer to the bed, sliding his hand almost
lazily along his erection as he went. He wasn't in a hurry. Not really. But
then, was he ever?
Allen couldn't pull his gaze away from his master's cock. He'd walked in on him
before, in various states of undress, but never entirely naked. He'd never
actually see Cross with his pants down, as it were. The General was usually too
careful - or just too damn lucky - for that to happen.
The boy was more than a little shocked to find that his own cock was hardening
in his pants, as he watched Cross's hand move like that. An image flashed
through Allen's mind - Cross's hand around Allen's cock, instead of his own -
and he actually gasped aloud at it. Had he really thought that!?
The sound Allen made was barely audible, or so he thought. But the General
heard it, and his visible eye flashed towards the doorway. Allen's gaze locked
with his for a split second before Cross looked away again.
Allen was well aware that the General had seen him. How could he not have? If
he'd heard him, he'd seen him. He froze, not daring to move, or even to
breathe. He waited for Cross to storm out, yelling. But it didn't happen.
Instead, the General stopped walking.
"No, you come here," he said. For a moment, Allen was too confused to process
rational thought. The only thing that kept him from going into the room,
following words that sounded to his ears like an order, was the woman on the
bed.
She pouted as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.
"Return the favor, hm~?" Cross said, smiling like he always did at these women,
as if he was only half-interested. Allen wasn't educated enough on the matter
to know - or even really wonder - why that worked. He knew it did. He had seen
it enough times.
The woman moved over to Cross, and went to her knees in front of him easily
enough. He drew her close, taking his hand off his cock and letting her mouth
replace it there. He turned, then, so he was standing facing the door. His
eyes, however, didn't leave the woman.
Allen could hear his own heart racing, pounding in his ears. Cross's hand
tangled in the woman's hair, and he guided her at the pace he wanted. She
teased with her mouth, and he let her.
The boy watched her tongue move over the General's cock, and it was too much.
Before he could stop it, before he could think, his own hand (his right hand)
found its way into his own pants. Although he watched the woman sucking the
General off, he still wasn't focused on her. The only thoughts he could find,
and hold onto, were of Cross himself - of his cock, hard and shining like that
from the woman's saliva. The image he'd had before came back, and he couldn't
force it out of his mind.
His eyes flicked up to Cross's face, and he saw the General watching him now.
If he'd have been capable of rational thought, he'd have told himself that
Cross wasn't watching, that of course he wouldn't do such a thing. It would
have been a lie. The General was, indeed, watching. Allen could see his visible
eye burning, though he didn't know if he was angry, or amused, or…what he was.
All he knew was that he was watching, and now he didn't dare to stop himself.
Somewhere, Allen knew that this was entirely wrong. He shouldn't have looked in
the first place, of course, and he sure as hell shouldn't have started doing
this in the middle of the hall. But Cross hadn't stopped him, and he couldn't
stand the General's burning gaze on him for much longer. Even as the woman
sucking Cross off went at it in earnest, Allen's hand moved faster over his own
erection.
He came before the General did, being young and inexperienced and unable to
draw it out. He bit down against any sound that might have come out of his
mouth, and came silently, spilling semen onto his hand and into his pants.
It was only when he caught his breath again, and saw that Cross was no longer
looking at him, that he was able to tear himself away and run down the hallway
to his room.
He didn't slam the door. Instead, he closed it, and leaned against it. There
was no lock, although if there had been he wouldn't have bothered locking it.
He stood there for what felt like a lifetime before he realized his pants were
still undone - and now, they were also dirty.
He pulled them off, used the sink to clean himself as well as he could, and
found his nightclothes. He pulled those on instead, and sunk into the bed.
Through all of this, he had left the lights off, never thinking to turn them
on.
He stared at the wall, thoughts racing. He couldn't shake the memory of Cross
watching him, knowingly watching him. And he couldn't shake the image he'd had,
of Cross's hands on his his skin, and - shamefully! - of himself, kneeling
there where that woman was.
He jumped when the door flew open, but he did not sit up. He closed his eyes
tight, praying to no one in particular that the General would go and leave him
in peace. If he had more time, then, perhaps his anger would cool.
Allen had never been very lucky when it came to Cross's anger.
"I know you're awake. Sit up."
This time, there was no mistaking that the words were an order.
Allen forced himself to breathe, and rose so that he was sitting. He stared
straight ahead, and did not look over at his master.
"Idiot apprentice," Cross said, and there was no fondness in the words. "Can't
look at me now that I got my pants on?"
Allen felt rage rise inside himself, suddenly and terribly, and jerked his head
up to look at Cross. The anger didn't last when he saw the look there. The
light shone in from the hallway, half-illuminating Cross's features. The
General's anger was certainly worse than the apprentice's, and Allen felt his
rage turn to something that might have been fear. He was never really afraid of
Cross, but he knew that he'd done something he really shouldn't have.
Although he didn't particularly want to, Allen turned the rest of his body to
face the General, pushing the blankets down and bringing his feet back to the
floor as he did so. He didn't really see Cross move - it was too fast - but he
felt his face stinging and his head reeling when the General's hand connected
with his cheek. He raised his hand - the left, this time - to cover his face,
instinctually, and looked up from under his hair.
"Master, I-"
"Shut up," Cross said, half-growling the words. "Don't tell me you're sorry."
Allen shut his mouth and swallowed his words.
Cross regarded him for a long minute. Then, he reached down and tangled one
hand in Allen's hair. He jerked the boy's face up, none too gently, and their
eyes met again.
Allen was surprised to see that same thing there in Cross's visible eye as he
had when he'd been watching through the doorway. It wasn't anger, not quite, or
perhaps not entirely. He didn't know if he should want more or less of that
look, and he couldn't find anything to say, for once.
"Oughta just tan your hide and call it a night," Cross said, but it sounded
more like he was thinking out loud than actually talking to Allen. There wasn't
anything new about that.
The boy was almost horrified to realize that his body wasn't reacting the way
he would have guessed. That look in his master's eyes sparked something in him,
and he could feel heat pool between his legs. His cock was starting to get hard
again. He forced himself not to look down and away from Cross; he didn't want
the General to know about that.
"I won't-"
"Shut up," Cross said, again, but this time his tone was easier, almost
conversational. His hand loosened in Allen's hair, but he didn't actually let
go of him entirely.
"Like what you see in that room?" he asked. There was an edge to his voice
Allen didn't care for, and had to grit his teeth against. "She's not the best
you could've seen, but she's decent. Wouldn't have thought you'd go for
blondes, though."
The edge stayed there, taunting, mocking. Allen's temper didn't grant him the
good sense to keep his mouth shut.
"I wasn't looking at her!" he said, quickly, angrily, defensively.
Cross actually laughed, a harsh sound in the dark room. He let go of Allen the
rest of the way and put his hands on his hips.
"Ha! You really are an idiot student, aren't you? Learning the wrong damn
things."
Allen glared up at him, not sure he followed the meaning, but sure that Cross
was still mocking him.
"Only because my master isn't any good at teaching the right ones," he said,
his tongue spewing acid before he could stop it.
He wasn't sorry until he felt the wind leave him as he was pushed backward onto
the too-firm mattress. He had seen Cross move, but hadn't been able to stop the
General from pinning him to the bed.
Cross held the boys wrists in one hand, and forced them above his head. The
other hand grabbed Allen's chin, forcing the boy to look up into his face,
whether he wanted to or not.
"You should watch your mouth," he said. Allen could hear Cross's anger, but
this time, he wasn't yelling. His tone was low and even, but the anger was
unmistakable.
Cross let go of Allen's face. He moved the boy further up on the bed. Allen,
for his part, didn't even really struggle. He wasn't sure what was going on
here; this was far different than anything he'd experienced at Cross's hands
before.
When Cross brought his knee up between the boy's legs, however, Allen wasn't
able to stay still anymore. He kicked his legs, seeking purchase. Even if he
went back over the other side of the bed, surely that was better than Cross
leaning against him and realizing that his cock was hard as stone under the
thin cloth of the pants he slept in. Cross, however, held his wrists tight, and
there was nowhere Allen could escape to.
The boy could feel Cross's leg almost too acutely. He could feel his balls
pressed against the man's thigh, and he could feel his cock straining against
the cloth that trapped it. He wasn't able to stop the moan that escaped his
lips when the General moved his knee again.
Cross leaned down close enough for Allen to smell the smoke that still hung on
his breath. The boy's heart was racing so fast, he was surprised he could hear
anything else above it.
"Here's a lesson, Allen, if you think you can actually learn it."
Allen froze at the sound of his name. He could count on one hand the times
Cross had actually used it. There was no mockery in the General's voice now.
There was…oh, there was something, but Allen had no idea what it was, or what
it meant. It was dark, and it raised goosebumps along his skin. He was wound
tight as a bowstring, and didn't move, didn't speak.
The General pulled Allen's shirt open, ignoring a button that popped off as he
did so. He slid one hand down the boy's torso. His fingers found a nipple and
pinched it, hard, drawing a sound that wasn't entirely pain from the boy's
mouth.
Allen didn't even think to protest it.
As Cross's hand slid further down his body, he had a moment to notice that his
nipples - both of them - were practically as hard as his cock. He would have
been ashamed if he'd had longer than that moment to realize it. Cross, however,
cared nothing for Allen's would-be embarrassment. In the next moment, he shoved
the boy's pants down, just enough, moving his own leg out of the way to allow
room to do so. They caught only briefly on Allen's erection, and Allen was
grateful that these clothes hung so loose on his thin frame.
The General's hand wrapped around Allen's cock. Allen was keenly aware of the
slight roughness of the man's callused palm, and then he was aware only of the
way it slid along his cock. He arched up into Cross's touch, unable to stop
himself, and bit his lip too hard to keep from crying out.
Cross watched all of this with the same look he'd had while watching the boy
jerk himself off through the open door. He twisted his hand, though not
roughly, and sped up the movements. Allen's hips rose to meet his hand as well
as they could, and even biting his lip wasn't enough to keep the sound in. The
boy lacked the experience in this arena to silence himself. Cross didn't care,
and just let him moan.
When he could tell that Allen was close to orgasm, he slowed his movements
again, almost to a stop.
A moan that was almost a sob escaped the boy's lips, and he tried to form any
sort of word.
"Oh? Did you want me to actually finish you off? Or should I let you go and
leave you to do it yourself? You handled it fine before, didn't you?"
Allen tried to be angry, and couldn't hold onto that particular emotion. He
shook his head in protest, though what exactly he was protesting was unclear.
"Master, please," he said, his voice rough and not quite broken.
Cross's mouth twitched, and he resumed his faster pace. It was mere moments
before the boy's hips arched up a final time, raising off the bed as he came.
Cross released Allen's hands. Allen wouldn't have been able to really move,
even if he'd wanted to, at least not in that first minute.
The General grabbed Allen's face again, not caring about the semen still
clinging to his hand, and tightened his grip until Allen's eyes opened and met
his own.
"Next time you spy on me, idiot apprentice, don't expect to get off so easy."
Cross looked amused at his own wit as he spoke. Allen, of course, didn't get
the joke.
Cross slid his thumb across Allen's face and over his lips, smearing come
across the boy's cheek. The motion was almost tender, for Cross. As if
realizing that fact, he pulled his hand away and stood up. He left the room
without another word, punctuating his exit only with the sound of the door
slamming.
Allen lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a minute. This was,
arguably, the worst punishment Cross had ever given him. He hated himself for
spying. He hated himself for giving in to whatever sick temptation had driven
him to touch his own cock, there in the hallway. And he hated himself for
becoming so wrecked under the General's hands.
He put his hands over his now-dirty face and cried, silently, into them.
After that, Cross took better care to close the doors. Allen, however, could
never quite resist glancing at them to see if they might be open, just a crack.
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