Be Careful What you Wish For

AN: Ok...I officially think there's something wrong with me. I ended up falling in love with a pairing that I've yet to see a SINGLE fanfic with it on this site. This is an injustice! INJUSTICE, I say! I'm going to assume that most of the 'normal' people out there haven't really thought of the possibility of this turn-on of a pairing, but fortunately (or unfortunately) I'm not exactly normal. Basically all you need to know is that if you don't like this pairing, don't flame me, blame Vol 17 of the Manga series! It's all your fault, Vol 17! D<

NOTE: I use /entertexthere/ because Italics don't seem to work here. And How come the Tabs don't work either, huh? D< *ranting*

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Allen Sighed as he stared out the large window in the cafeteria where he was currently ignoring his food for once, which was actually causing some curious murmurs and looks from his fellow members of the Black Order. Lenalee looked up from the book that she was reading while stirring her soup to cool it down.

“What is it, Allen? You've barely touched your lunch.” She asked with her usual sweet and caring tone of voice.

“Hm?” Allen moved his gaze away from the window and looked at her, pulling a smile. “Nothing, just bored is all. It's been raining all /week/!” He whined. Allen had been cooped up in the maze-like Black Order for much too long for his liking. He slouched and rested his chin on the table and grumbled. “I hate it when it rains...” Lenalee smiled.

“I'm sure it's not /that/ bad Allen.” She laughed a little. “Why don't you go see what the science division is up to? I'm sure that will prove interesting.”

“Meh...” Allen sighed again. “I already went to see them yesterday, they're just doing boring paper work.”

“You /could/ always go see what my Brother is doing...” She taunted, knowing full well what his reaction was going to be.

“Are you kidding me?” He immediately sat up and stared at her like she was insane. “I don't want to be anywhere /near/ Komui and his crack-pot experiments, no matter how bored I get!” He started ranting about how he was never going to do that again. Lenalee couldn't stop herself from laughing.

During the middle of their banter, Reever had finally gotten out of line with his tray of food, looking exhausted as usual and decided that sitting next to the two hyper teens would do him some good, and proceeded to head in their direction.

“...People wouldn't stop calling me a palm tree for weeks! I swear, I will never look at coconuts the same way agai-Oh, hi, Reever.” Allen greeted, mid rant and smiled, as if he had completely forgotten what he was talking about. Reever made a barely audible “Hmn.” and unceremoniously plopped down on the bench with a tired yawn. Allen smiled sympatheticly. “That busy, huh?”

“You have no idea.” Reever groaned, lazily stabbing his pork with his fork. “He's a slave driver!” He moaned. Both Lenalee and Allen didn't need an elaboration on who Reever was talking about. Komui did seem to have this great fondness of sitting at his desk doodling while everyone else had to pick up the slack.

“Is there anything I can do to help, maybe?” Allen offered with a smile. Reever's mood lightened a bit at the gesture.

“Actually, could you deliver this letter to General Zokalo in his room? I'd do it myself but I've too much to do to be the mail man right now.” He scratched the back of his head, indicating to a caramel brown envelope that was in his front pocket. Allen smiled.

“Sure, just tell me where his room is and I'll drop it off ok?” Reever looked up at Allen like he was a saint.

“Fourth floor, third corridor. He should be the fifth room on the left, I think. Thank you so much Allen.” He sighed happily before pulling the letter out and handed it to Allen. Allen made a small sound of amusement.

“Hey, it gives me something to do so I'm perfectly happy to do it.” He stretched and stood up, picking up his near empty tray and said his goodbyes to Reever and Lenalee before heading to the trash to dispose of his food before leaving the cafeteria.

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Allen groaned in frustration. He had gotten himself lost on his way to the fourth floor, and currently had no idea where he was. Wasn't delivering mail supposed to be /easy/? He turned down a hallway and looked out the window. It had gotten dark already, how long had he been walking around? Finally he found the housing quarters on the fourth floor, with a sigh of relief he headed towards the third corridor and counted the doors on his left. Once he reached the fifth one, he stared at it, slightly uneasy about knocking on the door, afraid that he might wake up the easily annoyed general. Zokalo had a reputation for causing bodily harm to anyone who pissed him off.

'...well I said that I would deliver the letter so that's what I'm going to do.' He told himself, taking a deep breath. 'Come on, it's easy. Knock on the door, tell him you have a letter and leave after you give it to him.' He reassured himself before finally knocking on the door.

There was no answer. Allen assumed that he must have been sleeping after all. Allen decided it would be best to just slip the letter under the door, lest he risk the wrath of the homicidal General. As he pulled the letter out of his pocket, a loud gruff voice came from the other side of the door.

“Who the hell are you and what do you want?” It demanded. The sudden loud question made Allen jump back from the surprise before regaining his composure.

“Allen Walker, with a letter for you, General Zokalo.” Allen said with all the calm that he could muster.

There was a long pause, and Allen was starting to think that the General wasn't going to answer.

“I'll just slip it under the door then.” He said loudly, in order for his voice to carry through the door. Just as he was about to bend down and slip the letter under the door, the General finally spoke.

“Come in I guess then.” He grumbled, sounding annoyed.

Cautiously, Allen put his hand on the doorknob and turned, pushing the door open and quietly walked inside. He looked around, but could barely see anything; it looked like the one window in the room had been covered with a thick cloth or something.

“Shut the damned door you idiot, you're letting light in.” Zokalo growled, making Allen jump. He particularly wasn't fond of the idea of closing the door and cutting off his only source of light, but did as he was told. After a mere few seconds after he closed the door, there was an audible thump on the wall, and a single dull blue light shone from the ceiling. Apparently Zokalo had turned on the light switch. Allen took this moment to look around the room.

There really wasn't much to the room; it was certainly much larger than the rooms that he and the other exorcists used, as expected for a General, but there was barely anything decorating it. There was only one large window fully taking up the span of the back wall, which he now noticed that it was a long black blanket that was covering the window, keeping out the natural light from outside. The left wall had a beaten wooden desk and chair, which only had a few stacks of papers and writing utensils scattered about. The chair looked like it was leather, but the chair was worse for wear, with several cuts and areas where there was little to no upholstery. A small bookshelf shared the space with the desk, but there were little to no books or anything else inside it, and those few things that were there were covered in a thick layer of dust, making it obvious that they hadn't been touched in a long time. The right side of the room was a bit more interesting, yet still barely decorated. There was a large four-poster bed that rested against the wall, see through black curtain hung loosely on the posts, and the blankets were also a simple black, but they seemed to be fading into a dull gray. There was a simple night stand at the head of the bed, and a light switch-Allen assumed it was the one that General Zokalo had hit earlier-above it. Not really that much to it, Allen thought.

The General was sitting on his bed with his arms folded, clad in a simple black shirt and pants, looking positively livid that he had been woken up from his sleep. He glared at Allen, impatient.

“Well?” He demanded gruffly. “Give me the letter that was so damned important that you had to wake me up for already!” Allen jumped, snapping out of his thoughts, and quickly handed the letter over, which had been quickly snatched up and torn open.

“S-sorry, I kind of got lost on the way here...” He trailed off, uncomfortable with the way the General was looking at him, his eyebrows raised.

“Lost...Che'” He mumbled while he opened the letter. Allen simply stood there, fidgeting, unsure if he was allowed to leave yet or not as Zokalo scanned the contents of the letter. Suddenly Zokalo growled and tore the letter to shreds, making Allen jump again. Zokalo looked up, noticing how jumpy the kid was.

“The hell is your problem?” He growled.

“N-nothing sir!” He jumped again. He really didn't like the angry look that was being directed at him. “Permission to leave, sir?” He asked formally, doing his best not to do anything else that might anger the obviously grumpy General. The General just stared at him.

“You're pathetic.” Zokalo laughed, amused at just how badly people were afraid of him. That was one of his favorite pastimes; scaring the hell out of people. He gave the boy a once-over, noticing just how small he was. The boy's white hair seemed to glow unnaturally in the blue light that filled the room. That intrigued Zokalo as he decided to pay attention to the detail of Allen's frame. Not bad he had to admit. He smirked, amused at how the boy was practically squirming under his gaze. The kid looked like he was still waiting for permission to leave, paying sure attention not to look at him. Oh how Zokalo enjoyed making people squirm. Oddly enough the way the boy was acting reminded him of one of the reasons why he had ended up on Death's Row before he had become an exorcist.

A sadistic smile played across the General's lips as he remembered the fun he used to have. Suddenly an idea ran through his head. It had been awhile since he'd been able to have some fun...He could have his fun once in awhile, right? He smirked.

“Oi.”

Allen Jumped again. “Y-yes?” He asked hesitantly. That expression on General Zokalo's face was positively scaring him. He wondered for a moment if he should just turn tail and run. Then again, that would probably just piss off the General even more and he really didn't want to risk that.

Zokalo watched amused as his newly decided prey kept pulling on the end of his shirt in a sort of nervous manner. He could tell from the moment that the idea had struck him that this particular boy was going to be a fun play toy. He loved when his pray was easily terrified. He stood up and walked passed Allen's stiff body and proceeded to his door. He grinned despite himself as he took a key off the shelf beside the door and locked it, putting the key in his back pocket for safe keeping. Allen was currently staring at Zokalo in disbelief as he watched the door being locked. What on Earth was the General doing?

“...General?” Allen asked meekly. “Um...w-why did you lock the door?” He flinched when he saw the purely sadistic-and in Allen's mind, insane-expression that was worn on the General's face when he turned around and leaned against the door.

“Because I don't want my prey running away.” He said matter-of-factly. Almost immediately after those words left the man's mouth, Allen had backed up a few steps, instinctively wanting to keep a good distance between them. What the hell was Zokalo talking about? Prey? With an 'oompf' Allen had bumped into the desk, knocking over a few of the loose pens, making a soft tumbling sound as they fell onto the carpeted floor. Zokalo decided to take this as the perfect opportunity to make a move. He put on a scowl and walked towards the shaking albino.

“Now look at what you've done.” He played annoyed, his sadistic smile never leaving his demonic face as he walked closer to Allen, till he was just inches away from him, practically cornering Allen between the desk and wall. “You've made me angry. Should I punish you?” He ginned at the sheer fear that ran across the boys face. Oh, this was definitely going to be fun.

“I-I'm sorry, I'll pick them up if you'd-nh!” Allen squeaked as a large hand grabbed the white locks at the back of his head, fear ripping through him as he was forced against the wall, unable to move away from the older man. Zokalo slowly positioned his head close to Allen's hair and inhaled, taking in the scent of the boy's minty shampoo. Allen froze, much to the larger man's sick pleasure.

“Are you scared?” Zokalo taunted, grinning from ear to ear as Allen shivered from the contact of Zokalo's breath on his ear.

“S-sir. Please quit kidding a-around and l-let me leave” Allen managed to find his voice again, hating himself for how badly he was trembling. Zokalo frowned and moved back so he could look the boy in the eyes.

“You think I'm kidding?” He questioned, voice dangerously low. His grip tightened on Allen's hair, who in return flinched. “I never kid when it comes to my prey, boy.” He murmured, so low it almost sounded like a hiss. He glanced at the scar over the boy's left eye. He marveled at it. Zokalo always had a thing for scars-especially ones that he caused-they were like a work of art to him. He smiled, a finger tracing the star shaped area. Allen shivered, instinctively raising his hand in attempt to push the older man's hand away, which in turn cause a low growl to escape from the General's lips, baring his teeth.

“Rule number one,” He growled, grabbing the boys hands and holding them above his head.

“I touch what I fucking /want/ to touch.” He hissed, before removing his other hand from the snowy locks of hair, raising the the trembling boy's chin. His tongue flicked quickly across the scar above Allen's eye, and he relished in sound that came out of his prey's throat, it was obvious that the scar was a sensitive area, most scars were after all.

Allen couldn't help the blush that crept across his cheeks. He wanted nothing more to get away from the General, but he was amazingly strong, his one hand had managed to completely bind his hands above his head, and the other was like a vice-grip on his chin. He thought about invoking his innocence, but Zokalo, being an expert at catching his prey, was one step ahead of him.

Allen cried out and his eyes clamped shut at the sudden pain that ran up his left arm. He looked up at his hand when he felt something warm oozing from his hand. His eyes widened when he saw what had happened.

Zokalo was positively radiating with sick joy as he held his small but sharp letter opener where he had pierced through Allen's anti-akuma weapon. He smirked as he decided that he had to send some form of thank you to Cross for giving him that letter opener. The weapon had pierced right through the center of the cross that was embedded in the boy's hand. He marveled at the blood that poured out of the wound, before deciding to turn the blade, while still in his captive's hand, adding more damage to the deed. He became half erect just from the loud scream that had escaped Allen's lips as he struggled to get free.

“Nn-Ah! P-please, stop it! It hu-rts!” He cried, trying to hold back the tears that pricked at his eyes. His plea only caused to turn the cruel man on even more, as he once again rotated the letter opener in the boy's wound.

“Stop! Please!” Was all Allen could manage to say before another wave of pain washed over him, his hand was beginning to grow numb with the loss of blood. His arm was covered with his blood, making his already red flesh glint and shine in the dim light.

Finally, Zokalo removed the letter opener, granting him a gasp of pain from the boy. He stepped back and let the boy fall into a heap, enjoying the feel of the warm blood that had found it's way onto his arm as he watched Allen cradle his severely wounded hand, tears falling freely without his consent. The whole scene was really turning Zokalo on. It was almost unbearable how tight his erection felt against the inside of his pants. He let out a low chuckle.

“Calm the fuck down, prey. It'll heal...eventually.” He laughed, thoroughly enjoying the site of his new toy who looked up at him in fear. Zokalo licked at the blood on his letter opener, enjoying the taste. He almost moaned with how good it tasted. /God/ he missed the taste of blood, and he wanted more of it. Once the letter opener was completely void of his victim's blood, he decided it was time to once again advance on the boy.

Allen tried to back up as much a he could, his body was shivering and weak from the loss of blood, and he flinched away from the Sadistic General, his left hand cradled with his other, pressed against his chest. “N-no!” He tried to yell, his voice was weak from his previous screams and it turned out barely above a whisper. “Stay away from me!” He cried as he was roughly grabbed by the arms and forced to his feet, just before being tossed on the large bed. His back collided harshly with the wooden head board of the bed and he groaned, already feeling a bruise starting to take form on the small of his back. Before he had time to recover, however, Zokalo forced him on his back, and once again forced his hands above his head with a hand of his own.

Zokalo sat on the boy's legs, who groaned in pain at the weight, Zokalo was twice his size, and no doubt his large body mass was crushing his legs severely. Still he tried to struggle, but it only made Zokalo tighten his grip on his hands, pressing his thumb into the boys wound, enjoying the cry of pain that his little pray sang out for him. The intruding thumb forced Allen to stay still, one wrong move, and that thumb would press harder, causing even more blood to flow, and Allen wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stay conscious with how quickly he was losing blood. Of course, there was no way Zokalo was going to let his toy escape the fun he had planned out that easily.

With his free hand, Zokalo reached for a drawer in his night stand, fumbling around in it until he pulled out a small round silver can. “Antiseptic” It's label read. Zokalo pulled off the cap with his teeth and shook up its contents, all the while coaxing out a moan or gasp of pain now and then from his prey, just to keep himself excited. Allen stared at the silver can, eyes wide, making Zokalo crack a sadistic grin.

“This is going to hurt. A /lot/.” Was the only warning he gave before removing his thumb from the wound and spraying the antiseptic directly into the bleeding wound. Allen couldn't hold back as he screamed, his back arching at the sheer pain that ran up and down his body. It felt like his hand was on fire, and the fire was spreading throughout his whole arm, and causing the rest of his body to painfully tingle. That final scream of pure pain from Zokalo's prey was all he needed to become fully erect, he could already feel his member weeping with pre-cum. He could barely hold back anymore. He was done playing around.

He stopped using the antiseptic, and released Allen's hands for a moment as he replaced the cap on top of the can and put it back in the drawer. Allen couldn't move his arms one bit after the antiseptic had done it's job; the both of them were completely numb. He barely registered the fact that Zokalo had even let them go. His breathing was shallow and weak and he could barely see because of how blurry his vision was, thanks to his tears.

Zokalo pulled out a roll of bandage cloth and quickly rolled it around Allen's hand to stop the bleeding. He didn't want his precious little toy passing out on him before the real fun started.

Aaand THAT'S the end of the first chapter! Whahahahah don't you just love cliff hangers? God I feel like such a bloody mean bitch for what I did to poor Allen, but I'm not planning on stopping there, oh no, my screw-balled mind requires me to write more. Hope I didn't cause anyone to stop being able to think or anything. Eheheh. Anyway, it's almost 6 AM and I haven't gone to bed yet, so if you want another chapter soon, I suggest you leave me a nice little review and maybe that will motivate me to actually work fast on it.


Until next time readers! Review or eat my socks!