CrownClownXAllen. warning, may be oocish.
Allen Walker was going back to his room after having just eaten his dinner. He put a hand over his stomach, wishing the hungry feeling away. He was always hungry. It was something he got used to, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what being full felt like.
He turned down what was supposed to be his hall, and instead looked like the entrance to Hevaleska's room. Allen never really...loved...the odd exorcist. It had something to do with those crazy searching tentacles of hers...his? Hevaleska didn't seem to mind where the glowing appendages went. But Allen did. Needless to say he laughed at himself nervously and tried to re-trace his steps, only succeeding in getting himself even more lost
"H-Heh... silly me..." he said to try and calm himself. He was starting to see those doors that were battered and broken, marked with red X's. It didn't help to make him feel better. Neither did the lanterns on the walls going out, leaving him in the dark.
"Just a draft...just a draft..." He had a bad feeling it wasn't a draft though. He walked faster and turned down a completely dead hall. No lights, no sounds. Although there was an eery clanking coming from the darkness.
And he turned right around and went the other way.
He tried not to freak out, he had gotten lost before, but the way that no one else was around and how it got darker and darker was starting to scare him. After all, an alley way looked a lot like the cold dark hall he was in now. He could almost feel someone waiting for him to walk by, a bat or hammer in their hands. Ready to strike him down and steal what was left covering his little body- No, not anymore. He was somewhat safe in this cold hall. Somewhat.
Was a soon to be Noah ever safe?
Allen didn't know it, but his innocence felt his anxiety. Crown Clown knew that his master wasn't in the best state of mind right now, and it decided to lighten the mood.
Allen sighed at his hopelessness, and leaned up against a wall. For some odd reason he found a welcoming warmth from his shoulders. It felt as if the sun were warming his skin, although he didn't look back to see that his innocence had partly activated, the white fluff gently laying on him.
He closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth. Oddly he felt like he wasn't alone in the hall, but he didn't mind it. He just stopped to enjoy the peace.
He did not expect, however, to feel something soft slide into his pants and caress his ass. He jumped and looked over his shoulder, to see nothing.
He left it to his mind finally going crazy and decided to continue walking down the brighter hall he had seen a while back. He didn't notice how his innocence slowly and quietly activated fully, and started to float behind him like a little cloud.
When Allen suddenly stopped, so did Crown Clown. When Allen started walking again, his innocence got closer to him, the white hand slowly reaching out for the round ass swishing in front of it.
The silver mask seemed to smirk as Crown Clown took a firm grip and his master yelped. Before the boy turned around Crown Clown flew to the ceiling where he couldn't be seen.
Allen had surely felt that. Although, it didn't seem like it was something he should be mad about. It was like a playful kind of thing...but where had it come from? ...Not another ghost of the order, right? Oh god, they didn't need another ordeal...
Crown Clown watched from the ceiling as Allen looked all up and down the hall. The cute confused look on his master's face excited the the white innocence and he decided to be more... bold.
It dropped behind the boy and slid a ribbon around to tickle him under his firm jaw. Allen jumped again and peered over his shoulder. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to face his innocence directly.
"What's wrong Crown Clown? Is there danger?" Allen asked, not at all wondering why his innocence was touching him like a long lost lover, he was just glad that he wasn't all alone in the maze of halls anymore. And that it wasn't an insane ghost touching his ass.
The silver mask shook back and forth in a 'no', the light rolling over and around the eyes of it. Allen marveled at how shiny it was and reached out to touch it. He stopped short though, thinking that it would be an odd thing to do.
Feeling what his master had wanted to do, Crown Clown tilted to the side and nuzzled the boy's hand like a puppy. A grin spread over Allen's face and he felt the cool metal against his fingers. He was glad that he had stopped wearing his gloves in the order... not only did it show he still had innocence in his arm, but it was proof he could fight for the order still. That, and he could touch things directly.
White tendrils came to circle around the his shoulders, pulling him closer. He arched an eyebrow and wondered what Crown Clown was thinking.
His silver eyes widened when, in one quick movement, he was engulfed in his Innocence's white cape. He was flown down the halls, and dragged into a room that was nearby.
The innocence carefully dumped him onto the bed, and Allen watched with dazed eyes as the little ribbons got closer to his body, looking oddly hungry for ribbons. The mask got closer, eyes tilted to look mischievous. It was damn time to take Allen's mind off of the sad and unhappy topics, and Clown Crown was going to be the first to do so.
Allen himself was confused though, and he called out to his innocence, "C-Crown Clown?! What are you do-aah!"
The ribbons had sneaked up and dived under his shirt to slide up his abs and smooth over the his soft, warm nipples. Allen gasped and tried to squirm away at first, that is ...until his innocence sent him little shockwaves of power into him through those oh so delicate ribbons. The power ran into his chest and pulsed at his heart, reverberating on the innocence crystal that rested there before coursing through the rest of his body. It paralyzed him in a something he had never felt before, he couldn't even put a name to it. But he knew it felt good.
"Mngh! W-what....ah!" His shirt was pushed up and off so that the silver mask could take in the view of his master squirming with a blush on his face. Crown Clown kept sending little shocks into the boy, loving the sounds he made. He could feel what his master was feeling, after all they were a part of each other. Even their molecules had fused together, once Allen had accepted him that is.
Clown Crown would never forget that day, as he repaired the missing elements in his master's body that the akuma had torn apart.
Allen's mind was in a haze, his thoughts focused on the soft touches all over his humming body. He noticed a particular ribbon that strayed from the others and caressed the inside of his thighs through his pants. It slid under him, moving up his back to turn and dip into his underwear, going past the tight jeans he had on.
"Crown Clown! C-Cut it ou- oh! Oh God!" Allen lifted his hips to give that one special ribbon room to move as it slid across his cheeks, moving between them to flick at his entrance. It fluttered there and Allen clenched his eyes shut, tensing his muscles.
Anything important flew from his mind. Like how this was his innocence, and how it was playing with him down there.
Crown Clown moved closer, reaching its hand out to spread it over the boy's stomach. Allen looked down at him with half lidded eyes, already panting a bit and jerking his hips every now and then when that ribbon tickled him.
'Master, do you like this?' Crown Clown asked inside the boy's mind. The voice of his innocence was purely amazing, making him shudder and arch towards it. It was clear like the breeze of fresh air in the morning, lightly running from one of his ears to the other. It was as if nothing existed in his mind but those crisp words.
Not caring how odd all of this was Allen called out, "Y-Yes..." Oh god how he wanted to hear that voice again. "Yes...more..."
Crown Clown gripped Allen's pants, sliding the zipper down and undoing the button. A few more ribbons slipped in to join the first one, from the front this time, rubbing over his balls to get to where the other was. Allen's silver eyes widened as he thought of what his innocence might do. Would it really do this to him? Or was this some kind of test? Was he sick for wanting it to go further?
He wasn't sure, but either way he heard himself plead, "Please,...touch me..."
'Like this master?' Crown asked, reaching inside the pants with its white hand and cupping the boy.
"A-Ahh...yes!" Allen writhed at the ringing voice in his head and the warm hand between his legs. That voice made all his nerves tingle in luxury, and send goosebumps over his skin. Allen blushed as he asked, no, begged his innocence to knead and rub him where no one else had ever touched him before. "Please Crown Clown...I n-need you..." Was this all too soon? Was it wrong? He didn't even care.
The innocence was glowing as it pulled the pants down, the ribbons that were playing around Allen's entrance helping to lift him up a bit. Crown Clown drank in the sight of his master, face flushed with pleasure and body fully exposed.
Allen gasped as his growing erection hit the cool air. His body wanted more, more of the innocence that ran through his blood and fused into his heart, more of the electrifying touches. Needless to say Allen was surprised when he was flipped over and his ass pulled up into the air.
"Crown...Clown?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. The innocence flared its cape, sending tendrils to wrap around Allen's thighs. The white strips glided up and tightly gripped and massaged his round cheeks.
"A-Ahh...mnngh..." Allen licked his lips, swallowing the slick saliva that threatened to spill onto the sheet. "So good..."
The innocence sent little waves of power through the strips and into the smooth muscle of his master "Unn! Ha...thats...."
A few of the white tendrils trailed up his body, over his hard nipples, and wrapped around his arms. They were held together under his face, before the ribbons moved up to rub his lips. Allen's back arched, digging his face down into his forearms and making his ass move higher. He gasped as a large white finger traced down between his cheeks.
"P-Please touch me... there... again..." He was panting heavily and his body was pumped with adrenaline.
Crown Clown was delighted that he could please his master like this. He knew that the boy was under strain, not just from the 14th, but from his innocence too. Crown Clown didn't want to suck away its master's life, but that's what it had to do to stay alive. To stay alive and protect its master.
The gloved hand reached forward to press at Allen's shining lips. Allen opened his mouth and sucked on the odd fingers without his innocence having to ask, he wanted something that could shut himself up. Not that he cared how he was acting at the moment. He slid his tongue along in between the first two fingers, sucking in little pulses along with the tingling power that surged through him from the white strips wrapped around his trembling body.
Crown Clown shivered a bit and pushed deeper into his master's willing mouth. Those lips were so soft, that tongue so warm....
When he tried to pull the fingers away, Allen sucked on them harder so that they weren't able to leave. As whoreish as it seemed, he liked sucking on them.
There was a loud pop as they pulled out with much force, and Allen whimpered into his arms. "Crown Clown..."
Crown Clown took in the sight before him, His master's legs spread and his little hole puckered and twitching, wanting to be touched. His lips were slick with saliva that slid down and gathered at his arms, and his body was trembling with desire.
What a nice view indeed.
The wet fingers were pushed up to the pink hole in front of him, circling around it a few times. "Ah! yes! p-please put them in me!" Allen called, his muscles clenching and unclenching inside him, waiting in anticipation for what was to come. But instead of feeling fingers inside him, he felt the wet hand reaching around to stroke his throbbing cock. He was about to protest, but he found his mouth occupied by Crown Clown's ribbons. They worked around the inside of his cheeks and played with his tongue, some still rubbing at his lips.
'Master...' Crown Clown sighed, loving the way the boy was sucking slightly, seemingly unaware that he was doing it. He flourished his hand over his masters tip and prodded the slit lightly.
Allen's hips dropped down so that he could rub himself against that huge slick hand, the rumble of Crown Clown's voice sending him into another stage of warm pleasure. He felt the hand wrap around him tighter and start to stroke. He moaned around the strips of white fabric in his mouth and the ones around his legs and arms tightened in response.
The ribbons slid from his mouth, followed by a weak whimper, and trailed around his legs to join the others. The warm hand stopped stroking him and instead circled two fingers around the base of his cock.
"C-Crown...Clown... please don't stop..."
Allen could feel his orgasm closing in, but for some reason he couldn't cum. His mind almost blanked out when the wet ribbons slapped his ass in just the right way. "Mgn! again!" It felt so good to feel the slight tingle on his skin, and when Crown Clown did it again he almost screamed.
He did scream when the wet strips slipped inside him and started to wriggle around. They didn't hurt, being so thin and slick, but he wanted more. He wanted to be filled up by his innocence. Oh god, how wrong that sounded, and most likely was.
Crown Clown seemed to read his distress in the situation, and let the ribbons meld together to make something harder and larger. It moved in and out of him, growing in size with every second.
"G-God...ah!" A few strands slipped in separately to rub his walls down and search for his prostate. When they found it he had to bite his arms to keep from screaming loud enough that the whole order would know what he was doing.
One ribbon took the place where Crown Clown's fingers had circled around his cock, so that the hand could start stroking him again
Crown Clown moved faster, the meld of its ribbons starting to pulse with power. It made Allen squirm and writhe, and when it sent little pulses into his sweet spot he knew what it meant to have his mind blown. It seemed like his cock had a flame going through it, which grew to pool down in his sac.
"P-Please! let me cum! I c-can't take it anymore!" He whimpered into his wrapped arms. A few more thrusts from Crown Clown, and soon a huge burst of radiating power surged through his body. He shook from it, barely muffling his yell of surprise.
His cock was finally released and his body spasmed, as he threw his head back and came into that warm hand. And then everything was dark.
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Crown Clown floated by his master, who had passed out. He really hoped he didn't hurt the boy, but the stated smile on his face said that the he was fine. Crown Clown dressed him while he was sleeping, not wanting anyone to walk in and see his master naked.
He couldn't stay activated very long while Allen was out, not after he had poured its essence into him like that. And so, he deactivated into Allen's left arm, and moved it over the boy's chest so that he could feel the rhythmic heartbeat of his master sleeping.
Crown Clown knew his master would come to him again whenever he needed to take his mind off things.
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oh well. now that i look over that i dont like it anymore. ._______. too late to change it now.