Hello my readers :)

It's been a long time since I've published anything. You are probably waiting for the new chapter of Bitter Sweet Tooth so if you are asking yourself why I'm starting a new story since that one is waiting... don't worry! I haven't forgotten that one, I'm working on it, but in the meanwhile, enjoy this one.

Cute to the point of being sweet, funny as only a Kanda-Lavi combination can be and the promise of my usual M-rated scenes ;)


Cabin Fever - To Love Lavi

Kanda is laying on one of the cabin's beds, the very uncomfortable spring mattress making the muscles of his back sore and his sleep ever more difficult to enjoy. He growls surrendering to the pain and opens his eyes to stare into the semi darkness of the room.

The silence is comforting and his eyes used to darkness glide on the scarce furniture of the room, again. The bed is small and cast in a corner in front of the door and on the same wall as the door is a wooden wardrobe that Kanda hasn't even touched, scared that it would fall apart with a breath. Next to the bed, and opposite to the wardrobe is a table, wooden as the wardrobe but clearly not matched in style or even age. The table sits in front of the window and is accompanied by a creaky chair, on which Kanda sees his folded coat and shirt.

The room is not decorated and it is barely observable in the faint moonlight peeking in between the wooden shutters. Kanda sighs, the tour of the room occupied his mind for too little time and his thoughts begin tumbling down again, annoying him with unnecessary fears.

"I'm not healing. Well, not as fast as I'm used to. This damn slice would still kill me if I stood up."

He rests his hand lightly on his belly, where blood stained bandages wrap a bad and deep slice a Level Two has caused him yesterday.

He is impatient, his comrades went out fighting earlier this morning while he had to lay in that filthy bed waiting and fidgeting, listening to faint explosions and distant crashes proving that the near-by town was still filled with Akuma and that his friends were at least still alive and fighting.

He had expected to be fine by evening but when he had tried to stand up his wound opened making him faint and he would have died of blood loss on the floor, had not Lavi walked in on him and patched him up while constantly blabbering about not being able to fight if he can't trust him to stay put in bed.

He is so annoyed by this whole situation, he is a damn Exorcist, he was born to fight, not to waste time on a bed and be protected… he is the protector!

He doesn't want to think about the possibility that his healing capacity wouldn't go back to normal (and by normal he of course means godly fast) and that this would make him more of a human being that he ever wants to be. How could he fight those Akumas and those Noahs if he isn't able to heal from otherwise deathly injuries? Not that he is scared of dying, he just doesn't want to die at the hands of a demon and not be able to kill that bastard.

This train of thoughts makes him loose his patience and he punches the wall in frustration, wincing at the sudden pain under the bandages. He growls trying to keep an aggravated scream from waking everybody but doesn't consider the simple fact that Lavi's bed is pushed against the other side of the wall, and that his wild punch had the red head on his feet eyes wide and panting in an instant.

"What the hell? What was that?"

Lavi scans the room for anything out of place, his ears aching for the effort of catching any unusual sound. The cabin is surrounded by a thick forest and the only sound is the gentle wind grazing the rooftop, so he can clearly hear Kanda's growl and curse coming from beyond the wall.

He relaxes and decides to check on his friend, so he walks to Kanda's room bare foot, and bare chest also, his hair loose and only his eye patch and trousers on. He lightly knocks on his friend's door and hears another punch on the wall, understanding now what had woken him up. Another curse and he snickers; Kanda doesn't really understand what severed muscles mean. He knocks again, and he takes the low grunt he receives in response as a cheerful "com in!" so he cracks the door enough open to whisper: "Yuu? Can I come in?"

Silence, and then a defeated groan. Oh yes, Kanda knows him enough to know that not even a death threat would keep Lavi out of the room now that he wants to go in, so he saves himself the hassle of trying.

And of course Lavi interprets the groan as a happy invitation, so he enters the room with a broad grin and a stupid tiptoeing walk, trying to keep the noise as down as possible.

Kanda doesn't move much, he just turns his face to look at Lavi and then rolls his eyes at the guy's silly walk. He would punch himself for having woken the annoying brat up but he has sort of understood now that punching is not good for his injury so he restrains himself from doing so, and instead tries to kick Lavi to vent his frustration on him.

"GAAH!" "Kicks not good either, kicks not good either, holy shit it hurts!"

Lavi is kind of taken aback by what he sees, Kanda has tried to kick him (how rude) but didn't even stretch his leg out of the bed before screaming because his abs are still injured and raising his leg is a very, very painful thing to try.

"Serves you right Yuu-chan." He snickers watching the boy contort on his bed and then glare at him furiously trying to stop panting.

He debates whether to move Kanda's clothes to the table and then sit on the chair, but he is just enjoying this thing too much not to take advantage of Kanda's weakened state, so he sits on the bed next to Kanda's hips, wriggling to move the boy and make some space for himself.

"Scoot to the left a bit Yuu-chan, there's no room for me!"

"Because you're not supposed to sit here! Get away from my bed!"

And he tries to push Lavi away, failing miserably because as soon as he tries to gather some strength in his arms and belly to push him he suddenly sees bright white spots in his eyes from pain. He sighs a very aggravated groan and then just resorts to scratch his nails on Lavi's bare back trying to go as deep as his short nails can go. Which is not much.

Lavi is enjoying this helpless Kanda far too much and he teases him more:

"Mmmm Yuu-chan like this, yes, scratch your nails on my back. Oh yes, keep doing it!"

And he moans a very lusty sound that makes Kanda blush fiercely and gape in surprise. God Lavi would pay for this to happen in daylight and be able to see Kanda's flushed cheeks better!

But this is too much teasing for Kanda and he slips his hand up Lavi's back and neck grabbing his hair and pulling painfully until the boy is arching over him and hitting the back of his head on the wall.

This movement costs Kanda as well so as Lavi whines a pained sound Kanda grits his teeth and snorts, feeling the skin pull at the injury.

"My… Yuu-chan… you're so mean to me."

A pouting Lavi is not the reaction Kanda had hoped for, so he rolls his eyes again, cursing how hopeless the guy is. And as his eyes are not focused on Lavi they can't see the redhead sudden movement as he swiftly turns to him, propped up with his hands on each side of his head as he pushes a quick kiss on his lips. Before Kanda can even react (and he would have reacted very violently) Lavi is on his feet again, grinning madly for the effort of not bursting into a loud laugh.

"You! You…! Gaah!"

"Ooh Yuu-chan? You don't know what to say? It's ok, I liked it too, no need to thank me."

And as if possible Kanda's eyes grow even wider, and his jaw drops down so much Lavi can see his teeth and tongue inside. He tries to sit up but his face flinches with sudden pain and he flops angrily on the pillow again, one hand on his bandages and a frustrated sob escaping his throat.

Lavi keeps laughing for a moment, but the image of Kanda in such helpless state soon makes his laugh wither into a soft chuckle, and then his grin fade into a worried look. He feels a complete jerk and clears his throat, knowing he would have to apologise and actually help Kanda.


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