Title: Dawn of the night
Author: Anae
Beta: Azrax (Thank you, dear.)
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters/pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: overall M/NC-17
Spoilers: overall thorough the manga
Disclaimer: As much as I love both Lavi and Kanda, I can't have them. If I did, there'd definitely be more interacting between them in this series, believe me.
Summary: One-time thing is fine, and it's fine to have a physical relief every now and then, as long as there are no feelings involved. But as you get to know the other, will you be able to stay indifferent?
Important note: These are series of one-shots, but together, they make one whole fic, going through all the manga/anime there is at the moment, showing how both Lavi and Kanda changed during the war and what happened to their relationship.
A/N: I had a horrible writer's block for a long time, but apparently watching/reading D. Gray-Man worked wonders for that, got me addicted to a new pairing.
Ps. Rewievs are love, even more so because this is my first fic of this fandom.
The 1st night: One-time thing
"How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win."
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The first time is an accident, a coincidence, something that isn't supposed to happen, but it did. All in all, it is strictly a one-time thing - something they both agree about.
The second time is no different, and despite the time length between the first and second, it still happened.
They agree that it wouldn't happen again. Ever.
Yet, despite their agreement and mutual thinking, after one successful mission they share a room, which eventually leads sharing bed and ending up spending the night together. Again.
When later at the morning Lavi watches Kanda slipping into the long, black-white uniform, he sighs, making the other boy glance over his shoulder. "What?"
"Just thinkin'." The red-haired youth flops himself to a sitting position, one green eye looking straight into the blue, pondering.
Kanda only 'che's as an answer and turns his back, focusing on pulling the long, raven black hair to a high ponytail. Lavi grimaces – he kind of likes when it's free.
"We should do this more often." Before Kanda can whirl around and protest – he only manages the first – Lavi is looking at him, all serious and explaining himself. "I mean- c'mon, we keep on sayin' 'never again', and endin' up comin' back for more. And that goes for both of us."
Kanda doesn't answer, doesn't admit that he doesn't have enough self-restraint to stay away, not when his maturing body and hormones both are wavering his resolve.
"So how about acceptin' this as something occasional?"
Lavi isn't as stupid as he seems to be, and this time, he has a point. They wouldn't be the first – or the last – people in Order to use human contact as a way to relieve tension and pressure that is thrown on their shoulders by duties, war and past. It is a momentarily escape route, better than sleep where nightmares claim their time, and maybe it doesn't mean to be weak to take the offer.
However… "I don't need any extra luggage."
A warm chucked fills the air as one green eye, glowing like a gem, fixes on other youth's face. "I'm heir to Bookman. I don't want – or need – anything besides the physical."
Kanda nods, taking Mugen that rests against the wall and presents his back on the other boy, mumbling something about a deal before stepping outside the door.
He doesn't need to turn and see Lavi grinning.
