So I clearly realised I haven't been writing stories in years, much less been posting them up online. My apologies. I, however, have been dabbling in a few drabbles here and there, which I never bothered—and will never bother—uploading. Hopefully these few private stories helped keep the rust from taking over my writing skills? God only knows.
Anyways, I've recently gotten myself back into the Man fandom once again, with the revival of its manga and what have you. I swear, every one, two years or so, I jump straight back into this tight-knitted fandom and it's great. DGM has been, and will always be, my most beloved series. It's the very first anime/manga/fandom I got myself into, back nearly 10 good years ago when I was still a brat making my first step into the world of Anime. So when reading reading fics of my absolute most favourite OTP of all time: Laven, I got hit by lots of inspiration. Writing for this pairing makes my blood rush, and how else to get it pumping, if not through kissing scenes?
This entire fic is going to be a whopping 22 chapters long (hopefully; if I can motivate myself to write for each prompt /lol). The chapters are inspired from a kissing meme posted on Tumblr, which I have taken into myself the liberty to freely write, despite them being ask-prompts, because I am a loser like that who never ever receives asks and get prompts.
The chapters are each going to be different ratings, genres, and what-not. I hope you readers are open to that. I'll make sure to put up warnings before each chapter though. I hope you like these little goodies I whip up at ungodly hours of the night.
Chapter 1:
Genre(s): Romance
Warning(s): Rated slight-M for implied scenes, actions, and a very hungry little Lavi.
I would just like to say that this was written at 5 a.m in the bloody morning when I should have been asleep instead, and I would like to apologize in advance if there are any mistakes or typos. I did my best to eliminate any of these when I woke up a few hours later, more awake, but I cannot promise it is completely error-free.
Chapter 1:
{Hot, steamy kiss}
It's been a long day, filled with endless battles against akumas, searching for the location of the innocence fragment, and struggling to protect it from said akumas, and Lavi's more than a little exhausted with all the exertion placed on his body earlier in the day. He's slick with sweat and grime, and lined with cuts and bruises, and his jacket is torn in more places than one, scarf a little singed. All he wants to do is just crash into the inn's bed and sleep the rest of the night—and week, even—away, but Allen had vehemently tugged harshly on the redhead's scarf, nearly choking him.
"You can't sleep—at least not yet! You'll dirty the sheets with your muck, you idiot!"
Lavi's way too spent for this, but he thinks he managed to get out a somewhat coherent whine, because Allen snaps back:
"I don't care! Go take a bath, or so Lord help me, I'll make you."
"Well then, go ahead," is what he assumes his reply is.
And Allen does. He yanks on Lavi's arm, dragging him none too gently to the bathroom, and shuts the door behind them. He tsk's in slight annoyance, when Lavi slumps over Allen, face buried in the juncture of his clavicle, grumbling God, Allen, can't a man just sleep? I can just bathe in the morning, can't I?
"Absolutely not," comes the resolute answer, as Allen works on removing Lavi's jacket, unwinding the scarf around the taller male's neck in the process. When Lavi's stripped down to nothing—with some difficulty on Allen's part, because fucking hell, Lavi, stop leaning on me!—the teen shoves his boyfriend upright and away from him, sending the bookman stumbling backwards over his feet in his half-asleep state, and landing in the tub with a loud thump!
"Ow! Hey, what the hell, Allen?!" Lavi barely has the time to get his complaints out when his eye widens, a light dust of blush slowly bleeding out and coloring his face red.
"A- Allen…?" he gulps; his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows in nervousness and maybe a little (a lot of) excitement. Allen turns around after discarding his clothes in a neat pile next to Lavi's, stepping into the tub together with the redhead. It's a little squeezy, and their bodies brush against each other every so often and oh God, it feels so damn good and Allen's no doubt a sin, but Lavi suppresses his urges because it's too soon, Junior! This is nothing they haven't experienced before and they've had times they were in even closer proximity, and the Bookman Junior can at least exercise some (albeit close to none) self-control; though his hands are already trembling, palms moist with sweat and-
"Well, I did say I'd make you shower, didn't I?" Allen states simply, as if he were discussing something as casual as the weather, while he moves to turn on the shower head and guides Lavi under the water streaming from overhead. He works away at the dirt and grime and blood caked on the redhead's lean (but oh-so-deliciously toned) body.
Lavi, now much more awake, in both mind and body, snakes his arms around his partner's slightly thin waist, moving in for a peck, but Allen smacks the offending limbs away, shoving Lavi's face out of his personal space, because I'm busy trying to scrub the dirt away, Lavi, goddamn it! Lavi lets out an indignant cry when he got denied the kiss.
And each time Lavi makes any move of trying to steal a kiss from his boyfriend, the younger teen would berate him, right him again, and continue his cleansing. After ten minutes of a ceaseless cycle of moving in, getting reprimanded, and being elbowed away, Lavi's had enough because right now, he's wide awake and attentive, and Allen's naked mere centimeters away in front of him, much too hot and much too delectable to not make a move on, and at this rate Little Lavi Junior's going to be fully upright and ready to blow and it's going to be embarrassing because who the hell comes at the mere sight of their lover (however hot Allen looks).
With a heated cry of frustration, Lavi jerks Allen's wrists away from his body, holding them in one palm above the white-haired boy's head, shoving him backwards up and against the wall, perhaps a little too harshly (Lavi makes a mental note to apologize for that later). His face moves forward in a blur and he presses his lips firmly on Allen's, noses clashing and foreheads bumping none too gently against each other in his haste. Lavi adjusts their position into something more comfortable and less awkward, never once breaking the contact as their mouths dance together in a hot, steamy kiss.
Once their postures are corrected, Lavi nibbles hungrily on Allen's chapped lips, roughly shoving his tongue in his boyfriend's mouth when he gasps softly. Allen smells and tastes of love and home and Allen, and Lavi tries so hard not to crush him any harder against the hard wall (because getting roughly thrown against it was enough for one night, thank you very much, Lavi) with how much he loves the British boy.
The two move against each other, Lavi nudging Allen's legs apart, and placing his knee in between them; his growing arousal pressing up against the teen's inner thigh. Allen moans into Lavi's mouth at this, and the redhead feels his dick twitch in excitement.
The white-haired boy notices his hands are finally released from Lavi's grasp, and they immediately roam around his form, caressing every dip and curve of the other's toned body, tracing the lines that define his abs, and leaving feather light touches along the scars that litter his torso; the shower's still running and their bodies are so aroused and so stimulated and so, so wet, and it's so hot, oh God! Allen drags his fingernails down the other's back, the long nails from his left hand surely leaving angry red trails, when Lavi suckles on his tongue, eliciting soft whines and whimpers of pleasure. His hands reach the end of the taller male's back, but they don't stop, instead venturing further down and daringly squeezing Lavi's delightfully perky bottom; Lavi, oh Lavi! More!
Lavi's more than a little amused (and very turned on) at Allen's uncharacteristic bold display and forwardness, and he doesn't do anything to hide this, smirking against Allen's lips. It's only when he feels his lungs caving in and Allen's hands faltering from the lack of air does Lavi end their fervent kiss.
"Well somebody's finally awake, huh?"
Lavi grins, panting hard, and once again impatiently closing the distance between them for a second kiss.
"And whose fault is that?"
Allen can only chuckle as their lips meet again for a second (and more intense) kiss.