All I Wanna Do Chapter 1: The Lonely Boy In The Rain, a d.gray-man fanfic

Chapter 1: The Lonely Boy In The Rain.

August 3, 2014.

Sunday.

It's raining, and hard at that, I can't even see a few feet ahead of me, even with my highbeams on or off, I'm still not able to see clearly. It said on the radio broadcast that today, there was a chance that it was going to rain—but I had no idea that it would rain this much. If I turn off the radio, that's all my ears are able to hear, is the rain pelting down hard onto the hood of my car, creating tiny little beats, or just the same old annoying loud and heavy sounding noises. The roads are slippery, and if I so much as jerk my wheel slightly to the side, it causes my car to start sliding towards the ditch beside me, fucking bald tired are dangerous for this kind of shitty weather.

It was dangerous driving around in this kind of weather, even if you didn't have bald tires, either way it's dangers, and pretty soon I would have to pull over on the side of the road just to wait out the weather and see if the rain would lighten up, but I know for a fact that that won't happen any time soon.

I would then be forced to find a nearby—and cheap—motel so I can get a room for the night. Which to me, doesn't sound like a bad idea, considering that its raining fucking cats and dogs, my car has bald tires, and because I'm tired as hell.

And the only person I can blame at the moment, was myself.

Actually...Well, not really, another person was to blame in all this, I can't take the entire blame, either than the fact that it was my stupid decision to start driving in this shitty weather.

The second person to blame in all this, goes by the name of Allen. Allen Walker. A cute, 17-year-old teenage boy, with pure white hair that falls near the nape of his neck, and bangs that frame his face perfectly. Pale skin like the moon, and eyes that could either tear my world apart, or make me see a bright and happy future ahead. He's kind, he's mature—but still a tad bit childish—and he can be mean when he wants to, but so generous and kind on the surface of it all, kindness that could take your breath away completely.

I met him when I was a senior back in highschool, just before graduating that semester, he joined my school as a sophomore. When we first saw eachother, we knew we had something, and when we started to talk, to hang out, instantly, we felt a spark between each other, a magnetic pull almost. And when we finally got the guts to ask one another out, it was like fireworks were going off, we melted and blended together perfectly. And we had fun, a lot of laughs, a few tears—but not too much, considering we both don't like to see eachother cry—and it was obvious I was starting to fall in love with him, even after I graduated, and now here I am going off to college, I still want to be with him. I would take the time out of my busy college life, to see him and love him exactly how I always wanted to...

But who knew, that meeting a boy I could possibly fall in love with, a boy that showed me how exactly I should feel, a boy that showed me that their is so much more in life, could take everything I held dear in the palm of his hands, and crush it as though it was nothing.

Just today, before the rain starting pouring down hard, and before I made this stupid decision to go for a drive around California. I was supposed to meet up with Allen this morning—as usual, because we always hang out every morning—at his apartment, to have breakfast and maybe makeout a couple dozen times inside his living room on the sofa, but when I showed up there, using my spare key I got from Allen himself. I walked into his apartment, and he was no where to be found, I looked inside his living room, his kitchen, and when I noticed that his clothes were littered from the hallway to his bedroom, I thought: "Okay, maybe he's in his bedroom waiting for me?We're probably going to have sex,and he's waiting for me." As simple as that, no doubts in my mind at all about those words.

And then I thought: "Who knew that Allen would be so sponaneous?He's never like this." Allen was never the one to just do something out of the blue, out of pure whim and snap decisions. He thinks long and hard about certain things, even when it came to the bedroom, he would think about sex as merely something to pass the time, he didn't think anything of it, and he never showed any passion during.

So when I thought about that maybe Allen is waiting for me in his bedroom, naked and waiting for me. I was thrilled, and then I thought: "Maybe Allen finally realizes that sex isn't just something to do when bored?But something to share when two people love eachother, like how we're in love?Has he finally found that passion and spantaneous spark I've been waiting for?"

But when I walk to his bedroom door and open it with a grin alight on my face, I find him—and not alone—inside his bed, naked, but with someone else. Someone who wasn't me.

And when he emerges from the within the blankets, with his hair is tousled, and his skin full of sweat and face flushed, he instantly becomes pale, so deathly pale as though he just saw a ghost, but its then I notice that he's looking directly at me,with shock and fear evident inside his once faithful and innocent grey eyes. I caught him in the act of something...Awful and heart breaking, and he knew it.

And the person that emerges out of the blankets after him, only makes my blood boil, it's my supposed to be best friend inside the bed with him, they're both naked, they're both full of sweat, both panting. The one person I truly ever trusted, the one person I thought that would never betray me. Is inside the bed with my Allen, my boyfriend Allen Walker.

Allen...Was the one person I never thought that could ever hurt me, and the one man I thought that I would fall in love and spend the rest of my days together with, is inside the bed with...

Lenalee Lee.

I never thought Lenalee would go behind my back like that, and I never would've guessed in a million years that Allen would cheat on me with someone like Lenalee. They are both supposed to be my best friends, friends that would never betray or hurt me in anyway. At least that's what they always told me, and that's what I foolishly believed, every word they spewed out before me, I believed them. They made me believe, and think, that their words are real.

So who knew that the both of them, would go and do something like this to me? And how long has this been happening behind my back, without me noticing?

God. How I felt humiliated. Hurt. Broken. And lost. And that's when I decided that driving out in the pouring rain was better than staying at home, crying about it.

So now here I am, inside my car, driving around the city in the dead of night, going about 100 kilomteres down a drenched, rain soaked highway, with raging winds knocking my poor excuse of a car around as though it was weightless, and with my hands trembling like a leaf on the steering wheel in front of me.

I've been driving around all day, my ass is numb like a motherfucker to the point that if I shift my ass, I don't feel a thing, my legs are stiff, and my muscles have now grooved and molded with the seat of my car. I have now, become one with my car.

My red-hair is constantly falling over my single green eye, and I keep having to blow it out of my way so I can see what little road there is before me, but fuck my hair straight to hell, because it's difficult, and even with the greatest of hair-gels out there in the world, it does nothing to tame this messy mop of mine.

I only have one eye, it's a nice shade of green, bright in the sunlight, while my other eye-ball is covered over by the help of a black eyepatch. I got into an accident when I was 9-years-old, and had to get an eyepatch over my eye for the rest of my life.

So when I say that I only have one eye, I can barely see what little space there is before me, to the hood of my car, to the highway in front of me. It seem as though its raining harder than what it was like before. Not to mention it's now night, so that makes my vision very much poor...er. And practically useless.

I sigh heavily and clench my steering wheel in my hands. "Damn it...I should just turn around and head back home." I mutter to myself in displeasure. 'If I go home now though, he would most likely be calling me, or waiting there for me...'

I don't want to see, look, or even hear him right now. The wounds are still too deep, to fresh, that I can't face my problems yet.

But then that's when I hear a second voice inside my head. And damn it, that little voice has a good point: 'What about tomorrow? It's yourfirst day in University tomorrow, Allensaid he would be there to greet you, that he would help youpack up yourbelongings and help youmove into yourdorm room. Now what are you supposed to do? What're you gonnasayto him?'

I bang my head on my steering wheel and groan aloud at my own mistfortune. How the hell am I supposed to know what to say to the person that cheated on me with my best friend? "Hey, how's it going? So how was she?"

I shake my head and look back up to the road, having to squint through the rain just so I can see the road ahead of me, but when I do, I finally notice a flash of silver just ahead of me near the ditch, then I start to notice a dark figure in the rain near the ditch ahead of me walking along the side of the road. It's tall, so it must be a man, covered head to toe in freezing rain no less, with no umbrella, and no coat.

'What the fuck...? Is he alright?' I thought in confusion. 'Who would walk around in the dead of night, in the pouring rain no less, with no umbrella or anything?'

I pass by the stupid man, unable to see his face or his expression, but as I pass him by, I can't help but feel this weight once I do. He isn't a burden, I don't think of him as a burden, but I feel as though I missed my chance...Somehow, and in some way, I lost my chance. I don't know what this chance might be, but I feel like I lost something in a way. And that's when I decide, that I don't wanna lose anything anymore...

I slowly come to a stop in the middle of the road, and sigh heavily in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with me...? He's a stranger. And maybe he's a murderer too...Or a rapist." I purse my lip at the thought.

'But I don't wanna lose anything, I feel like I lost something.' I shake my red-head wildly about, trying to shake those damned thoughts with them, but when I continue to sit there in the middle of the road in my car, I can't help but feel bad for the person on the side of the road, walking in the pouring rain. 'That person wasn't thinking at all from the looks of it, no umbrella, no coat...He's gonna get phenomia...' I groan aloud once again, sometimes I can be too soft for my own good.

I pull my car into reverse, slowly edging my way closer towards the man several metre's behind me, until he finally comes into view in my rearview mirror, and slowly I come to a stop just beside him. I roll down the automatic window on the passenger side, and lean my head down in order to see his face more clearly, and I give the tall man a salute with my two fingers and a smile.

"Yo! You need a ride? Where exactly are you heading anyways?" I call loudly. I have to yell in order for my voice to reach him, only because the rain pouring down around us is louder than my own voice was at the moment.

When the man bends down towards the window, with a smile stretched across his tanned face, he nods his head. "I would love a ride." He accepts with a smile.

I inwardly feel concerned for the man. He's an idiot yeah, for going out in the rain dressed like that. The man is wearing a pure white dress shirt, which is opened slightly at the collar, he's also wearing black dress pants, and a black belt which has a shiny silver belt buckle. And the first thing that pops into my head is how drop dead secy he is, tanned skin, dark onyx eyes, wavy black hair, which is soaking wet and clinging to the nape of his long beautiful neck, and his clothes are drenched and clinging to him like a second skin from the pouring rain.

I unlock my car doors with a small smile and gesture for him to come inside—after I was done checking him out—and when he opens my car door with a pleasant sounding "Thank you" coming out of his smiling lips.

I only nod my head as a reply and pull the car back into drive when I hear the car door slam behind him. "Where are you going?" I ask politely, having to turn my head more towards his direction, only for me to be able to read his facial expression.

Which is smoothed over in relief. "I'm not too sure...If I may be honest." He says with a light nervous chuckle. "I just recently moved here. I just move here yesterday actually..." He announces as he scratches his head meekly. "I woke up thinking that maybe I will go for a jog. So I do, and I jog all around California, passing by a many beautiful sceneries and trees," He goes telling his story with a happy smile heard inside his tone."But when I return home, I felt like I needed to go back and take pictures of all the magnificent sights I've seen. But..." He trails off, hurmoulessly chuckling at himself, his laugh sounds defeated and sad.

When I turn towards him again, just for a quick glance, he's pulling out a soaked camera from within his pants pocket a downcast expression on his handsome face. "I killed my camera from the unexpected down pour, and I'm drenched." He says with a sad sigh. "I guess I'll have to buy myself a new camera..." He mumbles in disappointment.

I only chuckle lightly and focus my entire attention on the long stretch of road before me, even though it's hard to do so. Only because the man sitting beside me is a fucking devilishly handsome man! With those dark eyes, that tanned skin, the wavy rain soaked hair that's falling perfectly down and around his face, and that voice, it could hypnotize me if I'm not careful, and those smiles he gives, it sends shivers down my spine. And I never felt anthing like it before, but...I feel like I have something with this stranger, I don't even know his name, but it feels like I've known him for years. It feels right. And I'm being completely ridiculous, and corny sounding, but...I feel like its fate that brought me to this stranger. But should I put my hopes that high up for me to call it "fate"? Maybe it was merely coincidence that made me find him. But like hell am I going to lose such a opportunity. This man, I feel like he's mine. How can I possibly feel this way, for a complete stranger I have just met?

"Are you okay?"

I feel his hand on top of my own on the steering wheel, its what breaks me out of my thoughts, his hand was warm compared to my own, and I nearly jump out of my skin at the contact of his hand. I quickly snap out of my shock and nod my head fast. "I-I'm fine!" I lie. "I'm just tired..." I trail off with a tired sigh escaping my lips.

I hear him hum in reply. A low, but happy sounding hum as he takes his hand away from my own. As though he just had an idea.

'I wonder what he's gonna say?' I ask myself.

"Why don't you pull over and wait for the rain to light up?" He suggests with a small smile. "Although, I doubt it will...I'm tired myself now that you mention it...Can I trouble you further, by asking if you can drive me to the nearest hotel?" He asks lightly, scratching at his cheek nervously with a small smile. "I don't think I would want to drive around in this weather, how you're able to drive is beyond me." He says with a light laugh.

'He looks hot, even when he's being timid and nervous.'I smile brightly at him and wave his question away dismissively. "It's no trouble at all! I was actually thinking that I should just spend a night in a hotel room." I announce with a grin and a shrug. "I got school in the morning, but I think I'll make it there on time either way. So its no trouble at all." I announce with another casual shrug.

"Oh? What school do you go to, if you don't mind me asking." The man asks in mild curiosity.

"Black Order University? Yeah, I'm just starting college tomorrow." I say with a nod of my head. "It's just a little out of the city, but it's very close to a library, so I like that." I say with a smile.

The man nods his head. "I see. I think I passed by that place earlier. It looks really nice, old and rustic looking, but nice." He says with a delightful sounding tone.

I can't help but melt everytime he opens that mouth of his as he spews forth such beautiful sounding sentences and words with that mere accent of his. I don't recognize that accent, but it sure as hell sounds amazing, he spoke english to me very well that I hardly noticed it, but now if I focus more clearly on his words, there's certain letters that sound a bit off and he rolls his tongue slightly in certain words.

And even if he doesn't talk, he merely has to sit there, with a smile, and I feel like I'm being pulled towards him. He's so Goddamn attractive and sexy that it should be a sin for someone to have these types of charms and powers over people like me.

"The nearest hotel is just around the corner, near a tattoo parlor, I drove around all day, so I practically know every little block and street there is now." I announce with a rueful smile, a rather downcast expression on my face. I must look as though I lost everything. Which in a way, isn't really a lie. I lost a best friend, I lost a boyfriend, and all in one day. Now here I am, sitting beside a drenched stranger, while rain pours heavily outside, without a clue of what tomorrow brings me, and no clue of how exactly I should live my life after these losses.

The car goes silent, but I don't mind at all. Because it gives me more time to think things through. When I had caught Lenalee and Allen together, and when I stormed out of his apartment, I could hear him yelling after me, calling for me desperately. And he almost made me stay by his mere voice, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. But how I wish I was with him now...I wish that Lenalee wasn't a backstabbing tramp, I wish that Allen didn't fall for her tricks, if she was even tricking him to begin with, or if Allen really wanted to be with Lenalee and he just didn't have the guts to break it off with me. I wish I wasn't so in love with Allen. I wish I hadn't met him at all.

No.

Those are lies.

I loved every minute I spent with Allen. I loved everything I had with Allen. I just wish that I figured it out sooner, before it escalated further, and how was I supposed to know Allen swung both ways? I couldn't even believe it was him...

My hands start to tremble again, and my throat feels consticted, it feels dry and painful, and my eye is forming tears, which I try hard to blink back and away to keep myself composed while in the presence of such a beautiful man. But it's hard...I can't stop thinking about the "what if's".

The drive to the hotel was silent, and it was faster than what I remembered it to be, and before I knew it, I was parking my old beat up car into the parking the lot of a run down, shit-can of a hotel, and surprisingly, there is many cars already parked around us.

"Well, we're here." I announce with a small smile as I unbuckle myself from the seat, turn off the ignition with the turn of my keys, and slowly I slide my way out of my car. And as soon as I'm out of my car, the rain soaks my jacket and soaks through my pants, making me feel slightly uncomfortable and cold. I quickly lock my doors as soon as the stranger peels himself out of my car, and we both dash for the warmth and safety of the shitty hotel lobby.

Once I cross the threshold of the doorway and the rain, I sigh in relief and steadily walk my way towards the front desk, hitting my hand a couple times on the golden bell in front of me with a smile.

"I hope they have spare rooms, the parking lot was oddly full." I say with surprise. "This place is usually vacant." I note aloud.

"Must be the rain attracting people here, this is the only place that's open at this hour too." I hear the stranger state from beside me, and when I look over I see him, he's pointing at a 24-hour sign on the front desk.

"How can I help you?" Comes a disgruntled and grouchy voice from in front of me. When I turn my head in the voices direction, I inwardly flinch back at how much wrinkles there is on the old man's bearded and grumpy looking mug. I smile at him either way, even though his appearance makes me wanna turn around and find another hotel in the dead of night, just because he looks like a murderer.

"We're looking for seperate rooms?" I ask with a smile and a tilt of my red-head. "Do you have any spare rooms?"

The hotel clerk merely scoffs aloud and thumbs in the direction of the parking lot. "Did you see how many cars are parked out there, Red? We're packed, we only have one room left, then this whole place is full." He says gruffly, scratching his beard with a scowl. "Do you two want it? There's a pull-out mattress in the couch, but no spare bed."

Me and the stranger both look towards each other, both curious looking, and both of us looking as though we already found the answer. "Yes please." We answer in unison as we both turn our attention back to the desk clerk.

The clerk quirks a grey eyebrow at us, but shrugs at the answer as he takes a key-card, slides it through some sort of machine, before he hands it to us. "Last room. 214. Second floor. Elevator's been broken for years, so you have to take the stairs." He announces gruffly, as though he's been giving that same exact message to the people that walk through these doors for years. Which was probably true in a way.

As I grab the card-key offered out to me, I smile up at the dark-haired stranger and wave the key-card tantilizingly. "Guess you and me gotta wrestle for that bed huh?" I tease with a smirk.

The man merely chuckles lightly and plucks the key-card out of my hand with a smirk of his own. "Oh yeah? Whoever touches it, gets it."

A challenge.

I nod my head with a devious grin. "You're on." I announce.

And just as I do, we both bolt it down the hallway, the desk clerk behind us is loudly shouting at us to stop running, and that we're going to disturb the rest of the people inside the hotel, but we both don't listen and couldn't careless as we gun it down the hallways, and dash up the stairs as fast as our legs could climb, both of us taking two steps at a time in our race for the bed.

I stumble slightly on the last step, and that is what causes me to now drag behind him. I curse the toe of my shoe for lightly hitting the top of the stairs as I run as fast as I can, to catch up to the laughing tanned-skinned stranger now ahead of me in the hallway. And to my horror, he stops with a sudden lurch as he quickly slides the key-card into the slot of the door beside him.

"No!" I shout out in my horror as I watch him open the door with a triumphant grin on his handsome face. I run for it to the door, crash through it, and practically throw myself at the bed.

Unfortunately, and even after I threw myself very dramatically, the dark-haired man still got the bed first.

So I land with a single bounce on the bed, and fall to the floor shortly afterward.

I grunt in pain as I fall to my side on the carpeted floor at his feet, but then quickly get up and point accusingly at the stranger. "HEY!" I shout loudly. "You cheated!"

"How?" The man purrs, kicking his leg over the other as he cradles his chin in his hand to look down at me from the bed. "Did I trip you?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk.

"N-no..." I mumble, looking away.

"Did I make you fall behind?"

"No." I state, hanging my head in defeat.

"Well then, I didn't cheat." He says with a chuckle as he stretches out onto the bed before me with a light sigh. "If it makes you feel any better, this bed is much too hard." He states after a couple minutes of silence.

"Hard enough to make you switch beds with me?" I ask in light hope, my eye going straight for his eyes as I pull my hands up into a pleading position in front of me.

He merely laughs as he sits back up to look down at me from his bed. "Nope." he simply says as he kicks off his shoes and shrugs out of his soaking wet jacket to throw it carelessly onto a chair by a small table on the other side of the small room. "This place looks clean, which is a surprise considering how dirty the desk clerk looked."

I nod my head in agreement to what the stranger says. "Yeah, surprise surprise huh?" I say with a smile as I head towards the couch, which doubles as a bed.

"Wanna share?"

I halt my movements and slowly turn my head over my shoulder, to see the man staring directly into my eye, unwavering and serious. His facial expression says he doesn't mind that idea at all, and if I look more closely, it seems as though he wants to share a bed with me. Which was a ridiculous of a thought, because how could he possibly know I'm gay and don't mind the idea of sharing a bed with another man? And secondly, who would want to share a bed with a complete stranger like me? He doesn't even know my name. And I don't even know his.

And yet...

He had that look in his eyes, telling me that it's alright, that he wants to share, and that he doens't give a damn who I am, as long as I was with him. It's a crazy idea, but the look was so clear in his expression. And in a way, I feel the exact same way. His words are serious, his face is just as serious if not a tad bit curious of my answer, and his body language is sure, held upright and proud looking.

What's the harm?

"Okay." I announce with a nod. I kick off my own shoes, take my socks off, and start to peel out of my jacket, all the while, facing him without a care, I undressed in front of other men before so I really don't give a shit whether he's staring or not.

This man is a stranger to me, nothing more. It shouldn't really matter if we share a bed, this man is nice anyways, he didn't at all look dangerous or creepy, he's been polite since I first saw him in the rain, and we both won't see eachother again on top of all that, so what exactly is the harm in sharing one measly bed with a total stranger?

But even with those thoughts fresh in my mind, I can't help but feel sad at the thought, yes we are strangers to one another, yes we won't see eachother again, and yes it really doesn't matter if we do share a bed.

So what exactly can I do to make this seem more meaningful and less...meaningless?

As I start to unbotton my shirt collar, I stop and look up at him. To see him staring directly at me, his dark eyes staring right at me, not through me, but staring intently into my single green eye, his facial expression is focused and serious, his hair is falling elegantly down his tanned face to the nape of his beautiful neck, his hands on either side of his body and his head is slightly cocked to the side, looking a bit curious as to what I'm doing.

I blush at the intense stare, but I don't take my eye off of him. He sure is handsome, gorgeous actually that I can't look away whenever he looks at me. Especially with the gaze he's giving me now, eyes full of...Predatory instinct, as though he was ready to pounce me, which I wouldn't mind actually.

'Wait, what the hell? I just thought that way of a stranger!'I want to shake my head from those unpredicatble thoughts, but I can't take my eye away from him, even when he gets up from the bed, walks over to me so very slowly, so cat-like, that he makes the movement seem effortless and so smooth. I can't take my eye away, even when he's standing directly in front of me now, with his hand barely touching my chin, and with that beautiful grin he has on his face. I have to tilt my head slightly backwards in order to look in his eyes, and it really hits me how tall he is when standing directly in front of me, I never met anyone who was taller than me, my head probably came up to his shoulders only, leaving me a foot and a half shorter than him. As I tilt my head back, I feel his other hand start to weave his fingers through my hair at the back of my head, and he's now cradling my head inside his hand.

"Can I..." He trails off, his lips barely brushing against my own as he leans in further towards me.

I shiver as his breath hits my lips. "Kiss me..." I command him, not wanting to be kept waiting anymore.

And he does so without hesitation as he locks his lips onto my own, he wraps his other arm around my waist and holds me closer towards him. I growl in the kiss and push him back with both my hands on his dress shirt. I never been treated like this, as though I'm fragile, and I don't like it. I like a bit of roughness, but Allen was always the same in the way he handled me that it was actually a bit of a turn-off. But when I push him back roughly, our lips are still locked in a passionate kiss, when I push him back towards his bed, and even when he lands on top of the bed with a single bounce, and I climb on top of him.

We contiue to kiss, but this time, I lick the bottom of his lip, I can feel his hands searching and tracing lines every which way on my body, and just as he opens his mouth to allow my tongue access, I let my tongue slowly glide into his mouth, where I begin searching and seeking for his tongue, we let our tongue's dance erotically against one another's, he tastes like cigarettes, but it a way, it makes me want to kiss him harder, until I start to feel him wiggling and growling beneath me. He's getting impatient.

'So eager...' My head breathes a whisper.

I start loosening his tie, having to break the kiss momentarily to pull the black tie over his head, but once it's gone, I quickly go back for his lips. I start unbottoning his shirt, and in no time his shirt is completely opened, and when it is, I already start running my hands over every inch of tanned skin I could see, I run my hands down his chest, down his impeccably delicious stomach, then back up to his neck. His whole body was perfectly tanned. It was beautiful to the touch, so smooth, and his abs...I swear he has more abs than I do. He's so strong, so handsome, that I feel blessed to kiss a man and feel a man like him.

As I finally rip away his shirt, he starts un-doing my own shirt, it doesn't take him a while either, considering he only had to undo two more buttons before pulling the hem of my shirt up and over my head. My shirt only had four buttons altogether from my collar, so I feel like luck is on my side for choosing a particularily easy shirt to undo and undress myself from.

He breaks the kiss, momentarly depriving me of his sweet and intoxicating lips, only for them to dive straight for one of my uncovered nipples. I gasp at the feel of his lips and tongue sweeping over the sensitive body part of my chest, but soon I groan in appreciation at his work as I grab his head in both my hands and start to pant heavily at his ministrations. I pull on his hair lightly, which he groans in pleasure for once I do, I take it he likes a little bit of pain too. Just like I do.

I arch my back and let a moan escape my lips when he moves his head, gliding his tongue across my chest as he does, and goes for the other nipple on my chest. I can hear him growl into my chest, feel the vibrations racking through my body with each growl and moan he gives, and soon he has me gasping in surprise as I'm lifted from his lap, to the bed.

I look up, finally locking eyes with this beautiful stranger, and I felt all my doubts, and my thoughts, my fears, leave completely with that one stare alone. His eyes are full of lust, of pride, and of longing. And that's when I notice the little beauty mark under his left eye, its cute. His eyes look me up and down, from my head, to my toes, his eyes are unwavering and full of lust, when he looks back to my face, and he gives me a seductive smirk, and a teasing lick of his lips, he purrs.

"Lucky me." with a smirk.

I pull him towards me, our lips finding eachother once again, this time are kisses are more desperate, more needy, and more passionate than before. He climbs on top of me, his hands feeling and rubbing me every which way on my body.

I'm not surprised that his hand falls down onto my crotch, because clearly he can see the bulge in the middle of my jeans just as well as I can. I hiss at the friction of his hand on my most sensitive body part, and practically I pant wantonly as he starts to rub his hand over and over on the spot. The bulge in my pants are just as evident as his own. We're both hard. And we're both craving for it.

He starts to unbuckle my pants, and I allow him to, I've never been the one on the bottom before, and I'm beginning to regret my decisions, but I don't want to turn back now. This was just getting good. I'm about to have sex with a stranger yes, but this man is who I've been searching for, even when I was with Allen, I was still craving and hoping for a man like this. Now that I have him, even just for tonight, I know I will never regret it.

As he pulls my pants down and throws them over his shoulder, including my underwear, I lay there as naked as can be, blushing madly at his intense stare, but ready for anything, and everything he has to offer me.

He kisses me, just an innocent little touch of lips on my own, before he pulls away with a small smirk. "You're beautiful." He whispers.

My head feels like its spinning as soon as he says those words, they sound so beautiful coming from his lips. They actually make me believe that I'm the most beautiful person alive at that moment. Even though I know it's a lie, and that he's the most beautiful person I could ever meet, I'm simply a nobody in comparison to him.

I gasp loudly as he grabs hold of my sex. I say "sex" because I don't like using those other words to describe my 'pleasure appendage' as I have come to title it, like a dirty pet name. I don't really like using the words "cock" "dick" or any of the rest. It's just obscene and dirty sounding, not to sound like a chick or anything.

As he grabs hold of me, and starts a slow but steady rhythym with his hand, I feel my hips instinctively rising and moving with the beat of his hand. I moan loudly as he starts to pump faster, but just as I'm about to fly over the edge by his warm hand alone, I feel his hand leave me. And as soon as he take his hand away, it makes me feel empty, I sit up, about to ask him for more, when suddenly he pulls his face towards my own and kisses my lips hungrily with a predatory growl. Our lips have now formed a new dance, one that we are very acquianted with already, even though we both had just met.

He slowly pulls away to look me straight in my eye with a smile. "All the way...?" He asks me politely.

I blush furiously at the question, what kind of a question is that anyways? Especially since I'm already fully naked and writhing beneath him?

Instead of replying back with a smart ass retort, I nod my head, offering him my own smile and a sincere answer of. "Yes."

He chuckles at such a serious sounding affirmation, and begins unbuckling his own belt in front of me. I shake my head and halt his hands from their postition. He quirks an eyebrow down at me, but when I shake my head a second time with a smile, I lightly push his hands away, and begin to unbuckle his belt by myself, I then make quick work of his undoing his pants button, and then his zipper, and soon I'm pulling his pants down as well. Eyeing everything displayed before me in temptation and anticipation.

'I'm ready for this, I'm ready for him, I'm ready.' I keep repeating inside my head like a prayer.

Who I'm trying to convince is beyond me, but this man before me is a treasure, and I was going to enjoy this as much as he was going to. And I'll do everything I can to make sure I have him moaning up and down these dirty hotel walls with passion.

Passion that I've been longing for.

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He's panting, his perfectly structered face is contorted in sweet passion and lust, his eye is glazed over in need and want, and I'm looking directly into his beautiful green eye, wishing I could see the other, but those thoughts are soon dashed away. I've just met this stranger, he offered me a ride, and a free hotel room for the night. I owe him one. But this isn't how I'm going to repay him for those kind deeds, this is only step one to my real goal and purpose. I want to make this red-head mine.

I've been searching for a boy like him, he's young, smart, beautiful that I can't stand it any longer, and so innocent it actually makes me sick. But it's admirable, and I'm already hooked.

I stare into his glazed over green eye with lust as I push myself deeper into him, he arches his back, and pulls me in deeper. God, he feels so good. He looks so good. Everything about him, is just so Goddamn beautiful I can't stand it.

I thrust faster, faster, until I can feel him, and hear him, coming close to an intoxicatingly sweet and declious oragasm, he writhes beneath as I continue to ride out the waves of our ecstasy. My body is sore, I guess I'm getting too old for a night of pure passion like this. My black tangled hair falls over my face as I come to a halt above him, his eye is searching for my own, his green eye is still glazed over and eye-lid heavy from exhaustion, but I lean down either way, offering him a grin as I capture his lips once again.

I just had sex with a stranger.

But I don't regret any minute I have spent with him. I don't even know his name, but I know his face, and I'll treasure his body in my mind and heart forever. I want more of him. I want to keep seeing him like this, naked and displayed with want before me. I'll teach him the ways of passion, of sex, of want, of need, and I'll teach him all these pleasant delicious little things, with a smile on my face and a lick of my lips.

The red-head sighs in bliss beneath me as I ease myself out of him, he's still evidently twitching and moaning softly when I slide myself out. I can't help but chuckle at his reactions, it's like he's never had sex before.

My eyes go wide in shock. 'Maybe he hasn't had sex before?' My smile stretches back across my face at that thought. He's cute, innocent, and pure...Well, not anymore actually, when he just had sex with the likes of me.

I smile down at him again and kiss him on the lips one last time, before I lay down beside him and cover both of our unclothed bodies in the blankets of our shared hotel room bed. I can feel him cuddling close to me, and I can't help but lean closer towards him and wrap my arms protectively over my prize.

He's warm, but still shivering. Maybe it's the after affects of sex, I don't really know, but I hug him closer towards me. We're both still sweating, still panting, and still dizzy from the amazing night of sex. But hey,this is what I like, this is what I've been craving for. I night of sex with a beautiful stranger, that could maybe lead to something more. I've finally found someone I've been searching for.

Maybe it was just coincidence that brought this person to me, but I'm not going to just toss this boy aside like I have done to many of the others in the past, I want to claim this boy as mine. His body, his mind, his heart, and soul. I want it all to myself.

I kiss his damp forehead, tasting the sweat of his brow, and can start to feel the pull of sleep in my body and eyes.

"What's...Your name?" I hear the beautiful red-head ask below me.

I smile and rest my chin on his head. "Tyki...I'm Tyki Mikk."

"Oh..." I hear him sigh softly as he hugs me tighter. He's so needy, that I can't help but smile. "I'm Lavi...Lavi Bookman." I hear him say after a couple seconds of silent breathing.

I nod my head. "It's nice to meet you. Lavi Bookman." I whisper. Minutes tick on by without a care, and soon I'm starting to fall asleep, with the red-head in my arms, and the rain still pouring down around us inside the filthy hotel room.

I took a step further into the acts of writing a lemon. I tried my best people! D: And it was a hard thing for me to do...I'm not suited for this stuff, but I thought I would give it another go since I already wrote a One-shot on Allen and Lavi :) As you can clearly see, this is going to be a two-shot of Tyki and Lavi :) Something different. I actually like this couple. But I ship Yuvi, and my OTP is Laven :3 I prefer either or actually!

Anywhoo...

Comments, two-cents, and anything of the sort are always welcomed :) The next chapter I'm probably going to have to post it two days from now, but I promise it will be coming around the mountain. (sorry just had to sing it)

-Hella

P.S: Sorry if you see any mistakes! Seriously people! Need a beta in order for me to stop apologizing for being so half-assed at things! Hah!

P.P.S: Tyki's POV is next chapter :) But this story mostly revolves around Lavi's reaction and such.

Tah!