A/N ~ Hello my lovely darlings~! This is my first fanfic, so some criticism would be nice. I am open to any suggestions on how to improve~!

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Embarrassment of Love

(Chapter 1)

Sweat slicked the small, lithe, yet muscular body as the white-haired teen concentrated soley on what he was doing. "397.. 398.." He didn't notice his best red-haired friend enter the room. Lavi had wanted to speak with Allen for a few days, and finally grew the balls to do it. (After one sleepless night, and many occasions when Lenalee had almost killed him with her Dark Boots for thinking he intentionally spaced out because she was boring or annoying him.) Before he even got to utter a single word, all he could do was stare. "399.. 400!" Allen grunted before finally noticing Lavi, (Who was trying to calm his racing heart) and fell off the chair, landing directly on his backside. "Ouch!" He winced slightly before standing and fuming at the older of the two. "Damn it, Lavi! Knock next time!" "S-Sorry... I didn't think you were busy. You weren't in the cafeteria, or the training room with Yuu-chan, so I'd figured you'd still be asleep~!" Allen smiled a bit, not being able to stay mad at Lavi. "It's okay. Did you need something?" Lavi, in the end, chickened out. He tried to act calm, and turned in an attempt to hide his slight blush from the still shirtless and sweaty Allen. "U-Uhm.. Komui wanted me to tell you that everyone is getting a week off from our missions..." Lavi mentally slapped himself across the face. It WAS true, but he had barely listened when he was being told himself, (As he was too busy thinking and trying not to be as nervous as he was.) not to mention he felt constricted, not being brave enough to tell Allen how he felt. He had killed many Akuma, and even saw the supposed 'death' of his best friend, and current crush. That was also added to the fact that he would be punished by the old panda if he ever found out, because being a Bookman Junior didn't allow him to involve himself in relationships, or even hold feelings for others. He was a neutral party. Apart from everyone else. A bystander in a war that was not his own, simply recording every tiny, and minute detail. Yet, he couldn't tell Allen how he felt, aside from those facts.

Allen had been Lavi's only reason for waking up in the mornings for some time now, (As corny as it sounded) and much to his chagrin, his only reason and thoughts for pleasuring himself at night. "Really? That's great! I'll have to train extra hard with so much time for myself now!" He laughed to himself, giving a determined fist pump and trotting out of his room with a bath towel slung over his shoulder that Lavi hadn't noticed before. "I'm going for a shower. See you in a bit." He left without another word.

'He looked so... Gorgeous... I don't know how much longer I can hold back...'

He removed the bandana taming his wild, fiery red hair and ran his fingers through it while sighing. Not only did he think something completely stupid right after, but acted on it as if it were his life calling. Without a single objection crossing his mind, he leapt onto Allen's bed and buried his face in the fluffy pillow, inhaling deeply. His lower regions instantly twitched to life.

'It smells just like him..'

Yet again, he mentally slapped himself across the face for his perverse thoughts but didn't dare move a muscle. Or stop.

'Rain.. Mint.. Very faint smell of sweat..'

These smells invaded his nose. He wanted to stay like he was forever, and remain lost in time. Without even thinking, he mindlessly snaked a hand under his otherwise limp body and rubbed the heel of his palm over the clothed erection housed in his pants.

'If Allen were to come back and see me like this..- It feels too good to move.. But.. He'll hate me if he ever found out!'

And with that, he shakily rose to his feet and ran to his own room while trying to ignore the slight pain down south.

(Allen's POV)

I sighed and placed my hands on the cold, navy tiled wall in front of me with my head hung, warm water running down my tired body. It was getting more difficult to sleep at night. Constant fear of having the same nightmare of Mana kept me tossing and turning, added to the fact that my left eye randomly activated at night, as if searching for an Akuma that were far away. As if telling me that killing the Akuma were a better use of my time over sleeping. My snowy hair stuck to the back of my neck and my forehead. I allowed a small and salty tear to roll down my cheek before blinking and telling myself not to cry.

'Stay strong for Lenalee and the others, you big baby! You can't have them worrying about you all the time!'

After what seemed like hours, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel through the curtain, wrapped it tightly around my waist, and slipped out, being greeted by comforting steamy air.

(Lavi's POV)

After reaching my room, I fell back onto the bed and allowed my hand to unzip my pants, watching as it removed the needy erection from it's confines. Wanting to end this quickly, I closed my eyes and fantasized.

"Allen.." The white-haired boy straddled him and ground his hips with Lavi's. They both moaned, knowing the other wanted more. Without hesitation, Lavi gripped his lover's hips to make him move faster. "Lavi.. Let me taste you.." The younger slowly climbed off of Lavi and pulled said boy's boxers down to his knees, ignoring his own needs as the desire to taste Lavi controlled him. They both were slicked in a light sheen of sweat, hair wild messes, faces flushed pink, breaths heavy with desire, and creamy skin rubbing together. Allen bit his lip and lazily dragged his tongue over the underside of Lavi's impatient and rock hard manhood, the older hissing at the sensation. "Allen... More..~" He moaned, his hot breath cascading over the thick rod of sensitive flesh. His fingers were firm around the base and his lips wrapped around the head, his tongue prodding at the slit and soaking up his precum. "Oh Allen... F-Fuck.." His fingers were locked in his fiery hair, Allen's tongue now busying itself with swirling around the head before he slid his small mouth as far down the shaft as possible, a few inches still left from the large size of the eighteen year old.

Even though his fantasy had ended, he was satisfied with one last pump of his fist, came into his hand, and screamed in utter bliss, trying not to moan the name of the one he desired, and had just fantasized about.

(Normal POV)

Allen was now happy as always, skipping towards the cafeteria, and trying not to focus on the stomach that seemed to be gnawing at his very soul, calling out to him, begging to be filled with Jerry's delicious food. A wide smile was plastered to his face as he entered through the large doors. Various finders and one Exorcist (Kanda, peacefully eating Soba noodles with a scowl as usual) crowded the dining hall. Jerry blushed when he saw Allen approaching. "Hey there, cutie~! What can I cook for you today~?" Said 'cutie' thought a moment, before lighting up and blurting out his order so fast, anybody listening barely heard. Except Jerry of course. Only the words; 'apple', 'pie', 'dango', 'stew', 'beef', and 'rice' were heard. Lavi calmly entered the dining hall and approached Allen as the poor boy struggled to carry the large amount of food he ordered. Lavi caught him before he fell over. "Need some help, shortstack?" "My name is Allen! And yes, please.." He sweatdropped as he kindly took half of what he thought Allen had.

About thirty minutes later, Allen sighed happily, contented as his stomach was full and a mountain of empty plates towered above him. He was snapped out of his heavenly food euphoria by the voice of Lavi suddenly blurting out: "Allen, I love you." He blinked and tugged at his ears, as if he had something clogged in them. "W-What...?" Lavi blushed after realising what he said. "N-Nevermind!" Allen shrugged it off, being the incompetent boy he was, assuming it was Lavi being an idiot again and made a couple of trips back to Jerry, returning the various silverware, bowls, and plates he had used.

So. Like it? Did you hate it? DD: It's okay. ;-; I know I'm not the best writer. Anyways, like I said, please review and I'll update! I already have chapter 2 written out for ya. C: