PWP, anyone?
Kanda opens the door to Lavi's room, his mind reeling with dirty secrets. He sits on the bed, smelling Lavi all around him, and the secrets start to unwind.
Kanda imagines that Lavi is in the room with him. He'd grin stupidly and call out to him. Hi Yuu-chan! Yuu-chan, Yuu-chan, Yuu, Yuu, Yuu. And then Kanda would tell him to shut up, stop calling me that, I hate you.
But he never means any of it, ever.
The sound of his name, when Lavi says it, gets to him.
His hand slides from his stomach into his pants and he takes pulsing flesh into his palm. Yuu-chan. Yuu. Yuu.
"Lavi..." He whispers the name like a secret. And it is – his secret. Because Yuu Kanda doesn't have wants, he doesn't need or feel. He is a weapon in a war.
He uses his other hand to undo his pants, sliding them down to his knees while he lifts himself to kneel, his legs spread wide. He tells himself that that is Lavi's hand caressing his ass, not his own.
"Lavi..."
His fingers reach towards his backside, lightly stroking sensitive skin before they reach inside. He searches, is always searching, until he finds. Then he rubs at that spot, his body shuddering uncontrollably as he wishes, wishes it was Lavi doing these things to him.
"Lavi!"
Kanda stares at the white coating on his hand and Lavi's bed. Then he turns to the door.
"Yuu?"
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"You're sick."
"Lavi, I-"
"Kanda... Of all the depraved... and in my room, too!"
"Lavi-"
"Shut up! Just shut-"
"La-"
"SHUT UP!"
Lavi's fist hits him square in the jaw and he can see red, taste copper. Then he remembers it's impossible. Lavi isn't violent; he's far too happy. Cheerful, mischievous. Lavi calls him Yuu.
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Kanda doesn't see Lavi for days. Not at breakfast, not dinner. He's on no mission, either.
He only sees him when he sleeps at night. Lavi comes close, and he bites and hits and punches until Kanda's coloured in black and blue and red. He wakes up panting and aching.
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Kanda goes to the bathroom to wash sweat from his face.
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He enters the room and the next thing Kanda knows is that he's being pushed against the wall of one of the stalls, and Lavi is all over him. He feels like he's being smothered, suffocated. Hands are pulling at his clothes and out of the corner of his eye he sees the button torn clean from his pants, hears it roll and clatter to the floor far too loudly. Lavi growls, shoving him hard as though it's his fault.
And then Kanda's pants look like a puddle on the tiles and his legs are aching next to his face. He groans when Lavi's mouth reaches his neck, tongue probing and teeth biting. Lavi's cock is pressing, still clothed, against his entrance. He's hard as a rock.
"You're disgusting," Lavi grates, his voice angry, accusing, as he unzips his fly. Kanda cringes, then moans when the Bookman presses inside. He's not prepared, but it feels good anyway. It's what he wanted, but...
"Twisted... Little... Shit..."
Insults are punctuated between thrusts as Lavi fucks him. His thigh muscles ache from their strange angle. The press on his prostate stuns him.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
Kanda cries out and comes violently, but Lavi doesn't slow down. He continues slamming him against the wall over and over until he does too, still swearing.
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Kanda stares at himself in the mirror. There are still bruises ringed around his ankles and all down his back. Raw bite marks are raised from his neck. He smiles. This is Lavi's gift to him, and he'll take what he can get. Before it fades.