A/N: This is a series of short stories taking place in one cohesive alternate universe. It's about a rock band drummer and a prodigy photographer and everyone else around them. It's Kanda/Lavi mostly but include many other pairings, past and present. The stories will NOT be linear. This will also be on my tumblr (sparklymirror dot tumblr dot com)and probably will be updated faster there, so if you might want to check that for the latest.

Warnings (for all stories): Excessive alcohol, rampant recreational drug use, lots of sex (both yaoi and het), creative cursing, mentions of dead people, and general hedonism.

Takes place in any major city, USA. The first one here is about the first time Lavi and Kanda get together. I will have a separate warning for each individual story if it's warranted. For this one, it's smutty goodness so DON'T READ AT WORK!

Singing to the Scenery

Sugar

Kanda's mouth tasted like sweet sake. It was wholesome and clean, tinged with alcohol and the flavor of unfiltered grain. Completely unlike Tyki's, Lavi thought, whose cigarette habit usually blocked out all other tastes. He opened his mouth wider against Kanda's lips, their tongues touched in a spark of heated breaths and deep exploration. Lavi moaned. He shifted his weight, hands slipped down to encircle the waist of the man currently straddling him. Kanda's fingers raked through his hair. It hurt, just a little, when the other pulled too hard. It also turned him on like nothing else.

He had no idea how they ended up like this. One minute they were chatting casually on the couch, sake and beer on the coffee table and the latest demo from the band playing in the background. The next thing he knew Kanda was crawling into his lap and impatiently tugging at his tank top. It must've been something he'd said, but Lavi couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what it was.

Now they were both half naked with the flies of their respective pants wide open. Lavi's cock was straining against his boxers while Kanda's was already out, tip rubbing deliciously against Lavi's washboard stomach. Kanda grinded down, the curve of his ass settled exactly where Lavi wanted it to and the redhead moaned again, louder this time, as he was pushed back further into the couch.

Kanda had come over to meet with Lulubell, their manager, about the promotional shots for the band's upcoming tour. Lavi was in the shower when he showed up, after an impromptu jam session with a local blues guitarist he knew. Being the drummer Lavi didn't bother much with how the band was run. He came back out, water still clinging to his hair, to Lulubell and the rest of the members heading out the trailer.

"Hey man, come," Devit jerked his head toward the door. "We gonna hop a few bars to celebrate." To which Jasdero echoed eagerly, already chugging from a half-full bottle of whiskey.

"Nah, I'm kinda tired," he had said, which wasn't a total lie. "You guys go. I'll probably turn in early or something."

Some promise that had been, Lavi thought, as he finally tore his mouth away from Kanda's long enough to take a breath. Kanda was looking at him with lidded eyes, lust apparent and face flushed. They stayed like so for a minute, hard-ons poking into each other. Lavi remembered being surprised earlier when he saw that Kanda had not left with the rest. The man was lounging on their couch, scrutinizing the promo photos and sipping cold sake. Lavi didn't even know they had sake around.

If he were more coherent he'd have grasped that Kanda stayed behind just to talk to him. More than talk, most likely, and that everyone else probably knew, too. At the time he didn't think much of it – there were always random folks just hanging around; they were a rock band, after all. He went to the fridge to grab himself a beer, and when he came back Kanda was asking him to take a look at the shots Lulubell had picked. They ended up talking about scheduling and the new set and Kanda's upcoming exhibition before Lavi put down the empty beer bottle and stretched. It was right after that he found himself with an armful of the other, and before he could react Kanda was kissing him like it was just the natural progression of things.

His fingers dipped into the waistband of Kanda's jeans. The brunet moaned, arched his back and rocked into Lavi's erection. Lavi pulled at the pants, squeezing the firm glutes and tracing the exposed entrance. Kanda jerked at the contact, but a coy smirk was making its way to his lips.

"So," Kanda's voice was hoarse with want. "You want to fuck?"

Lavi would've laughed had he the breath left to do so. "Yeah," he managed, rolling the man off him so he could kick off his own pants. When he retrieved a condom and lube from the communal drawer next to the couch Kanda raised an eyebrow. Lavi didn't bother explaining. Sometimes the bedroom in the back was already occupied, other times people were simply too impatient to stop. Just like them. Just like now.

He paused long enough to prep himself as Kanda stared at his cock with a devouring gaze. The brunet licked his lips, and Lavi had to concentrate on lubing so he wouldn't just blow his load right then. He leaned down after he was done, spread Kanda's legs apart, and promptly proceeded to ravish the man into the cushions beneath.

P.S. Yeah did I mention smut? Anyway I'll probably update this in batches, because it works better if I put some semblance of order into the ficlets. So if you just want to read regardless of timeline I'd suggest you check my tumblr (link above and in my profile) because it'll get updated quicker. Thanks all.