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Warning: Bad language and CrossxAllen Smut! Oh and some mild drug use (it's just pot)
Tarot Card Meaning: This card stands for someone else than the querent (Allen) and is someone with a magnetic personality, someone who can convince people of almost anything. He helps reveal an important truth to the querent, which the querent secretely had in his head all along. He helps the querent decide what to do with it.
THE MAGICIAN
By the time they left the restaurant it had started to rain and the boulevard that'd been crowded two hours before was deserted.
"Hey, maybe we'll meet him next time, eh?" Lavi said with a grin and a wave when he walked off in the opposite direction of Allen and Lenalee with Miranda. Because neither Marie nor Kanda showed up, Lavi was going to take her home.
Allen smiled back and waved, "Yeah, I hope so too. See you tomorrow, Lavi, Miranda!"
"Goodnight you guys," Miranda said, suppressing a yawn.
"Get a good night sleep, Miranda," Lenalee advised her with a little worried frown.
Miranda smiled softly and waved before hurrying after Lavi who'd parked a way off.
"Guess Marie and Kanda really had no time to spare," Allen commented, walking over to the light blue New Beetle he and Lenalee co-owned.
"Yeah, it's been what now? A week since Marie has been working non-stop on the opening of the dojo? She's barely seen her fiancé because of it; Kanda is really working him to the bone!"
They stepped into the car once she unlocked it and drove off.
"Did Tyki call?" she asked when she saw him checking his messages on his phone.
"No…" Allen replied with a frown, flipping through the pages of his inbox with a flick of his finger over the screen. "Oh no…" he then whispered in dismay.
Lenalee glanced over at him. "What is it?"
"Chaoji's mother is back in the hospital," he announced, reading their friend's message. "She's been experiencing shortness of breath again."
Lenalee gasped quietly. "Oh no, the angioplasty* didn't take?"
Allen shrugged, "That's what they're trying to figure out right now."
"Tell him it's okay if he misses tomorrow's practice, we're just going to go over the lyrics and the compositions. Miranda and I can sing acapella with Lavi on the accoustic guitar. We can do without our beloved drummer. Also tell him there's no big rush; we've booked the studio for recording by the end of the week."
Allen nodded, "Yeah, he's at the hospital so I'll just send him a message back."
"So, not too disappointed?" she asked after a moment of silence had passed.
"About Tyki not being there? Sure," Allen admitted with a shrug and a small grin. "But I wasn't really expecting him to be there… It would've been great if he had been there, but I had a good time either way."
"Good to hear," Lenalee whispered, checking her rearview mirror and smirking. "I liked the place; it had a great concept with the sushis on small colored plates on the conveyor belt."
Allen laughed, "Yeah, I liked that too and also the fact that you can see the chef preparing every plate, so you know it fresh. I've never seen Lavi eat that much fish in like ever!"
Lenalee giggled. "It sure was tasty, in fact I think it was the best sushi I've eaten in a while and it was at an affordable price, too."
"Well yeah, each plate color is a price code so you can actually decide for yourself how much you want to pay when you're done," Allen explained.
"Yeah," Lenalee nodded. "We could start hanging there after practice?"
Allen gave a skeptic stare and chuckled. "Sure, because I want Tyki to think I'm stalking him."
"Other than in your mind, you mean?" she retorted, laughing.
"Hardy har har! No," Allen scowled, folding his arms over his chest.
"You should invite him to our next gig," Lenalee suggested, taking the next street on her left so they arrived on their street.
"He's like this big entrepreneur who owns different buildings in the city, you really think he has time to come see one of our gigs?" Allen asked, feeling a little insecure all of a sudden.
"I don't know, I hear Black Order is pretty big in town and they almost always sell out…" she said, voice dripping with irony. "Also, the songwriter of the group, Allen Walker, who also plays the keyboard and is occasionally a rhythm guitarist for the group, is unbelievably cute and gives one hell of a blowjob!"
"Oh my God, you're right! Alright, I'll ask him!" Allen laughed, unbuckling his seatbelt when she stopped their car in front of their small house.
"Don't sell yourself short, babe," she whispered, leaning into him and cupping his face with her right palm. "He is bound to like you!"
"Thanks, babe," he whispered back smiling softly, giving her a peck on her lips.
She hugged him and smiled, suddenly noticing that the light in Allen's room on the second floor was on. "Uh, I think you have a visitor."
Allen frowned and let go of her, turning around in his seat to look for himself. A blush grew over his cheeks. "I wasn't expecting him for another week!" he whispered, tucking a few strands of his bleached hair behind his ears before opening his side of the car and hurrying over to the house.
Lenalee watched him go, wondering if her friend even realized how excited he became whenever Big Red was in town.
She then wondered if he knew he was only setting himself up for more heartbreak. Yet she didn't blame him.
Letting go was a bitch and bad habits die hard.
His back hit the door he'd barely finished closing a few seconds earlier and he breathed in that musky scent of tobacco and leather that sent his mind reeling time and time again.
"You're… here…?" Allen breathed between kisses.
"Had time on my hands…" he breathed back before capturing the younger male's lips hungrily and mercilessly, tongue delving into his mouth possessively.
Like always, the first time after Big Red's return from absence was raw and almost animalistic, and this time was no exception to the rule.
His desire radiated off of him in crushing waves that left Allen shivering with anticipation.
It wasn't long before he found himself on his bed and underneath the larger man, his naked body pressed against Big Red's still fully clothed one, his feet dangling off his broad shoulders.
"I don't want to hurt you, so relax," Big Red murmured gruffly.
"Fuck!" Allen cried when those first wide and thick inches breached him. "Marian, come on— just… I have lube—" the rest of his protest disappeared in a gasp and yell. The bastard just forced his way in. Like usual.
Allen only saw red when he opened his eyes again; Marian's lips were pressing against the star shaped scar above his left eyebrow.
"So tight, Allen…"
Allen grunted in discomfort. "M-move!"
Marian complied and pushed back on his hands on each side of Allen's head, catching his grey gaze with his light brown one, his long hair failing around them in an endless cascade of carmine. When next he thrust, Allen whimpered and both sets of his white colored nails dug into the muscles of the arms bracing his lover. The pain was already beginning to subside and he forced himself to breathe through it carefully as Marian picked up the pace, his hips working in fast, precise and whipping thrusts, the pleasure growing exponentially. Allen didn't even try to hold himself back, he knew he couldn't, he never had been able to. Not with Marian Cross aka Big Red. He would cum once, maybe twice before Mr Big Red was anywhere near his limit.
And so, before he knew it, he was already breathless and moaning helplessly and beseechingly.
Cross loved to watch Allen like this. Loved to see what he did to Allen every time they did it like this. Each nuance of Allen's pleasure and pain as he pounded into his body was a source of wonderment for him. No doubt the boy was beauteous and he experienced something akin to longing when they spent time apart. To be completely honest he found a sense of peace whenever he came to this beach side town, a calm he couldn't find when he was rushing from one city to another with the rock band he produced and managed. He wouldn't deny the boy was precious to him because of their history, a piece of him he wouldn't like to see disappear any time soon.
"Marian…!"
He watched him come undone and closed his eyes at the rush of warmth that splattered against his stomach and chest, smiling gently when Allen opened teary eyes up to him. He then eased Allen's legs off his shoulders and spread the blonde's tights wide so he could wrap them around his hips and bent over to kiss him and go for a last spurt.
It burned; felt scorching even and Allen couldn't but cry out again and arch his back when Cross came inside, grunting wordlessly in his ear, raining soft kisses on the side of his face.
"Fuck…" he hissed as Cross slowly pulled out, the endorphin levels in his body now back to normal and because of that came the dreaded, incessant throbbing sensation in his lower back.
Cross rolled off of him and next to him on the large bed with one arm over his forehead, catching his breath.
"Do you have any pot?" Allen asked after a while, sitting up.
"Yeah," Cross answered, reaching for the small bag next to the bed and taking out a golden cigarette container and a lighter. He took out an expertedly rolled joint and gave it to him, watching how Allen leaned over his chest and placed it between his lips.
Allen inhaled the smoke as the joint was lit and then bent over to share the smoke with Cross through a kiss. The kiss soon became a heated one and Allen crawled on top of his lover, breaking lip contact and placing the joint back in his mouth as he reached for the lube in his bedside cabinet left from Cross' head.
After the necessary preparations Allen slid down Cross' renewed erection and groaned, arching when big hands settled on his hips and followed the lazy rhythm. He bent over and buried his face in the crook of Cross' neck and shoulder to nip and suck at the sensitive skin there, guiding the joint he still held in his right hand towards the older man's mouth while rolling his hips up and down sensually.
"Fuck yeah…"
Allen moaned in approval and sat up again, picking the joint from Cross' mouth and taking a last drag before putting it on the cabinet so he could focus on fucking the brains out of his demanding lover.
He never heard his phone in the back pocket of his pants buzz by the door, nor did he see the name that appeared on the screen.
Incoming Call: Tyki Mikk
Answer? Yes/No?
*Angioplasty: is the technique of mechanically widening a narrowed or obstructed blood vessel. In this story i'm talking about a coronary angioplasty: widening of a heart artery.
ToBeContinued...
-BDP-