A Laven 100 themes challenge!

Disclamier: if you think I own DGM you need to stop smoking so much happy-crack

Setting: Story setting

Theme: Strip

A/N: In this one they have been dating for a while now

"H…Hey Allen, I-I wanna…show you..some-somethin- UHH!" Lavi stumbled down the hall and collapsed on his knees, in front of everyone's favorite gentleman, Allen.

"WOOOAH THERE SAILOR," Allen said picking him up and throwing his arm over his shoulder, "What the hell did Komui do to you?"

Lavi looked up to Allen and giggled in his face. "And Lavi, why does your breath smell like alcohol?"

"Hehe.. we..hee….his experiment worked! So w-we decided to celebrate hee.. with champagne! Hee!"

Allen sighed. He had OBVIOUSLY had way too much.

"B-but.. there's something…I-I wanna show you!"

Allen sighed again. Lavi is a weepy drunk, and when he doesn't get what he wants he tends to start bawling. And Allen completely melts when that happens, so either way Lavi would get what he wanted, and this was the least time consuming.

"What do you want to show me, Lavi?"

"We 'ave to go to A-Allen's room first…" At this Allen raised an eyebrow, perplexed as to why his, of all people's rooms.

"Why?"

'U'll see when we get there".

So, with Allen's help, he hobbled down the hall to the exorcist's rooms.

~OOoOO~

"L-Lavi?" Lavi hastily pushed Allen onto the bed when the door was closed. He bent over, straddling him, staring into his eyes hungrily. He held his wrists above him, restrained by his own hands. He bent down and hungrily smothered Allen, biting on his lower lip as Allen moaned in bliss underneath them. Okay, sometimes they could get their kinky on.

When Lavi came up for air Allen started kissing down his neck, and when he let go of his wrists he ran them through his fiery red hair. They were both hungry for each other, needing it as their days weren't filled with seeing each other.

"S-so…. is this what you wanted to show me?" Allen asked, slightly breathless.

"Not exactly…" Lavi winked, and suddenly all visual traces of him being drunk as shit were gone, except the occasional hiccup or two.

"Well, whatever you were doing to show me, I'm DYING to see it" Allen said, trying to be seductive, but failing.

"Well if you insist." Lavi said, leaning down to give him a quick peck. "Stay right here."

A few minutes went by before Lavi walked back in the room. He was carrying a little silver metal box shaped item in his hand.

"What's this?" Allen said sitting up.

"Komui just made it. He's letting me borrow it for the night." Then the redhead whipped around and placed it on the table behind him while he hit a button on the contraption. Suddenly, much to Allen's surprise, raunchy stripper music started playing. Then, Lavi slowly turned around, in time to the music, and, well, put on a show. First, the shoes came flying off in time to the music, Allen's eyes widened. Next, the gloves. Then he slowly and sexily pulled off his shirt, totally taking his time. Allen's mouth opened a little at this, and he swore he could feel his pants getting the slightest bit tight. Then, the pants were lost, and to finish it off in time to the music, he fwhipped off his headband, letting his hair flip with it. Allen's jaw might as well be touching the floor when the music stopped. Lavi crawled back in bed, on top of the bewildered boy.

"I left something for you to take off too" he said, as he bent down to trail kisses along his neck.

The sides of Allen's lips curled up into a smile from his shocked expression. "Why, it's very much appreciated" he said as he slipped a finger under the waist band of Lavi's underwear.

~The next morning~

Allen rolled over to his side to see a naked Lavi pretending to be asleep. Allen whispered "Hey, I have a question for you."

Lavi didn't answer.

"Who taught you those moves? I mean you had to have learned them from somewhere."

Lavi's lips curved into a smile, while replying "Why, Komui taught me yesterday."

A/N: So what do you guys think? This is my first time writing anything smutty or even along those lines. Please rate and review, It's the writer's happy crack.