Alright guys! Second chapter is up! I hope you'll enjoy it!

He should have asked for his number. Lavi sighed.

"I swear that if you sigh one more time you better start looking for someplace to crash because I'll kick you out." Kanda threatened over the phone.

"But it's raining, Yuu!" He whined.

"Exactly." Lavi huffed. "But seriously, you need to either forget about the DJ or just go to the club and ask for his goddamn cell number, it's not that hard. You've done it a million times before." He told him.

"Yuu, a-are you concerned for me or something?"

"Of course not! I just can't take anymore of your pinning!" Kanda told him, but yes, he was a bit concerned. It wasn't like Lavi to behave like that because of a night-stand. All that moping and sighing and looking into nothing was driving him insane.

"Riiiight. Anyway, I'll get home in about thirty minutes. The traffic is jammed, so I think I'll walk, no way in hell of taking the bus."

"If you catch cold, don't bitch."

"Yes mom." He hung up and looked up to the black sky. Ugh, damn England and its rain. And he had to leave his umbrella at home, too. Well, he could buy one at the 24h store on the corner.

"Going to stuff your mouth with a big fat cock, fag?" Someone called as he crossed the door.

He hated it. He hated his co-workers, he hated his workplace, but he couldn't leave, not without another job secured. Yuu would understand, he knew he would because they had talked about it.

It had been almost a year and some months since their Talk. He had arrived home with his shirt untucked, his eyepatch missing and a swelling cheek. Yuu, who had been doing his homework and Lenalee (she had been living with them for a while), had sat him down on the sofa and as the Chinese girl went to fetch cotton and disinfectant, Yuu went to fetch one of his spare patches, giving it to him wordlessly as he took the seat next to him.

"What happened?" She asked as she started to treat him, seeing that his lip was broken, too.

"They decided that today was 'harass the faggot' day." He replied, his voice dripping sarcasm in each word.

"Oh Lavi…" She whispered before sitting next to him and hugging him. "Why wouldn't you tell us it was this bad?"

"It isn't. It was just today." He told her, his arms circling her to calm her down.

"B-but…!"

"Lenalee, it'll be okay, alright?" He shushed and patted her back.

It hadn't been. Not by a long shot. The roughing him up hadn't happened again, but he was always the one to be given the shittiest news to cover, the one to have the worst schedules and of course, the one with no possibility to get a promotion or a raise.

Their next intervention had been three months back, a Sunday. He had been having breakfast when Yuu stormed in, speaking in a mesh of Japanese, English and French, so he guessed he was talking to either his adoptive father or one of his two adoptive older brothers.

"I said I am ok! No, I don't need more money, Tiedoll!" Hm. So his father it was. "Look, I have to go. I'll text you or something." He frowned at whatever the man had said. "I am not Skyping with Daisa. He's twenty-two for fuck's sake. We saw each other two months ago. And I've got shit to do. I'll see you when you come." And with that he hung up.

"Daisya missing you already?" He asked.

"As always." He started to fix himself a cup of tea and when he was done and left it sitting, he turned around, arms crossed over his chest, with a frown on his face, but this one didn't look like his 'brooding frown', he looked as if he was searching for the exact words to say. "You need to leave."

Oh. He hadn't been expecting that. He knew he wasn't at his best moment and sometimes snapped at Yuu or Lenalee with no reason. He had been sour and ignoring them both, but Lavi thought they understood, that he understood. He had hoped that because of all the years they had known each other, Yuu would let his behaviour slide.

"Uh… Yeah, I should do that." He couldn't let Yuu know how hurt he was, he couldn't. If he was going to be asked to leave, he'd do it with his head held up high. "I'll start looking for something new, don't worry."

"Who said I was worrying?" Right, Yuu didn't do worrying.

Lavi nodded, finished his coffee and stood up. "I'll start making the arrangements to leave."

"On a Sunday? You can wait until tomorrow." No, he couldn't. Or else he'd break in front of him and that was the last thing he wanted.

"The sooner I do it the better."

"Suit yourself." Yuu didn't move, just watched him go to his room and disappear.

And once he was alone in his… No, the room. It wasn't his for much longer, Yuu was kicking him out. He broke down, not the tears-and-slot kind of break down, more of the slide-against-the-door-down-to-the-floor sort of breakdown.

He hugged his head, trying to get the idea of 'homeless' into his head. He had enough savings to live in a motel a while, but his paycheck was ridiculously small, so he wouldn't be able to stay there for more than two or three months. Another option was moving back to France with his grandfather, but he wasn't looking forward to that either. Lavi loved the man, he did, but the old man was just so strict with everything. He could try and find someone to share a flat with, start over with someone new. Lenalee could maybe have him for a while, but after how he treated her, he didn't have much hope there either.

Anyway, he needed to leave the papers ready for Yuu to sign and pack everything into his suitcases. Thank god he mainly had books and clothes with just few pictures, mostly of him and Yuu with the occasional passing friend until they mostly settled with Lenalee.

He packed his clothes in less than two hours, he was good at that, always had been, he was able to put almost two times the clothes his grandfather could inside a normal sized suitcase. And he made sure the framed pictures were in between his clothes so that they didn't break.

When he stepped outside, he realised Kanda had left, probably to tell Lenalee or meet Alma, who knew. Or maybe just to give him space to collect everything he needed. Sometimes he was nice like that.

So he went to the stores around the flat to ask if they had any cardboard boxes they could give him so he put his books in. What he didn't expect when he got back, was Kanda, standing in front of his old room, with a look of utter confusion and hurt written all over his face.

"What's all this?"

"My things. Yeah, I hadn't realised how much I had, either." He tried to joke, but it fell flat, even harder than they usually did with the Japanese.

"That's not the… Why is it all packed up?"

"What do you mean why is it all packed up? We talked about this over breakfast Yuu!" He said exasperatedly, setting the boxes and the tape down on the table with a slam.

"When? Because I certainly do not recall you telling me that you planned to leave the apartment while I was out!" He was hurt. Deeply. It was easy to read it in his eyes, his scowling face.

"You told me I needed to leave, Kanda! What else was there to say?" He slumped against the table. "And you think you have the right to be hurt? Sorry to break it to you, but the one being homeless in a few months is going to be me. I thought you understood, that you knew I wasn't feeling well and that I couldn't be how I usually was, that I had no strength in me to be nice or go with you and Lenalee around. And I'm sorry, ok? But I thought you would at least care a bit for me and let me stay until I got better. So sorry if I've snapped at you or given you the cold shoulder, but it's not as if you never did it to me."

He was crying now, silent tears running down his cheeks. "So you have no right to look at me like this when you told me I needed to get out of here and find myself a new place to stay. I'm the one who should feel hurt and betrayed." He took a pause, blinking, before continuing. "I guess Alma can move in if I'm gone. Lenalee should be happy too, she won't have to put up with my bad humour anymore, she…" He never finished that sentence. Not when he was pulled into a tight embrace by quivering arms. "Kanda?"

"I would never… throw you out. Not like this." The slightly shorter man mumbled. "I… do care." Getting the words out was difficult, he had never been one to share his feelings and emotions and shit with others, not even Lavi or Alma, who were the closest to be his friends. "I never cared for you snapping at me or not talking to me or anything, I know you are going through a rough patch, fuck, everyone in the street probably knows it." The Japanese pulled away, physical contact never being his favourite thing. "I meant your job. You need to get out of there. It's not doing you any good." He explained.

"Oh." He felt like shit right now. He had just accused Yuu of things that hadn't been true, that he himself had put in his head. What kind of friend was he? They had known each other since they were kids, had gone together to school practically almost every day, they celebrated most of the Holidays together, they had moved from San Francisco to London together so they would not lose contact, fuck they were living together and had been for the last three years. He was a worthless friend and person. He wasn't worth to call himself Yuu's friend when the first thing he did was accuse him of things that weren't true. He should have known that Kanda would never kick him out like a dog. How could he had thought that Kanda was that cold when he knew that it was just a facade to protect himself? He had seen Yuu's softer side, around Alma, around his family, around himself. The look of hurt and betrayal he had had in his eyes when he realised he was moving without telling him should have told him that there had been a terrible misunderstanding.

"Hey, are you alright?" He had a hand on his shoulder, either to catch him if he falled or for reassurance.

"Can… can we sit?" Yuu nodded and they sat down on the sofa, Lavi wringing his hands. "I'm sorry. I had no right in saying all of that to you. You've been amazingly supportive, in your way. I just… the thought of you kicking me out was just… unbearable. You are one of the few people I truly consider a friend and… I'm sorry."

"Yeah. No problem. I should have specified what I was talking about anyway." Yuu, for the first time ever in all the years they had known each other, admitted that something was also his fault, even if just partially. "I really think you need to get out of that shithole you call work. You could do so much better, you could go teach at university if you wanted. You could work at a bigger newspapers. They don't deserve you." This was also a first, Kanda comforting him like this, with actual touching and talking like two grown ups.

"But I can't leave. Not until I find a new job, I couldn't pay my part of the rent if I left."

"I don't care about that. Tiedoll would pay yours too, gladly. You know that." He told the redhead.

"And it's because I know that, that I can't do it." Lavi smiled softly. "Don't worry, I swear I'll start looking alright?"

"Yeah, you do that. Now… unpack everything, ok?" The ginger nodded and hugged him quickly before standing up and going to his room, feeling a lot lighter inside: he should have known Yuu did care for him.

He opened the door to the store and went straight to the umbrella section, getting a black one. He paid and started to make his way home.

"Hey Lena!" He answered to the call.

"Hi Lavi. Are you and Kanda doing something this Sunday?" She asked.

"Not that I know of. Why?"

"A friend of mine is arriving here on Sunday and I thought that maybe you would like to come him up with me? With Alma, of course."

"Sounds like a plan to me! I'll tell Yuu about it."

"Great. Thanks! He's getting here around 11am, so we could go have lunch together, right?"

"Sure!" That girl always lifted his spirits.

"Say, have you talked to Allen yet?"

"I don't have his cell number, remember?"

"Forgot about that. We should go back again so you could get it. I could get Alma and my friend to join us." She mused.

"Sounds good to me."

"Damn Lavi, if I had known all it took was to hook up with a cute, cool DJ to get you to go party with me, I would have done it a long time ago."

"Oh, shut up Lena. I was lucky he noticed me, since all the guys there were fucking hideous."

"Well, you got that right." She sighed. "Can you come pick me up on Sunday?"

"Sure Lena-lady. I'll text you with whatever Yuu and Alma say, alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks Lavi, you are the best."

"As if I hadn't known that." He chuckled. "By girl."

"Bye!"

It didn't take him long to get home, his feet wet, but nothing major. "I'm home Yuu!" He yelled when he entered the house.

"I can hear you, don't yell." The Japanese admonished. "And change your shoes before entering, you dumbass!"

"Yeah, yeah. Lenalee says if we want to go with her to pick a friend of hers at the airport in Sunday."

"Do we have to?"

"Well, you can say no and wait for her to come a threaten you with something, so it's your pick." He grinned as he entered the kitchen hearing him grunt in resignation. "She also said to tell Alma." Kanda nodded and fished his phone to text his boyfriend. And as expected, Alma agreed. The guy was just a bubble of joy and happiness.

"When do we have to pick up the fucker?"

"Sunday morning. She said he was arriving around 11am, so I guess we need to leave around 10 and pick Lena and Alma up."

"Which airport?" He asked a bit louder now that Lavi had gone to change his slightly damp clothes and into his pyjama.

"She didn't tell me. I'll ask her." Kanda nodded as he served the food in two plates and gave Lavi one, both of them sitting on the sofa.

Lenalee, Kanda and Alma were sitting on the chairs of the waiting area, Lavi leaning against the wall, never one to sit down and wait. Suddenly, the only girl stood up with a bright smile plastered on her lips.

"Nalei!" She waved at him before sprinting off and jumping at him as soon as she could.

"Lena!" He twirled her around before settling her back on the ground. "You've grown so much!" He looked at her, winking flirtingly.

"Oh shush Nalei, you have grown too!" She teased back before turning around and facing the other three boys. "Boys, this is Nalei, we met back in China when he moved with his aunt. Nal, these are Lavi Bookman, Kanda Yuu and Alma Karma." Alma waved at him with his free hand, his other one holding Kanda's, Lavi grinned and Kanda just nodded.

"Hello." He grinned, too. "So what's the plan?"

"Having lunch, then going out with you to the best club in town." Lenalee told him. "You are coming too, right Alma?"

"Well of course. I have to meet Lavi's friend." He moved his eyebrows suggestively.

"He's a moron." Kanda stated.

"Everyone is a moron to you, cariño(1)." Alma pecked his cheek before winking at him. "Anyway, let's go. I'm starving."

"Agree to that!" Lavi and Lenalee took three of the four bags, put them in the boot of the car and climbed in: Lavi in driver's seat, Kanda next to him and the other three at the back.

During the car ride they learnt that Nalei came from the rural side from India, where he lived and worked at his aunt's house with his sister, whom had died nearly seven years ago due to a disease. After that, he and his aunt moved to Macao, where he met Lenalee and Komui. He went to university in Spain where he was studying Medicine and was going to live in London to do his internship, an opportunity given only to the best of the country.

"What do you all do?" He asked.

"I'm working at a tabloid." Lavi stated and he heard Yuu mutter "shithole" under his breath.

"I'm doing Chemistry, it's my last year."

"And I work as a barista to pay for my classes. I'm doing Psychology." Alma told him. "Hey Lavi, there's a spot there." He pointed at it and Lavi parked.

The only girl in the group had booked them a table, so once everyone had ordered, they easily fell back into the conversation, Alma and Nalei hitting it off real quick due to their almost matching personalities.

"Oh! That's right!" Lenalee exclaimed all of a sudden. "Hey Lavi, can I borrow your phone for a sec?"

"Uh… Sure, what's wrong with yours?"

"Nothing, I just don't have the video anymore." She replied. "Aw, how cute Lavi! You faved it!" She cooed.

"Lena!" He blushed brightly, his whole face almost as red as his own hair.

"What? I think it's super cute." She giggled.

"Yeah, I used to listen to Yuu's voice messages over and over." Alma had no shame and that was a given. Kanda only glared at his boyfriend, his cheeks dusted with a bright pink at the incredibly cheesy confession that he had no need to know about.

"Anyway, Nalei, do you know this guy? Because I think I know him but I can't place him anywhere." She explained him before hitting the video for play.

'Yo, Lavi's friends. This is Allen D. Marian-Campbell, DJ of the Noah's Ark. I'll bring him back to you in a bit. Also, he is a great lay.'

Nalei burst out laughing, tears pooling in his eyes. "He hasn't changed that much after all!" He said as he handed the phone back to its owner.

"So you do know him?" Lenalee asked.

"Of course. I guess you didn't recognise him because he's changed a lot since you two last saw each other. Say, do you remember Allen Walker?"

"Ally? Well of course, we were the Bad Touch Trio in school!" She exclaimed. "I never saw him after he left with his master to Kenya. We kept in touch for a few years, but he suddenly vanished." She sounded terribly heartbroken at that.

The other three knew whom they were talking about: they had seen picture of Lenalee with her childhood friends: a dark haired and dark-skinned Indian boy who had a goofy smile and a British redhead with maroon eyes with fair skin who was usually smirking. They just realised that the dark-haired kid was Nalei.

"They were involved in a car crash six years ago. Cross was left with half of his face scarred, a few broken bones but nothing too serious. Allen had a completely broken leg and when they treated him, the medicine had a second effect in his body. It…"

"Bleached his hair?" Lavi questioned, understanding dawning on him.

Nalei looked taken aback as if he shouldn't know this, before he realised that he had just guessed it.

"Wait, so your Allen" she pointed at Lavi when she understood what the reporter had implied "is our Ally?"

"Yeah. He and Cross moved at Neah's house –his adoptive uncle from his first father, Mana– and lived there while they got better. Allen got a degree in music and started working at the club. He got the tattoo on his face like, two years ago." He quickly summarised, shrugging. "He hasn't changed much though, he is still the same little shit he was back then."

"What about his surnames?"

"Ah. After the accident Cross and Ally got real close, father/son relationship, I mean. So he ended up changing his surname to Cross'. And then Cross started to go out with Neah, so he took Neah's too. Or something like that."

Lavi was speechless. There was so much more to Allen than what first met the eye. And that just made him a thousand times more interesting in his eyes.

"Well, he's going to have to explain himself to me, that's for sure. How dare he stop trying to contact me?" She was fuming now, and it was incredibly cute.

"I think he lost your number, Lena." Nalei laughed, bumping her shoulder. "You know he loves you like the sister he never had."

"Of course he does. Anyway, thank god you'll be coming with us to the club. Those two are useless when it comes to having fun." She pointed at Kanda and Lavi, who only huffed.

"How is it my fault the music he has to play is crap?" The ginger said.

"And you dragged me in by threatening me. Sorry if I didn't feel like lightening your mood." Kanda groaned as he took a fry drenched in mayonnaise from Alma's dish.

"I am sure you, Alma and I will bring the party there." He grinned and high fived both of them.

He arrived alone at the bar, the other four coming in later. Not that he told them he was heading there almost two hours before them to try and see Allen before Lenalee and Nalei had all of his attention. It was weird

He arrived at the bar and leaned against it. "Hey." He greeted, smiling.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Jungle Juice himself. And here I had thought that Al had scared you off." She said as she turned around. They had just opened and there wasn't much of a crowd yet, which meant she had a little time to actually talk to the ones she liked or remembered.

"Not yet." He replied. "Can I have another Jungle?"

"Sure. What's your name anyway? I can't call you Jungle Juice forever." She had turned around and started to prepare his drink.

"It's Lavi. You are Lulu, right?" She made a humming sound to tell him he was correct. "So, how's business going?"

"Can't complain. I missed you here, though, no one asks for complex drinks anymore. And I know I'm not the only one who missed you. Different reasons, though." She pushed the glass to him. "He's alone by the way." She winked at him and pushed a glass filled with scotch.

"I don't like scotch." He told her.

"I know, or else you wouldn't be ordering Jungles, but that's the only thing he drinks." Lavi nodded before taking both drinks and heading to the studio.

The door opened opened swiftly and in silence, but he promptly ignored whomever was there in favour of his music, it was probably either Lulu, Sheryl or Wisely anyway, so why bother?

"You know, I sort of expected a kiss or something after last time." Lavi drawled as he stepped in.

Allen smirked as he turned around, his eyes falling on Lavi's body. He was dressed with a black pair of jeans, sneakers, a black button down and bright orange scarf around his neck. The same earrings and same necklaces from the last time were there, too.

"Well, you should come and get it, then." And Lavi did. He crossed the room in three large steps, bent over and kissed him, his tongue swiftly entering his mouth. Allen fisted his hair and brought him closer until Lavi was sitting on his lap. "You know, I sort of had expected to see you here sooner, not after a whole month." He reprimanded him lightly. "You knew I'd be here."

"I wanted to come, but I couldn't. Work has been hell." He replied.

"And that's why I love my job." He grinned and kissed him again, one hand traveling down south and groping him. "You in the mood?"

"Would I be here if I weren't?" He bucked up against his hand, his own doing quick work of the vest and the sleeveless shirt the DJ was wearing.

"Probably not. Are you okay with bottoming today?"

"Fuck yes." If Allen was as good at topping as he had been at bottoming, he could not wait. "Sofa?"

"Or chair, wherever you want it." Allen replied as he pinched his nipple with his leather-clad hands, only this time he was only wearing gloves, nothing covering his left arm, that was completely black. It looked tattooed.

"Against the wall." He moaned. "And prep me up with your gloves on."

"Ooh… Kinky Lavi." Allen bit his nipple before pressing a couple of buttons behind the male on his lap to set the music on shuffle mode and once that was done and he was sure no one was going to interrupt them for there not being any music on, he stood up and cornered Lavi against the door, the only space that wasn't covered in shelves and CDs.

"So you'll do it?" He asked. It was weird for people to indulge him in his many kinks, especially that fast. His last boyfriend only did in tying him to the bed, and that was after they had been seven months in a relationship. Allen did in their second time together and without knowing him besides the basic, and that was just his name.

"Well, you'll never hear of me backing off from a kink offer." He kissed him again, rubbing his nipples with the palm of his hand, making sure he could feel the leather against him.

"Ngh!" It felt so good. Just like the last time, the feel of the leather against him was something just amazing, plus, he could tell just by the smell, that the material was not that of a low quality.

Between hungry kisses, they made quick work of their clothes, that quickly were all over the place, and Lavi was sure he saw his jeans hanging from a shelf. Oh well, who cared?

"Up." Allen mumbled before biting his neck, and Lavi did as told, wrapping both of his long legs around the albino's small waist.

"How the fuck are you so strong?" He asked as he lightly scraped his nipples, receiving a moan in response.

"Hm… MMA." He replied before he pressed himself to him, reaching for a drawer next to them. "Do you have any rubbers? Apparently we used the last one of mine." He said as he retrieved the tube of lube.

"Are you clean?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Well, I am too. I'm fine doing it without if you are." Lavi told him kissing his ear and rubbing his hard cock on his abs, listening to the ragged breaths.

"Oh, I am more than fine." He didn't usually do it without it, but there was something about Lavi that had him on fire faster than he cared to admit, and the idea of feeling him with no layers between them was just too hot to let it pass.

He covered his right gloved hand in a generous amount of lube, much more than he would usually use, but leather was hard to bend and with the gloves on his fingers were so much thicker. He pushed his index finger in, slowly, both for teasing and making sure he didn't hurt him.

Lavi let out a strangled moan, it had been so long since he last bottomed and the feel of the leather was just so different to anything he had done before. It was smooth and slightly cold from both the lube and the material itself and the seams rubbed him on all the right places. He felt the finger wiggle inside him before pressing on one side to let the second one in.

"Oh fuck!" He tensed, his grip on the other's shoulder tightening. He felt the pressure now, with the thick glove inside of him he could feel that it was as if he had already three fingers in him instead of two.

"Do you want me to take the glove off?" Allen asked, peppering kisses on his neck, shoulder and ear.

"No. Just… slowly." He replied, moving his ass to prove a bit before sighing in pleasure. "Please." He mumbled.

The DJ didn't start a scissoring motion as he had thought he would, he just moved his fingers in a slow rotation motion to open him a bit more. And it felt so right, the gloves adding an extra friction that had him trembling after a couple of minutes. "More Allen, more." He moaned, his head resting against the door. "Oh God!" He had started now with the scissoring and maybe it was because of the leather, maybe it was because of Allen, he didn't know why, but it had never felt so good.

After a few more minutes and another slab of lube applied, the tattooed one pushed the third finger inside, the reporter tensing up once more, but relaxing quicker than before.

"Ye feel so tight 'round me finge'rs." Allen drawled, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the floor and Lavi moaned louder than he had before. "Wha's the matter with ye now?"

"Your… accent." He breathed, the fingers inside of him make it hard to actually think whole sentenced.

"Wha't abou't i't?"

"Sexy. It's sexy." He replied before kissing him, a hand fisting the loose hair, tugging. "Fuck me already." His cock was furious red, dripping precum like a broken faucet and he was covered in sweat. He had never been that desperate to get fucked as he was now. And that thick accent just did it, there was something about the English accent that he found totally irresistible, and Allen's had been just so authentic he couldn't help but just moan at it.

Allen chuckled at that: so out of everything it was his bloody accent that turned Lavi on the most? And here he was trying to erase it from existence. He let his fingers slip from inside him before trusting them in roughly again, and again, and again. And Lavi came, his eye rolling at the back of his head, his mouth open in a silent moan, signaling that his own orgasm took him by surprise.

"Oh shit… I'm sorry I just…" He couldn't talk, his head in a daze and his body slumping against the door.

"Don't be. That was... fuck, I just wish you could see yourself when you cum. You look so hot that I could come just by looking at you." He told him, and it was not just to flatter him, it was true, it did take him all the control he had at the moment not to come.

Lavi kissed him again and wriggled his ass, the fingers still deep inside him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me already."

"Are you sure? You just came." Allen said and damn Mana and Neah for teaching him to always be a gentleman and Cross for teaching him to never leave a partner unsatisfied and always care for them, even if that meant having to take a trip to the toilet.

"I'm not a china doll." He said repeating the same words Allen had said their first time together. "Just do it. Can't wait to have you inside me." He drawled and kissed him. "C'mon, you know you want to."

Swallowing at the sight in front of him, he removed his fingers and tossed the gloves to the bin, they were useless anyway, making Lavi whimper at the loss. He slowly pushed in, moaning at the heat and the pressure.

"Jesus Christ." He rested his forehead on the ginger's shoulder.

"Exactly my words." Lavi replied. "Move."

And he did, slowly at first, grunts escaping his mouth from time to time. He only started to move fast when Lavi bit his neck and asked for it. One of his hands moved from the wall to under the ginger's ass to hold him up.

Lavi was in bliss: Allen was amazing at that. The way he treated him, with all the care in the world was something he was not used to seeing in the other guys he had fucked, and the fact he hadn't asked about his eyepatch either time just made it all different. He felt so big inside him and it felt just perfect even if he wasn't even close to his prostate.

"Shit, you are so good." Allen mumbled before kissing him. "So good to me." He mumbled before he grasped one of Lavi's hands from his shoulders and brought it down. "Touch yourself." Lavi started to stroke himself in time with the albino's thrusts, his back arching off the wall.

"Oh god. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna cum...Oh fuck! Allen!" He came once again, even if not as much as before, on his stomach.

A few thrusts later the DJ stilled inside of him, moaning his name low and husky, emptying himself inside him. He stayed there for a while, his legs being the only thing supporting them. After their breathing had slowed down a bit, Lavi realised how much of a strain he was putting Allen under, so he brought his legs down, sighing when Allen slipped from inside him, and led him to the sofa, where he flopped down, pulling a face when cum dripped from his ass.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I should have pulled out." Allen quickly apologised.

"Hm… Don't worry. I'll go to the restroom and clean myself up." He rolled onto his stomach and put his head on his lover's thigh.

"Wouldn't you prefer to shower?" Allen asked, his fair hand stroking the red hair.

"You've got showers here?"

"Yeah. Sometimes me and the guys don't go home and just sleep upstairs, each of us has a small room with a bathroom." He told him.

"You are close." Lavi pointed out. Why was it that everyone loved their job and the people working with them and he was stuck with those homophobic, racists chauvinists assholes?

"We are all family. And I don't mean it in a cheesy way, we are family, literal sense."

"All? How many of you work here?"

"All of us, actually. You know Lulu and Tyki." He nodded. "The bouncers are Skinn and Maashima, they're the eldest of us all. At the office there's Sheryl and Wisely, Sheryl is the one in charge of all the legal things, he's a lawyer, and Wisely is the one in charge of our presence in the internet and different shows and competitions. Watching the security cams there's Fiidora. Toraido is the inside bouncer. Maitora is our repair lady. Then there's the twins, Devitto and Jasdero they… Well, I'm not sure about their job, they just do a bit of everything. And then there's Road, she's our youngest and only works here on the weekends with Lulu at the bar." He told him.

"How are you all related?"

"Adoptive siblings. Although Sheryl and Tyki are real brothers. So are Road and Wisely. So maybe we are more like cousins because we didn't really grow up together."

"Oh, so you are all adopted. I am too. My great uncle adopted me when I was around 6. My parents ditched me in the orphanage and my grandparents didn't want me to live with them, so he picked up and raised me." He told him. Everyone around him knew his history, so why shouldn't Allen?

"I'm sorry. I don't remember my parents, they abandoned me in the streets after I was born. The homeless people took care of me until Mana found me. I was about five, back then. He died just one year later. Then Cross came in and took me with him. And I have to admit, I hated that man. I seriously did. I even thought of poisoning him, but I was in the middle of Kenya with no way back to Liverpool." He laughed at that memory. "Anyway, that's a story for another time. Long story short, we don't hate each other anymore and he is now going out with Neah, who is officially my uncle but he's sort of my dad too, I guess. So talk about weird." Lavi laughed before sitting up and collecting their clothes, throwing Allen's his.

"You are weird. I like it." He grinned as he slipped into his pants and then shirt. "So, about that shower?"

"Let's go." He had left the vest on the sofa, but in the end, he didn't really needed anyway. They walked downstairs, crossed the dance floor (and he realised that even subconsciously, Allen moved at the beat of whatever song was playing) and went through the 'Staff only' door. Up the stairs, first to the left, second to the left again and the third door.

The room was simple, painted in black and white with touches of red on the bottom of the wall. A king size bed next to the window, a wall TV in front of it surrounded by black shelves covered in books, CDs and photographies. He recognised Nalei and Lenalee in some of them. There was a table with two chairs, a drawer and a closet and then the door that led to the bathroom.

"There are spare towels inside the bathroom." He told him before kissing him again. "I need to go back to my job or I'll be getting an earful, but feel free to come back if you want."

"Well, my friends won't be getting here for another hour, so I'll stay up here until they come by, is that alright with you?" He questioned as he started to strip.

"Of course." Lavi was very aware of the hungry eyes watching him. But damn if it wasn't a feast on Allen eyes.

"Didn't you say you had to go back?" He questioned, smirking, which made Allen huff in both amusement and annoyance. "But I'll give you a strip-tease whenever you ask."

"That's good to know." They kissed one more time before Allen left.

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