Slowly the night fell over the city. Wind swept through the lanes, striking the loose shutters back and forth, only a few people were outside, walking under their umbrellas. A figure pressed against windows and called at the few passersby, a black umbrella in his hand. He splashed through puddles and dirty water, calling over and over: "Allen! Allen, where are you?!" Rabi called in despair.
He had alrady been searching for two hours, and he had still found no trace of the white-haired Englishman. The worry over the pale boy, clawed painfully at his heart, causing him to become more and more nervous. With impatient countenance, he wiped a strand of his luxurious red hair out of his eye and ran further along the lanes. "Seems like I have to change my method. ...... " he mumbled and ran on to a group of chatting women, their pockets loaded with purcheses.
"Excuse me ladies, I don't want to disturb you, but have you seen a white-haired boy? He is about four eight and has a noticeable scar over his left eye." Rabi knew a person asking for information should ask politely and charmingly in order to obtain success. The women stopped walking and exchanged surprised looks. "Just let me know and I'll be on my way. " said Rabi and flashed his charming smile.
He wanted to scream "Hurry! I don't have all day!!" but he forced to remain silent. If Allen had run by here, it would be best to ask the people walking should know if a strange person had run by.
"Well, three hours ago there was a crowd of people, quite small, otherwise nothing too memorable. Did the boy you are looking for stay long? " A round woman with browny hair asked,meeting Rabi's gaze.
" You should ask Pat , young man", a gray-haired old woman with a shrill voice interfered," He's always around the market place. " she said, blowing her nose.
"Where can find I this Pat? " Rabi pressed and tried to suppress his impatience. Finally some useful information!
"Well he hangs around the pub, that dirty beggar, he probably swipes at harmless people at the pub and takes the money right out of their pockets!"she scolded and the other women nodded approvingly. Rabi, feeling very thankful raced to the Pub, which was called "The Golden Bear".
Yet as he sprinted that way, suddenly a voice he knew too well sounded in his head: // Are you sure that...beggar has got useful information? Why do you race everywhere and get so excited over this white-haired brat? //
"Shut up." Lavi croaked in reply and ran further through the dirty lanes.
//Oh? It is not your task to seek for crying little boys that can't bear to get their hands dirty! He should not have become an exorcist if gets so upset over these things! You will be the future Bookman so you shouldn't take the time to help the useless brat! //
"Shut up!" Lavi hissed through the teeth, but the voice didn't stop, instead going further, mocking and disdainful: //Therefore you seek him further because he is your. ...."friend "? You know that he is only ink on the paper, you will leave him evetually! Or do you seek him because you feel more than. ....."friendship" for him? //
" SHUT UP!! " Lavi screamed and forced the voice to the corner of his mind. Several people, that went past stared at him, and an old woman in front of him crossed the street quickly so that she would not be mistaken for associating with a crazy.
As much as Lavi wanted to deny it, the voice had touched a sore point inside him. A Bookman was not allowed to have friends, and yet he had laughed and spoke, fought and cried with Allen, Linalee, Kanda and the other members of the order (except Kanda, Lavi had never seen the samarui cry or laugh.)
But Allen... Since their first meeting, he saw him somehow differently, and although it would shock Allen, Lavi loved and didn't desire him. Allen's behavior; his smile, how he laughed. His delicate lips and and narrow face. His slim body, that sometimes looked so fragile. His soft, snow white hair, making him look like an angel and his silver-gray eyes that had seen so much, too much, but nevertheless always shone with warmth and kindness. Even his pain over the Akuma souls, that no other Exorcist had felt, Lavi loved in him.
It was something that Lavi wanted to hide, because he already had broken a much more important rule than that of friendship: A Bookman was not permitted to love. Lavi tossed the rule over and over in his mind and ran further through the rubbish in the street.
In front of him, the dirtily yellow sign of the tavern " The Golden Bear" lit up. According to the shabby facade a guest stayed very rarely here, but Lavi knew better: such a store was a popular meeting place for thieves, drug salesman and other riff-raff that completed its not so legal businesses. And this was also the place where hopefully the beggar Pat was to be found.
A small bell sounded when Lavi stepped into the smoky store, and he had to suppress a cough as the stale smell of beer got into his nose, it stuck everywhere and burned. Lavi headed for the polished counter, behind it a fat man in an apron cleaned a glass with a greasy rag.
The man examined him from above until he growled: "No alcohol for children under eighteen years! "
"I don't want to order!" Lavi replied with a laboriously controlled voice. For less than eighteen year-old children?! He would shove this fat guy's greasy rag into his mouth, he already was eighteen! "Is there a man around by the name of Pat?" he asked, trying to hold back his rage.
The man nodded and pointed behind himself into the kitchen. "At the rear exit. On Fridays the beggars always get there the remainders out of the kitchen, Pat should be there".
"Thanks" Lavi replied hasty and pushed into the kitchen, which was smelled strongly of soot and fat. At the rear exit, two kitchen helpers distributed bowls with steaming soup, that was snathed greedily by several men in ragged clothing.
Lavi tapped one of the helper on the shoulder, it was a thin girl with a pale face and freckles, who jumped and nearly let the bowl fall. " Ooh, uh, i-i'm sorry" she stammered , while balancing the soup.
" Don't worry" smiled Lavi," I only wanted to ask, which one of these men is Pat?" "Uhm..ahm...t-the man over there at the wall with the dog" she said and blushed.
Lavi hastened over to an old man with messy gray hair, wearing a patched coat, who sat at the wall and was eating his bowl of soup. Next to him, a disheveled, black and white dog cowered, that was also eating soup .
"Are you Pat?" Lavi asked him.
The man looked at Lavi, distrust evident in his gaze and asked: " What do ya want? Are you one of the police? I stole nothing! "
"No, I would like to ask you something ".
"Aahh!" The man grinned and brown dentures was exposed and missing teeth." What da ya want to know then of the old Pat? Anything lost? Are you interested in one of the distinguished ladies? Or do you want to know something over the next city advice session"?
"None of those." Lavi shook his head. " I.....well, do you saw perhaps some time ago a boy with white hair? He has a noticeable scar in the face, he is wearing a black coat,too."
"Hhmm......" Pat wrinkled his forehead and considered, then suddenly his eyes lit up. "Aaahh, I've got it! " he called, "The one you were looking for, I thought it was a girl. ..Well, about three and a half hours ago...", he went on and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought," Yes three and a half hours ago, I was at the market place ,when suddenly a boy with white hair stumbled and fell on the ground."
"He looked distorted, and lost and many people were staring at him because of the scar and his hair. .... the people naturally think of witchcraft and demons, pah, superstitious pack!"
Contemptuously, he spat on the ground."I considered it first to be' n girl, had a rather pretty face. ...after that he stood up and kept running...." Here Pat paused and took a swallow of soup" "I'll etll what what direction the boy ran in, but... "
"But?!" pressed Lavi impatiently, anxious to get to Allen.
"But that gonna cost ya." grinned the old man. Lavi sighed and pulled a coin from his pocket, then threw it to the man. "Thousand thanks to, young man." laughed Pat and pocketed the coin. "There now, that boy disapeared down Valienser Street, not very far from here, the fourth lane on the left side of the this street, northeasternly of here, if I ... remember correctly."
"Thanks!" called Lavi and sprinted in the direction the old man had told him. "One, two, three.........four! " he mumbled as he past by the different streets.
Nervously, he stepped slowly into the dark lane while the wind blew against his back and rain drops ran down his coat, in spite of the umbrella. What would he do if Pat had lied? Or if the old man had confused Allen with someone others? Perhaps there were other white-haired boys in the city with a scar in the face. ..... What would he do if Allen was no longer there?
The lane was very narrow, no windows led outside, only a couple trashcans stood at the right hand wall. An overpowering smell sweat and urine was in the air, that was only in part washed away by the clean smell of the rain.
Lavi stepped further into the lane and tried to see Allen through the rain. He was able to recognize something dark in the corner, but it could have been just another trashcan.
Carefully, Lavi went further and as he got closer he was able to see a cowering form, hood up, hugging its knees and trembling. Quiet, rough sobbing came of it, and it seemed like this person had been sitting here and crying for a while.
"Allen? " Lavi ventured quietly. The shape at the ground jumped slightly and slowly looked upward.
It was Allen! None of his clothes had remained dry, his hair hungs in his face, glued to his forehead. The young Exocist's eyes were red and swollen, and tears were still running down his cheeks. However, in the next moment he hastily wiped at his face with his sleeve.
"Lavi.....?" his voice was rough and barely functioning.
Lavi started dumbly at him and then managed to ask: "Why are you crying? Is it because of what the boy said to you? "
"I-i'm not crying, its just the rain!" the british boy lied and stood up." It's nothing. ........" He mumbled, exausted. He felt so tired and his heart was so empty. What should he tell Lavi?
Lavi stood there with the umbrella in hishand and examined him silently, his lone green eye focused on him. Yet suddenly he let the umbrella fall, wrapped his arms around Allen and knocked him against the wet wall. "
Uurgh! "with a painful jerk Allen crashed against the wall, his hood sliding down. He couldn't see for a second.
In the next moment, he sensed something warm and soft pressing against his lips and tore open his eyes. Lavi pressed Allen's left arm against the wall while wrapping his other hand around Allen's waist and kissed him roughly.
"Ngghh...La- " Allen was cut of the middle of the sentence, because Lavi took advantage of his open mouth and let his tongue glide over Allen's moist lips to venture between them into his mouth.
Lavis head was blank, all restraint had disappeared. Allen was all he could think now, and here and now. Greedily he explored the sweet intoxicating taste of the drug that was Allen's body, which only increased his desire.
The small boy was not able to suppress a groan. Rabi's tongue smoothed over his own, went over the gums and excited his lips with fast, wild pushes. Allen gasped, the world seemed to speed up and his heartbeat seemed to increase by hundreds of beats.
Lavi couldn't stop, Allen was like a sweet, forbidden fruit, he wasn't able to resist it, his body didn't allow him to stop. Lavi's hand skimmed lower, running over Allen's lap and jumped to the buttons of his coat, almost tearing it open and slipping his hands under the shirt.
His hands were everywhere, stroking all across his chest and playing with a nipple. Then he stroked over Allen's back and glided under the material of Allen's pair of pants.
"A-ahh.... "Allen groaned up and pressed with the free hand against Rabis chest, his senses whirred. "Stop, p-please... ". He didn't know what would happen if Lavi continued.......... "Stop it!!" with a violent push he knocked Lavi away from him The red-head stumbled back and seemed like he woke from a trance, his chest lifted and sank in a quick rhythm.
Allen hugged himself, breathing heavily heavily breathing hands and pulled his coat closed again. He stared at Lavi with wide silver-gray eyes, his pale cheeks stained red.
There were no other sounds except for the fast breathing of both of the Exocists, both breathing heavily.
Lavi forcully pulled his eyes from Allen's and sank to the ground, grasping the umbrella to the point of breaking it. He seemed to recover after a while and stood, face still blank with shock and horror. "Come" he said, so softly Allen could barely hear him. "We need to get back to the hotel. We have to go back to the headquarters tomorrow".
Without waiting for an answer, he seized the pale boy's hand and pulled him under the umbrella. Together, they walked silently through the wet streets, rain still clattering on the umbrella. Past stores, backyards and lanes, past the few remaining people on the streets.
Thoughts besieged Allen's head, hammered into his skull and didn't let him rest. Had Lavi really just kissed him? And hadn't he wanted. ...more? Or was that all that just confused memories of his past-haunted head? A product of his imagination?
Lavi's hot tongue that smoothed over his lips and investigated his mouth....his searching hand, that slowly traveled down his back .....Allen blushed, his entire body seemed to heat itself in the memory of Lavi's touch.
And Lavi still held Allen's hand, his warmth felt wonderful on his cold hand......
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so, here are my first words to my fans.....
first i am so,so sorry for being so late !!! please don't blame me for that !!! *hides behind her desk*
i hope you liked this chapter, this time it contains more shonen-ai...
did you like the scence ?? was it hot enaugh ??? you can always tell me ideas of you, maybe that could help me ^^
but shouldn't we ask Lavi and Allen how they liked it ???
me: Well, how did you liked it ??
Lavi: Frankly i didn't liked it...why the hell didn't you let us finish what we started ?!
i still wanted to touch Allens *beeeeeep* and *beeeeeeep* !!!!! (i am totally sorry for his pervert mind)
Allen: *blushing* You pervert, you just wanted to ...to..... uuuhh....*gets even more red*
Lavi: Spilt it out my sweet darling !
Allen: Stop calling me that !! you just wanted to do...aah,you know what i mean, but you really have no guilty,
i felt so confused and tired !!!
Lavi: Aaaaaah, come on Allen-chan, i know you liked it....*grinning*
just remember how you panted and moaned.........
Allen: *freaks out* S-stop talking about it !!!!
*Allen and Lavi starts fighting *
me: And here we go...^^"
Special thanks goes to my dear,poor Beta-reader DGMfreak5 , i know its difficult to correct my stupid story while you have school and a lot of work !!!!
And of course to all my readers:
xbleedinglotusx, Aion Laven Walker, eMi to mAo 374
and ...well,i don't want to force you, but you would make very happy if you review ^^
