((A/N: Again, I am sorry about the delay. School is getting tougher, so I have less and less time to publish more chapters. But I wrote this listening to 'Tsunaida te ni Kiss wo' THE WHOLE TIME. D: I am so depressed that it isn't even funny. I can't believe that I was even able to write this…well, here it is for your enjoyment! Please note that it is not as gay as the title would imply…I just needed a nice verb to do with an adjective for yellow.
Disclaimer: Whiteface Spades does not own DGM. Of course not! This chapter is exactly why Whiteface Spades should never read another manga!
WARNING: M FOR SENSUAL THEMES. Allen wants to get in Lavi's pants. :D))
Chapter Three: Shaping Sunshine
The kiss was simple and innocent, as though Lavi was aware that it was Allen's first. The younger exorcist did little more than sit there, shocked and wide-eyed. Their contact did not last long enough to register much further than that, however, and Lavi soon pulled back to look at what he'd done to Allen. He chuckled and arched an eyebrow at the white-haired one's stunned expression and heated blush, then removed his hand from Allen's hair and rested it behind his head.
"Like that, Moyashi?" the redhead asked, a mischievous twinkle in his green eye.
Allen spluttered out a few incoherent sounds before finding his voice. "…what…was that…?"
"That is what most people call a kiss, Allen-kun," Lavi explained. "What, has no one given you the 'Birds and the Bees' talk?" Allen's blush became even more intense at this. A laugh slipped past Lavi's lips. "Shall I tell you all about it, then?"
"N-no, that is…not necessary," Allen tried to recompose himself, but failed miserably when he looked back up at Lavi. He studied the redhead for a moment, and his flush returned with a vengeance when he found his gaze drawn to Lavi's lips; they were still slightly moist from the kiss. His heart gave a painful throb; the connection forged between them in that single, stupid touching of lips was probably unbreakable. Curses. He was angry at the Bookman-to-be for making him feel so strange, so…desired. But if Lavi wanted him, why was he so hesitant to give himself up? Why steel his heart away like this? Why give in to the painful loneliness that came with the Order's suspicions and Mana's curse? Why indeed? Lavi would never hurt him; he knew this from their battle against Road in the Ark. Not only that, but… (Allen hesitated as the thought came to mind) he trusted Lavi. They were best friends. Now they could not go back to those innocent times, the many hours wasted doing things like bugging the hell out of Kanda or playing tricks on the old Bookman and stupid Komui; the days of 'just friends' had ended the moment their lips touched.
So why was Allen trying to go back?
Abandoning all of his remaining rationale, Allen cautiously (and with many looks around him to ensure their complete solitude) moved closer to his fiery comrade and leaned up to look him in the eye. "I want more…"
"As you wish, Moyashi~" Lavi cupped the younger exorcist's cheeks and pulled him up to connect their lips once more. Allen took the kiss properly this time, closing his eyes and relaxing his muscles as one of Lavi's arms wound around his waist to support him.
How this must look from another's eyes; here was Allen Walker, one of the strongest exorcists in the Order's arsenal, kneeling between Lavi's legs, submitting to an absolutely forbidden display of affection. Something in the back of Allen's mind prayed that they were in a secluded enough location…and that their comrades would not come looking for them.
The raw emotion in Lavi's kiss made Allen's head spin. Just the notion, the feeling of Lavi's lips moving against his own drove him to deepen the kiss. The smaller exorcist slipped his hands up into his comrade's hair and gave a gentle tug, urging the redhead to do more; what he wanted above anything else was more of the heat and passion that the Bookman-in-training was putting into him. He'd never felt anything like this before…ever. Before he knew what was happening, Lavi stood up from the couch, pulling him up in the process, and parted just long enough to whisper, "We can't continue this here, Moyashi…"
"I know…" Allen's soft reply was stifled by another urgent pressing of Lavi's lips against his own. The redhead gently pulled back after a few more moments, smiling before he began to lead his partner by the hand and pull him away to something that Allen was certain he would not forget.
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How they got to Allen's room without being seen or heard was a miracle; after all, they had done a bit less walking and a lot more kissing and touching than Lavi had planned. They were both breathless by the time they had reached Allen's dark abode, and after the door was shut Lavi immediately pressed the smaller exorcist against it. Allen roughly pulled at his hair, yanking the redhead down for another passionate kiss. A moan slipped between their lips, but neither of them was sure who it was from; Lavi assumed it was Allen because of his inexperience. As a Bookman, he was not allowed to love…but he was allowed to have casual sex (thank God!) and be an almost-normal eighteen year-old.
But being with Allen was anything but normal.
"Lavi…" Allen gave a small moan and tugged on Lavi's hair as they separated. The redhead grinned and slowly began unzipping Allen's uniform jacket, pushing it away from his partner's shoulders and eventually sending it, rejected, into a corner. As he began work on the smaller one's dress shirt, a softly-breathed phrase from Allen slowed his advance: "Please…this is so unfair…"
"'Unfair'?" Lavi cocked his head to one side, casually leaning down to brush the tip of his nose against Allen's exposed neck. "You asked for this, Moyashi. Do you want me to stop? I…" he hesitated, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, "…I don't think I can stop now, Allen."
"No no, don't stop…!" Allen shook his head, gasping slightly as Lavi began kissing down his neck. "…I just…I'm losing all my clothes, and you've still got everything…on you…a-and my name's Allen…!" The last few words of his sentence shook with each brush of the redhead's tongue against his skin; by now he was trying desperately not to collapse at his partner's feet. Pleasure was overwhelming his senses, dashing every rational thought in his head to pieces like shards from a broken mirror. Even though he couldn't see Lavi in the darkness of his room, the light from the sunshine that this pleasure created was enough to give him a much more detailed picture of the redheaded Bookman-to-be than any flickering flame could manage to produce. Who knew that pleasure was really yellow?
"What do you want me to do to make it…'fair' for you, Moyashi?" the redhead replied quietly, brushing his lips over Allen's collarbone. Allen leaned his head back against the door with a soft thump, reveling in the yellow sparks dancing behind his closed eyelids that burst into millions of new colors with every touch of Lavi's skin against his. God, if he had to die…this would be his heaven. A sharp pain in his neck made him yelp quietly, and he opened his eyes to find that Lavi had given him a playful bite. The redhead looked up at him deviously before standing up to his full height and leaning down to whisper into his partner's ear, "…tell me what you want…Allen…"
"…you…your clothes off…now…"
((I know I promised you a lemon…but this was getting too long. I swear to you that I will have the next chapter up in the next few days! I'm on a roll! Many thanks to my reviewers and those who favorited this story! Oh, and many more thanks go out to my RW friends. You guys gave me more ideas for this whole story than you know. If I could write a story about our exploits together, it would be too long for FanFiction to handle. Thanks.
--W.S.))
