Author's Note: And here's your second update, late again... Hopefully makes up for the no-updating I did due to all the technical glitches on this site…
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When the sun was just about to set, Lavi and Allen made their way back to the house on top of the sandy hill. It was a perfect summer evening, allowing them to dine outside again on the porch. The oranges and reds during that sunset were the most vibrant Lavi had ever seen, and he had seen his fair share of sunsets. It wasn't quite like Cairo's or Beijing's; much different from Paris, perhaps brighter in Athens than it was in Madrid, and certainly nicer than London's. Maybe it wasn't at all, but that was what it felt like. Lavi contributed it to the company. Allen sat across from him, watching the sun sink into the ocean also. The light cast his skin into a soft, peachy glow; a radiance that Lavi found he could not turn his eyes away from.
"It's so beautiful," Allen said, his chin in his hands. Lavi smiled at him, not looking at the beach, but at the boy who had captivated him from their first meeting. Allen didn't have him from hello, but sometime before that, when his silver gaze met Lavi's own for the first time. The redhead thought that when the moment for 'hello' came around, he'd already been won over.
"You're beautiful," Lavi said before he could still the cliché upon his tongue. Allen smiled at him nonetheless, nudging his knee beneath the table.
"You're just saying that," Allen replied.
"I'm not," Lavi insisted.
"You are," Allen said, turning slightly to face him, his arms falling to rest on the table in front of him. Lavi shook his head, reaching across the table for both of Allen's hands, keeping a strong grip on them so that his lover could not pull away.
"I'm not," Lavi repeated, looking Allen right in those eyes he loved so much. Allen flushed under his stare, adding to the glow that already seemed to surround him. Smiling, Lavi leaned forward and kissed each knuckle of Allen's right hand, brushing his lips over the smooth skin. And without missing a beat, he moved to the left, showering the same amount of attention to the rough, red flesh there. Although Lavi could tell it made Allen uncomfortable, the redhead could only wish that one day, the boy in front of him would understand how beautiful he truly was.
"Are you enjoying the vacation?" Allen asked, to change the subject most likely. Allen was uncomfortable sometimes around Lavi's gestures, he knew, especially when it concerned his hands or his scar. His lover was shy and embarrassed about what he considered deformities. He didn't know that those things meant nothing to Lavi. They did not make him any less beautiful or wonderful. They were characteristics that made Allen who he was. And Lavi loved Allen, so he did not shy away from those deviations in flesh, in color, in texture. Perhaps he loved them even more: the parts of Allen that were unique.
"It's been great so far," Lavi finally answered, running his thumbs in small circles on the backs of Allen's hands. "When Komui said we could take a break, I was all but jumping for joy."
"Yeah," Allen said with a small laugh. "I remember." Lavi had nearly knocked Allen over with his excitement when he found out and had randomly thrown things into a suitcase that very moment so that they could leave as soon as possible. Allen had laughed then, too, and had unpacked his bags for him. The train hadn't left until morning, so that evening was spent getting things together correctly, saying goodbye to their comrades, and then engaging in their own privacy for the rest of the night. Needless to say, it had been the best few days Lavi had had in a long time.
"It's gonna be hard going back," Lavi murmured, a bit sadly. Going back to hiding their relationship was going to hurt even more than the work they would have to catch up on upon returning. Bookman was going to have his head for leaving without his consent and Lavi had to prepare himself for the nastiest amount of paperwork that certainly would result from his wrath.
"But let's not think about that now," Allen suggested.
"Yeah," Lavi agreed with a smile. With his birthday approaching, Lavi didn't want any sadness between the two of them. They only had another few days to enjoy themselves and Lavi was going to make sure that they did.
When the dishes had been cleared away after the sun sank out of sight, they went into the house that smelled of the ocean and fresh linen. It was calm, a perfect summer night. The only thing Lavi could hear were the waves against the shore and the cicadas outside. The steady motion of the water and the gentle hum of the insects set his mind into a calm that Lavi had only experienced upon meditation. This was the first time since entering the Order that he had felt so at peace.
"Hey, Allen," Lavi said, rocking the two of them on the patio swing. They were staring at the stars again, so bright without any towns or cities nearby. It reminded Lavi of those nights when he and Bookman had been traveling across the world, when they were alone in the middle of a field, or on top of a mountain, where they could see every constellation in the sky. But Allen's warmth was much more welcomed than Bookman's sternness and, just like the sunset during twilight, Lavi found them to be much brighter and more beautiful than he ever remembered.
"Hmm…?" was Allen's only reply. His head was resting against Lavi's shoulder, his body pressed against Lavi's stomach. It felt so right.
"I love you," Lavi said, plain and simple. Even from his angle, Lavi saw a smile curve onto Allen's lips. His lover's arms came back and moved around his neck.
"I love you, too," Allen replied.
That night, they left the windows open and let the warm breezes sweep through the house. Upstairs, Allen's arms were around Lavi's neck again, his face pressed into the crook of the redhead's neck. Allen was moaning softly: Lavi's name over and over as their hips moved in tandem. The bed was shaking, creaking, as Lavi drove himself deeper, seeking more heat. Allen's legs tightened around him in a bruising grip, his nails digging deep gouges into Lavi's shoulders. The burning only drove Lavi onward, still seeking, still moving with Allen's encouraging voice in his ear. The two of them were connected at that moment: when their two bodies became one. It seemed as if their hearts were beating in turn with one another as the heat, the pleasure, the grip increased. That burning, aching, toe-curling pleasure they both sought release from. And when it came, Allen clenched around him, going rigid, with Lavi not far after him. The heat overwhelmed them for a blissful few seconds of white light and euphoria, nirvana flowing through their veins. Then, that release sent them reeling, falling into the softness and warmth of each others arms. One smooth, one rough against Lavi's flesh, his fingers moving through those soft, white strands of hair, thumb caressing the deep indent that Allen was so shy of. The moment their lips met again, their bodies tingling with afterglow, Lavi could feel that connection take hold again, like their souls were one, perfect entity. They shared it, their hearts calming, eyes falling slowly with sleep with whispered words of endearment upon their tongues: an unspoken love, appreciation, adoration on their lips. Lavi felt like the luckiest person in the world. And nothing could take that away, because that night, Lavi was not a Bookman.
He was just Lavi.
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Lol. Fake!smut. I love it.
Good stuff coming tonight. So, stay tuned…!
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