((A/N: As promised, here is the new chapter. Sorry about the slowness of my writing…I, ah, am getting rather overwhelmed by school; I got a five-hundred point project for English the other day that is also my final for the class. :x And I have a Creative Writing portfolio due at the end of the year that has to have five fiction works that are at least fourteen pages long double-spaced. *shot* But I will work on this as much as possible. Oh, one of my tales for creative writing will eventually be posted here, as it is a DGM fanfic. I was surprised that the teacher took it; she counted it as a parody! *laughs* Anyway, I shall publish it as a one-shot here in a few days under the title of 'Winter Stamp (AKA: DGM for n00bs)'.
But enough cordiality. Here I give you chapter four: Embracing Emeralds.))
Chapter 4: Embracing Emeralds
Lavi's response to Allen's words was a low, weak groan. The silver-haired exorcist gave him a small smile before pulling his face down and pressing it into the crook of his neck, leaning his head back against the door as the redhead began teasing his sensitive skin. A soft mean slipped through Allen's lips as Lavi mouthed his way up his neck, placing small licks and nips between those hot kisses. When the ginger-haired Bookman-to-be reached his partner's ear he began whispering sweet nothings, dirty phrases, and comforting clichés to him, deft fingers working down the buttons of his dress shirt. He left Allen's neck ribbon untouched, however; he had more devious plans for it.
"La-Lavi…" Allen groaned, those sweetly-spoken words finding little ground in his one-track, teenaged mind. His trembling hands shoved Lavi's warm orange scarf onto the floor and hastily pulled down the zipper of his uniform coat, eager to get at what lay beneath. Lavi impatiently shrugged off the hot coat and tossed it into the corner beside Allen's, then immediately resumed his work, lowering his lips back to Allen's neck.
"I want you, Allen…" the redhead whispered, his voice husky and low, the sound sending a shock straight from Allen's core to a very uncomfortable place between his legs. The white-haired exorcist gave a pained whimper and clutched at Lavi's black shirt, holding the Bookman-to-be closer as he began sucking at an especially sensitive spot on his neck.
"Lavi…please…" Allen whimpered, curling his legs around the redhead's waist as Lavi dragged him away from the door.
"Please what, Allen?" Lavi pulled back from Allen's neck just long enough to get his bearings, guiding them to the bed and gently pushing the younger exorcist down on it.
"…w-well…" Allen hesitated, releasing the ginger-haired exorcist when he felt the bed beneath him. As if the situation wasn't embarrassing enough; here he was, flushed and needy, wanting the other exorcist around him, within him, desiring the unknown pleasure that was bound to come, and yet he did not know how to show it. He bit his lip and gazed up at his partner, desperately trying to communicate his feelings to him in as few words as possible: "I…don't know."
'Allen, you utter and total sexual failure…! Get a hold of yourself! What is it that you want? What is--?'
'The pleasure,' a voice whispered, halting all of Allen's thoughts in their tracks. 'The knowledge of something unknown, something taboo…something dirty and unexpected that you, the gentleman that you are, would never do…Allen Walker…' A shiver tore up Allen's spine as a startled gasp slipped from his lips. What? Who--?
"The Fourteenth…?"
"What?" Lavi narrowed his eye and gently cupped Allen's cheek. "Is everything okay, Allen…? Want me to stop…?" Allen, though he was dying on the inside, smiled up at his partner and tugged on his red hair, pulling him down for another passionate kiss. Lavi chuckled and received the kiss, lowering himself onto the bed beside his partner and gently taking his waist as though they were about to dance…as though they were long-time lovers who were comfortable with each other's bodies. Allen gave a small sigh and allowed his eyes to slide shut, reveling in the warm feeling that was bubbling up in his chest and driving away the cold sounds of the Noah's voice in his head. Even though the chill from his possessor's words was gone, the white-haired critical could still see the murky figure of the Fourteenth in his mind's eye, could still hear his melody whirling around the room comprised of his innocent thoughts. Regardless, he had to lie to Lavi, had to continue with this intense passion…if he gave up now, if he spilled his guts about the Fourteenth, then there was a chance that he and Lavi could never be like this again. Allen was not about to let Lavi leave him feeling empty and alone.
"I'm fine…" the white-haired exorcist whispered against his partner's lips. "Please don't stop…" Lavi smiled and straddled the younger one's waist, his single eye glittering deviously.
"Sure thing, Moyashi~"
'Am I being too gung-ho about this?' Lavi thought as he removed the ribbon from around Allen's neck. A grin came to his slightly reddened lips, making Allen shiver, which gave the redhead the chance to remove his dress shirt and throw it into a corner. Here he paused, studying the pale exorcist beneath him with a certain hunger. 'Eh…I can't stop now, regardless of how courageous I really feel. I doubt I'll get another chance like this one, and I don't think I'd be able to start something like this without being killed by the old man…' Something inside of him snapped; damn him to hell for giving into desires that are forbidden, he wanted Allen now.
"So then, Moyashi…" The ginger-haired boy swiftly bound his partner's hands together and pressed them into the pillow above his head, "…know what comes next?"
"Wh-what…?" Allen asked breathlessly, his voice breaking from straining to be quiet. Lavi grinned and leaned down to flick his tongue over the shell of Allen's ear, eliciting a sweet moan from the paler exorcist.
"I tease you…then I take you…" The redhead's free hand flitted over Allen's pale chest, fingertips carelessly, innocently, brushing against one of his nipples. Allen gasped and arched his back, forcing their hips together and making them both moan.
"Lavi…" the white-haired critical groaned, struggling weakly against the hand holding his arms above his head. Lavi released him with a twinkle in his eye; his partner had some fire in him after all. Allen stared intensely up at him, then slid his bound arms over the redhead's head and fervently pulled him down for another hot kiss.
"Allen…" Lavi hissed between their lips, sliding his hands down the other exorcist's back and letting his fingertips brush over his ass. Allen shivered at the touch, curling his arms tighter around the redhead's neck and timidly pressing their hips closer together. Taking the hint, Lavi gently began to thrust against his partner, keeping his pace even and slow. Allen moaned loudly and clutched at his partner's shirt, then, after a moment of this awful teasing, took the fabric in his bound hands and forcefully yanked the article of clothing up over Lavi's head and tossed it off of the bed. Screw decency. Especially now that one of Lavi's hands had managed to slide between their moving hips and brush against his cock, making him whimper with need.
"Nnn…Lavi…m-more…" The redhead groaned softly in reply, gripping Allen's ass with his free hand and squeezing his cock with the other. The white-haired exorcist moaned loudly, pressing himself further forward into his partner's hand and rocking their hips together with more force. The pleasure that crept into Lavi's senses from this action was making his head spin; he wanted more, so much more. Even slight touching like this was enough to make him hard and needy, and apparently Allen was just as wanting; he was breathless and flushed, his eyes half-lidded and glassy from the rapture clouding his senses. The notion of feeling Lavi inside him was creating a hot knot of desire behind Allen's bellybutton, making him writhe beneath his partner as he tried to release this pent-up heat and pressure. He slid his hands up into Lavi's hair and began tugging on it in rhythm with their moving hips, gasping out his partner's name with every thrust.
"I want you, Allen…" the redhead purred, giving Allen's ass a tight squeeze and leaning down to suck at his exposed neck. Allen gasped and pushed their hips even more tightly together, eliciting a desperate moan from Lavi, who had just about had enough with this prick-teasing and indecent foreplay. To hell with Bookman's mantra about never allowing oneself to love, to want, to need; the hot desire hazing over his already depleted vision made him see nothing but Allen Walker, the boy who would destroy time. And damn…did he look a helluva lot better like this than with all that stuffy clothing on.
"Oh, God…!" Allen gasped, his breaths hitching as Lavi's tongue swirled around his right nipple. "Lavi, please--!" His grip on Lavi's hair tightened, and his partner (again) took the hint, closing his lips around that nub of flesh and gently sucking on it. Allen, driven nearly mad from teasing, wrapped his legs around Lavi's waist and tossed his head back further into the comfortable pillows scattered beneath him, a heated moan passing his swollen lips. A devilish, wild grin spread across Lavi's face as he made quick work of the belt strapped around Allen's waist, tossing it (along with the pants attached to it) off into the darkness.
"La--ahh!" Allen's calling of his partner's name was stifled by a sharp gasp when the redhead took hold of his dick again. Lavi chuckled softly and removed his lips from Allen's chest, sliding back between the boy's legs and hooking the waistband of his boxers with his thumb.
"So, Moyashi--" The redhead swiftly slid the article of clothing off and tossed it away, the smile on his lips glowing with pride at the sight of Allen's painful hard-on, "--I guess you aren't really that much of a bean after all, eh?"
"Sh-shut up!" Allen quipped, raising his face to glare at the giggling Bookman-to-be.
"Know what you want from me now?" Lavi questioned, ghosting the tip of his thumb over his partner's head. Allen moaned loudly, dropping his head back onto the bed and straining his wrists against the ribbon that bound him. Without waiting for a reply, Lavi lowered his head and gave the other exorcist's cock a slow lick, delighting in the desperate sounds that passed his lips.
"For the love of God, Lavi!" Allen cried. "I want you to take me!" Lavi gave a small laugh before taking his partner's cock into his mouth. Allen gave an unbridled moan, his bound hands finding the window bars behind his bed to grip onto. The ginger exorcist had to curl his arms around Allen's hips to stop his desperate thrusts, lest the younger exorcist would choke him when he came. This thought made Lavi pause; it was Allen's first time. Maybe he shouldn't make him cum too many times during one session? Cruel as it would be to leave him hard and desperate after a much-needed, much-wanted blowjob…Lavi grinned and gently pulled his lips away from Allen's dick, glancing up at his flushed and panting partner.
"Hey…" he cupped Allen's cheek and flashed him an award-winning smile. "…y'know something…? You're really beautiful like this…"
Allen could not find his voice to answer.
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Kanda gave a small yawn as he made his way back to his bedroom. The cafeteria had gotten too noisy and busy for his tastes, so he had elected to retreat to his room and mediate until lunch rolled around. Stupid annoying finders…crowding him out…he growled softly and clenched his hands into fists at his sides.
"Hah…!" Kanda's keen ears picked up a very distressed sound from the room that he was approaching. Frowning more than usual, the Japanese exorcist quietly crept up to the heavy wooden door and leaned beside it, listening for other sounds that might clue him into what was going on within the confines of that hellish place.
That room, after all, was the home of Allen Walker.
"Ah…! Ah, God…!"
Kanda made a face and gave the door a punch. "Oi! Whatever you're doing in there, Moyashi, I'd tone it down!"
There was a faint pause, the silence in which was deafening. "…okay, Yuu!" came Lavi's reply. Kanda snorted and began to walk away, then paused and looked back at the door.
"…Usagi? What the hell--?" Kanda shook his head, disgusted, and hurried away to his own room, not wanting any of the nastiness that could have been seeping out from beneath the door to that cursed room.
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"He's right, Moyashi…" Lavi panted, lowering his lips to Allen's ear as he adjusted his tight grip on his bound wrists. "If you're too loud, other people may know what's going on…we could get caught…"
"G-Gee, should have thought of that before you solicited me for sex, huh?!" Allen wailed, "Oh, please…please move, Lavi! Move!" Lavi quickly pulled his hips back, pausing to give Allen a chaste kiss, then slammed back against his partner's ass, making him gasp and struggle more fervently against the fabric binding his hands together. The Bookman-to-be began to pace his thrusts, keeping them slow and even to avoid causing his partner too much pain. Allen writhed beneath the redhead, biting his lip and whimpering softly each time Lavi thrust into him. Tears threatened to flood onto his cheeks as he gripped the redhead's hands, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain shooting into his nerves with every driving thrust of Lavi's hips against him.
"Gah, Allen…" the ginger-haired exorcist groaned. "Y-You're really tight…" Allen whimpered softly in reply, blinking open his tear-filled eyes and looking deep into his partner's gaze.
Then it hit him. Lavi's thrusts had reached that ball of nerves inside of him, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins and dancing across his line of vision. He gave a low moan and tossed his head back, pushing his hips back against Lavi's to deepen his thrusts.
"Lavi…!" Allen didn't really have time to think much at this point; Lavi kissed him when they came, and the warm, wet feeling between his thighs sent shivers tearing up his spine. The redhead collapsed on top of him, panting heavily, eye glazed over with lust and fading ecstasy. Allen gazed longingly back, his half-lidded eyes staring through that emerald orb and into his partner's soul, where his own spirit found itself wrapped up in a warmth that he had not known until this moment.
"Allen…"
It wasn't the sex. It wasn't the passion. It was the feeling that Allen wasn't alone anymore. This person, Lavi, his comrade, his friend, cared about him in a way that no one else did, that no one else could possibly do. Regardless of his curse, of the Noah taking control of his mind, Lavi would be there for him.
"I--"
"Don't…" Lavi's voice was commanding, even though he was breathless. The redhead raised a hand to untie Allen's wrists, and the paler exorcist immediately slid his arms around his partner and held him closer. Lavi lowered his face to Allen's shoulder and whispered, "Please don't…say anything…"
Allen smiled. The passion that burned in his soul continued to warm him, lulling him into welcomed sleep beneath the other exorcist. Lavi sighed heavily, guilty for having been so desperate and rough with the younger exorcist. But exhaustion claimed his brilliant mind in little time, and he slept peacefully in bed with the Destroyer of Time without another thought.
((Shitty ending. Blah, I lost it after the third page…but I really wanted to have Kanda overhear at some point. Sorry if it's bad. Please review! Next chapter will be nicer, I promise! Happy late Valentine's Day, Lavi and Allen! You guys, too!
--W.S.))