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Warnings: Smut.

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Chapter 7

A month passed by quickly in the company of good friends. Lavi and Lenalee became close friends — much to Allen's chagrin — but when he was alone with Lavi, he couldn't help but catch the little things he did. Lavi loved to hold onto Allen's shoulder, his touch always lingering longer than necessary. When he smiled, it genuinely seemed like Lavi's whole world was Allen, and Allen alone. But every time that had happened, Allen had written it off as a friendly gesture; after all, Lavi had helped Allen when he needed him most, and now Allen was indebted to his friend.

On this particular morning, the trio were sat around the table eating their breakfast of warm porridge, when a carriage pulled up outside the house. Lenalee got up quickly without a word and flung the door open, falling into the embracing arms of her older brother, Komui Lee. The two stood in the affectionate hug for quite some time before Lenalee broke the hold and allowed Komui to enter. She grabbed his bags and ran for his room — the room that Allen and Lavi had been lodging in together during their stay at the Lees' house.

At the sight of Allen, Komui stopped in his tracks, fury written on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice holding nothing but venom. Lavi gaped at the man in shock. He was related to Lenalee? They seemed like polar opposites!

Allen, however, reacted in a different way; he pulled his eye patch and wig off and greeted the man calmly. "Morning, Komui, I'm glad to see you live and well."

"Live and well, huh? Don't ignore my question! You realise your presence around here has made my sister a walking target. If anyone had found out who you were—"

"But no-one did," Allen shot back.

"But if someone had, my sister would be dead!"

"Komui, do you honestly think that if I got caught, I'd let my friends go down with me? I'm not that kind of person."

Komui scoffed and grabbed the lapels of Allen's jacket. Lenalee let out a cry of protest when she returned from her brother's bedroom.

"Komui, let me go. I've done nothing wrong. Let me explain, please?"

Komui removed his grip on the jacket, brought his sister into a one armed hug, and listened to the boy's tale. Allen explained how he was being hunted by the remaining Gregories and had escaped to Nottingham, where he had sent an SOS to Lenalee in Ripon, who had told him to get to York, where she would send further details. It was in York that he met Lavi. At the mention of his name, all eyes turned to the mysterious redhead at the kitchen table, who wished that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

"Lavi?" Komui asked, his voice rising in pitch. "You! What have you done to Lenalee? You'd better not have touched a hair on her head!"

Lavi raised his hands in surrender, wishing that this madman would leave him alone and return to fawning over his sister like before. However, before anything could happen, Lenalee grabbed the back of Komui's long coat and pulled him away.

"Brother! Don't be so rude to our guests!" she scolded, as the older man cowered like a puppy. "Besides, it's not me Lavi's interested in."

Lavi's face went red as Komui looked at Lenalee in bewilderment. The young girl smiled and nodded towards Allen, who was stood at the kitchen window, looking out dejectedly at the vegetables the Lees were fond of growing.

Komui let out a gasp of understanding and apologised to Lavi for his rude behaviour, before inviting Allen to the table to finish off what little breakfast they had. Lenalee left to grab Komui a bowl, and came back with two. Lavi watched the girl as she placed one bowl before her brother and the other beside Allen's half-empty bowl. Komui regaled the trio with his stories of the sea; he told them of how he worked under the command of a brutal leader, and horror stories of the food they had to eat, almost putting Lavi and Lenalee off of their breakfasts. Allen, however, was undeterred by the stories, and Lavi was astonished to watch as Allen devoured the two bowls with ease, and was even so daring as to ask for a third.

This was rewarded with a light slap on the head.

"Allen," Komui began the conversation once the meal was done, "How's that injury of yours?"

Allen lightly touched the eye patch he had put back on and smiled sweetly. "It healed nicely, no complications."

"Must've been painful."

Allen looked at Lavi, who was busy helping Lenalee with the dishes, before turning back to Komui. He said in a whisper, "I've had worse."


The tavern that Lavi and Allen opted to stay in for the time being, The Black Order, was bustling; clearly a lot of people loved to come in and out of Ripon on their journeys to and from York. The pair had been kicked out of the Lees' house once Komui reclaimed his bedroom, and Allen managed to score the two a room in the busy inn. The inn also had a stable where both Timcanpy and Lavi's horse put up residence for the night.

Lavi sat down loudly, almost slamming down his second tankard of beer onto the small wooden table. Allen was still on his first but was already feeling tipsy. He'd only had alcohol once or twice in his life, and that was due to the influence of his master. Within an hour, Allen was still nursing his first glass whilst Lavi was onto his third, still not feeling a buzz. The boy was slumped over the table, mumbling something in his exhausted and tipsy state. Lavi placed a gentle hand on Allen's back. The touch caused the highwayman to sit up straight quickly and glance at the redhead beside him.

"Lavi, I wish you wouldn't…" Allen complained.

Lavi withdrew his hand, feeling hurt. "I'm… I'm sorry."

"No, no, I'm sorry!" Allen grabbed onto Lavi's faltering hand and brought it to his face. "You just send mixed signals."

"I do?" Lavi asked, scrunching his nose in confusion. "I'm sorry if I do…"

"It's just…" Allen ran Lavi's soft fingers over his cheek. "You do things…"

Lavi found it hard to swallow. Allen could tell how Lavi felt for him? "I—"

"It makes me feel warm and… and… and fuzzy!"

"I'm—"

"But you like Lenalee…" The tone in Allen's voice changed drastically from being friendly and caring to full of sorrow and rejection.

"I don't!" Lavi protested, holding Allen's cheek and facing the one-eyed boy. "I love you."

There was a strict silence between the boys before Allen replied with a whispered "What?"

"I love you."

Allen's mouth hung open in silent thought, his brain trying to process the information in his inebriated state. Lavi immediately took the silence as rejection and excused himself from the table. Allen couldn't help but notice the hurt upon Lavi's face.


Lavi turned to face the large window in the empty bedroom. The moon served as a reminder of the void in his heart as the light shone from the milky-blue gem on the ring clasped in his hand. He felt his eye sting as tears began to form, rolling down his cheeks. He'd opened up to Allen, who had turned him down.

What did he expect? Allen was a highwayman; he lived, worked, and breathed alone.

Unfortunately, the redhead was brought out of his thoughts by a hesitant knock on the door, and Lavi felt compelled to open it, but not before placing the ring in his cloak pocket for safekeeping. Lavi wasn't expecting to see Allen hanging off the door frame. The scent of beer was faint on his breath as he stumbled into the room the two shared.

There was a moment of silence as Lavi closed the door and made his way back to his bed to sleep, before he was pulled into Allen's arms. The shorter man slammed his lips clumsily against Lavi's in his attempt at a passionate kiss. Lavi pulled himself off Allen.

"Don't. You're drunk. Don't."

"I'm not. I love you, Lavi," Allen pleaded, holding onto him. Lavi's heart swelled as he willed himself to calm down and think rationally.

"No, you don't. You're drunk."

"No, I'm not! I love you, believe me. I've loved you since I first met you, I was just… too afraid."

Lavi closed his eye and wished for everything to end. "No, Allen."

"Lavi, don't do this to me. I love you."

"Stop!" Lavi demanded, pulling his hand from Allen's grasp. "You're just trying to make up for hurting me earlier. Stop." He collapsed onto his bed and put his head in his hands, pulling at his red locks of hair.

"Lavi," Allen said, standing between the older boy's legs. "I want you."

Lavi looked up. Now, that was new. "Excuse me?"

"I want you," he repeated, his one visible eye filled with lust and desire as he bent down, wrapping his arms around Lavi's neck, and kissed him deeply. Lavi gave into temptation, wrapped his own arms around Allen's slim frame, and pulled him closer. Allen lost his balance and ended up with one knee off the edge of the bed, his whole weight against Lavi.

"Allen, if you keep this up, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Don't care. Want you."

The kissing became deeper, more passionate, as Lavi ran his tongue along the seam of Allen's lips, seeking entrance. The highwayman complied, opening his mouth as their tongues danced and they savoured each other's tastes. Their tastes, so familiar yet so foreign to each other, ignited their senses as Lavi moved his hands and began to undo the buttons on Allen's white shirt. He longed to see if the flesh under there was just as rich, just as creamy, just as smooth, as Allen's cheeks. He moved his lips and planted kisses along the underside of Allen's jaw, the latter tipping his head and letting his jaw drop open, a low moan erupting from the back of his throat. Allen's hands tangled themselves in the locks of Lavi's head, twisting the red strands between his fingers as Lavi began to kiss his neck, moving lower, kissing harder as the shirt Allen was once wearing hung off his shoulders and his torso became bare to Lavi's hungry eye.

Lavi manoeuvred himself and Allen so Allen was lying on his back against the mattress. Allen sighed as he sunk into the bed, his fingers still in Lavi's hair as the two gazed at each other in the moonlight. Then Lavi disappeared from Allen's eye sight, and he felt a warm wetness lather his nipple. Allen arched his back, groans escaping from his mouth as he lost the will to control himself. He didn't want to control himself.

This was too good.

Allen released his grip on Lavi's hair and began to undo Lavi's own shirt as he ran his hands over the smooth planes of Lavi's back. He felt muscular, and it turned Allen on more than he would like to admit. Lavi leaned back from Allen's chest to allow his new lover to take his shirt off and run his palms over his pectorals. The redhead sighed softly as Allen pressed soft kisses along his neck and collarbone.

"Lavi," he whispered in his ear as he nibbled on the older boy's lobe.

"Yeah…" Lavi exhaled before pushing Allen down onto the bed, and all but ripped Allen's breeches off him, releasing Allen's painful erection from its confines. Allen hissed as the cool air touched his skin; his nerves were on fire, and every touch Lavi laid on him left a scorching mark that Allen would never want to forget.

"Lavi… Do it," he whispered so softly that Lavi was afraid he almost misheard the boy's command.

"Yes…"

He leaned over his lover and grabbed a small bottle of oil that he found in one of the chests of drawers, and removed his own breeches. He emptied an excessive amount of the oil onto his fingers, the yellow substance dripping onto the off-white sheets below them.

Lavi took a deep breath and told Allen to relax. The man did so as Lavi inserted one oiled-up finger into his hole; after a moment, a second one joined and the redhead stretched his younger partner, the boy writhing on the bed.

"Ah, Lavi, it hurts. Ngh!" Allen arched his back as Lavi panicked. What should I do? It's hurting Allen… Too far gone to stop, he wrapped a hand around Allen's cock and tugged it gently, Allen's groans of pain turning into low growls of pleasure. Then Allen jerked and arched as a loud cry escaped his lips. Lavi wasn't quite sure what he did, but he moved his fingers once more and received the same reaction, the cry at a higher pitch than the one before. "La-ah-vi!"

The redhead inserted a third finger just to make sure, and moved his fingers to brush against the spot that made Allen scream his name. He found it with ease and relished the way Allen gasped out his name in pleasure.

Lavi had had enough. He wanted in and he wanted it now. He oiled his own cock up and placed it against Allen's entrance.

"Allen," he whispered. "I'm going to—"

"Yes, do it, Lavi," was his only reply as Lavi thrust into the boy, simultaneous moans released from each partner. "W-wait!"

Lavi didn't move as Allen took a deep breath and brought his hands up and around Lavi's neck.

"It's okay now."

Lavi took the all clear and all but pulled out of the boy before thrusting in at the same speed. Allen let out a cry of pleasure as that sweet spot was hit by accident. Lavi changed his angle, sure to hit it this time with precision as the two bodies rocked together, their cries mingled into a song of passion and lust, Allen's nails scraping against Lavi's skin as he cried out in pleasure, again and again.

Their climaxes neared and with one final thrust, they went over the edge together, their names on each other's lips as Lavi slumped forward into Allen's arms. Fatigue took over the two as they drifted off to sleep, happy and content with their new relationship.