Last two chapters my lovelies ^^ Enjoy them
"What cha' doing?"
Allen's head tilted over the back of his chair to look at an upside-down Lavi, his friend chewing on a bite of an apple, the younger's fingers tapping on the keys of his laptop.
"Nothing," Allen sighed softly, his eyes returning to the screen, the silver irises catching the sight of the withering rose, his fingers itching to touch it.
His first morning back at home was greeted with the sight of a white rose on his pillow, his eyes widening as he picked it up tenderly in his hands, the petals softer than silk and the white brighter than the moon. His confusion increased greatly when Lai and Lenalee informed him that they had never even seen the rose let alone give it to him, prompting the still nagging question as to just who left it for him.
The second anomaly with the flower was the way it withered. The young man had found that a normal cut rose would last no more than two weeks; his was pushing a month and still lived with its odd petals. His fingers dared to ghost across the outer white ones, the exterior row of petals was slowly drying and fading, seeming to crumple and wither without turning a disgusting brown like most would. It was the inner petals that confused him the most; the inside of the rose was still perfect, still as pristine as the day he received it.
"You feeling okay?"
Silver eyes turned back to look at his friend, concern in the singular green eye he sported enough to make Allen feel guilt rack his body.
"I'm fine," the younger smiled falsely, "really Lavi. It's been a month since I woke up and I'm still fine."
"If you're sure…"
"I am."
"In that case, I need to be heading off, I have work at the library."
"Yeah, see ya," Allen called as his friend slipped thought the door, the younger now left to himself and his thoughts, a soft sigh escaping his lips while he pushed off from the desk, his feet taking his tired body to his room.
Allen's back hit the wall as he slumped to the ground, his head hitting the wall as his lids closed for a brief moment, his body relaxing with ease. His peace was disturbed almost immediately, his eyes still closed as he felt something touch his neck with gentle tenderness, the feeling skimmed slowly up towards his jaw and lips, his head instinctively turning to capture the feeling with his mouth, the lips kissing him back with fervour. His silver eyes remained shut as his limp hands somehow wound their way to the scalp, the familiar feeling of silk slipping through his fingers heightening his senses as his mouth opened to let his partner have his way, their tongues sliding against each other in unison. Hands began undoing the buttons on his white shirt one by one, the fingers trailing down his side before they found his growing bulge, the black pants he wore unbuttoned before a hand slid inside, Allen moaning into the mouth at the feeling of the fingers slowly massaging him, knowing how to make him writhe in pleasure.
"Sorry about that buddy, forgot my scarf!"
Allen was jolted awake by the loud slamming of the door, his friend's feet pattering around the wooden floor before he shut the door behind him, the lock clicking into place. The silver eyes glanced down his body, his heaving chest still fully clothed and his pants buttoned, the only difference being his straining erection. The younger groaned at the feeling; the dream he just had wasn't the first and he knew it wouldn't be the last. His sleep was often met with the feeling of another in his bed, the hands roaming his body and the lips sucking and kissing in places he never thought could make him feel so good, his mind almost afraid to wander as it could result in him being caught in a compromising action. The pale cheeks flushed a light red at the thoughts that had come almost unbridled in his fatigued state, thoughts of someone from behind him running hands over his body, someone pushing him onto the kitchen table and taking him and even in the shower, when he tried to relieve himself did those thoughts arise, two naked wet bodies moving against each other in unending pleasure.
His silver eyes never saw who his passionate lover was and any name that slipped his lips in the dreams was since forgotten in the wake of the morning, a pang of sorrow and longing filling him when his bed was empty in the morning, his hand reaching for someone who should be there.
His shower was cold and short, any other impure thoughts leaving him be, only half of Allen thankful, the other almost wishing to feel his nameless imaginary lover touch and tease him, lips kissing and sucking and worshiping every inch of his skin had never made him feel more loved and tended for, his body coming to long for sleep, long for the euphoria it brought him. The water was rubbed off his skin with vigour as he slipped into fresh clothes, his mind now alert as he wandered the small apartment, eyes trailing and seeing everything for the umpteenth time, the silver irises finally resting on the upright piano, his shoulders relaxing as he approached it, his hands running along the top of it, the feeling of old wood and varnish soothing, but different, almost like he was used to something smoother and larger.
White hair shook as he tried to clear his thoughts, his body settling in the chair in front of the keys, his fingers resting on them before he slowly began to play variations of Schubert, Debussy and Beethoven before he grew bored, his lugs expelling a sigh in his frustration. Because of his absence, his workplace had since replaced him, but was working on finding a way to try and get him back, not that Allen needed the money. To his enormous surprise, his bank account had been given almost two million dollars and his rent was filled till the end of the next two months. Convinced this was a mistake, the young man took this up with the manager, who promptly informed him that this was no accident and that someone had given him the money but that they were not at liberty to say who.
His fingers trailed the keys almost tenderly before they stopped on a chord, one Allen didn't know which song it started, confusion in his features as he seemed to instinctively know which notes to hit next and what speed to play it at. His throat swallowed the lump before he closed his eyes and let his fingers dance the slow tune, the music rich and deep and moving, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he felt hands slide down his arms for fingers to cover his, the action hardly impeding to his playing as the warm body pressed against his back. The silver eyes opened to a blurred sight, his hands leaving the piano to wipe the tears from his cheeks, entirely unaware that he was crying.
His heart almost ached at the loss of someone he didn't know, that the music he played was for someone who wasn't listening, that the bench he sat on should have someone sitting next to him. His lungs took in deep shuddering breaths as he tried to steady himself, tell himself that he was simply reacting from being in a coma for so long, that this was irrational and that there was no one he was missing, that his friends were all still okay and with him.
A hand went to his head as he groaned, the thoughts tormenting him as he tried desperately to push them from his mind, turning his body back to his bedroom in an attempt to perhaps sleep off the sudden wave of lust that coursed through his veins, his body entirely unaware of the edge of the mattress until he tumbled onto the bed, body twitching.
Allen quickly turned to bury his face into the pillow so as to stifle his moans and screams as his thoughts tormented him; the feeling of the same hands over his body driving him insane, his eyes tightening as he willed the emotions away, willed that he felt nothing for the unnamed stranger invading his mind and drove him wild with lust and wanting. Hands clutched at the sheets as he writhed in pleasure, his mind deluding him to think that someone was playing with his body, teasing and kissing him. A loud moan escaped his lips as he began to imagine his lover taking him, slowly and with strength, Allen's words incoherent until something familiar slipped out.
"K-K-Kan-Kanda…"
His silver eyes went wide as the name echoed in his skull, his hands unfurling from the sheets to clutch his head, his straining erection disappearing almost as quickly as it came on, his body tossing and turning as he tried to rid himself of the voice, his voice, calling for Kanda, the vision behind his eyes clearing into a tall Japanese with long silken black hair, piercing cobalt eyes, strong yet skilled hands and a voice as rich as chocolate with the ability to send shivers down his spine.
A thump echoed through the room as Allen fell from his bed to the wooden floor, his hand over his head as he practically screamed in pain at the flashing memories, his body thrashing and twitching in pain as he tried to calm his anguish. Visions of him and Kanda together tormented him, the trips to Paris, Spain, Japan, China and countries in the tropics he still had trouble naming; every touch, kiss, smile and look Kanda gave him coming back to him in an instant, good memories and bad.
His hand touched the crook of his neck as he remembered the fangs piercing his skin, the sight of the blackened eyes and dangerous aura he sported, the revelation that the man he had loved for six months was a vampire, the fear he felt when he tore form the apartment… the relief he felt when the warm arms surrounded him and the excitement of the touch from him.
"Allen!"
Bleary silver eyes opened to the sight of Lenalee over his crumpled form, her purple eyes worried and her hands reaching for him.
"Lena… lee?" he asked, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth and his throat scratchy and dry, "wh… what?"
"Are you okay?!" Lenalee asked worriedly, "I came in and found you like this, you had me worried sick!"
"Wha… happened?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me," the young woman told him, "do you remember anything?"
Memories flashed though Allen's eyes of him and Kanda, anger through his veins at the thought of being used so easily, the anger dissipating as the other emotions filled him, confusing and tormenting him.
"Come on, up you go," Lenalee pressed, pulling him up to his feet where he was allowed to sit on his bed, his body slowly stirring to the stimuli, "now… what happened?"
"I must've fallen off my bed," the younger half-lied, his silver eyes looking towards Lenalee, "I'm fine though."
"Allen, don't lie…"
"I'm not," the younger held his hands up, "really, I'm fine Lenalee."
"But-"
"You guys babying me isn't going to make me any better," Allen told her, "really, I'm fine."
"I can see you're not going to budge on this matter," Lenalee muttered, turning from him to his kitchen, Allen stopping her.
"Um… can I ask you something?"
"Hm? What?"
"Well… it's just," the other swallowed thickly, "what if… someone was tricked into loving another person?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what would you do if someone tricked you into think that you loved someone else?"
"Oh, I'd be furious," Lenalee told him, "it's absolutely disgraceful for someone to do that!"
"Right… that's what I thought," Allen sighed.
"But… I suppose… if the other person truly loved me, then perhaps I could see reason."
"What if he didn't… at first."
"Love is tricky Allen, you know that."
"Even so-"
"If a person had grown to love another, even if he or she started out manipulating the other, then I believe that… they might deserve a second chance."
"Even after doing something so terrible?" Allen scoffed lightly, Lenalee's eyebrow raised slightly.
"Allen," she smiled, "you wrote the book on second chances, don't tell me you've suddenly changed your mind."
"I-I just-"
"Why are you asking me this?"
Allen looked up at her, his silver eyes searching for something before he sighed deeply, his hands pushing himself up off the bed.
"I just need to make a decision."
Ug... yeah, dialog was short and ugly... but I needed some sort of segway... Reviews?
