Two weeks had gone by and Lavi had adjusted to his new night-life style really quickly, so much that he didn't even find it strange to have breakfast at 3pm or lunch at 9pm. They had stayed at the club for those two weeks, but today Alma had suggested to go have dinner the seven of them al together and instead of going back to the club as they had done that first time, they went to Allen's house.

They were not sleepy by any means, as it was only 2am, so they had decided to watch Dr. Who. Lavi was wrapped around his boyfriend, his casted arm around his waist and his chin on top of Allen's head. He realised that Allen was muttering the dialogs under his breath and that made him a thousand times cuter in Lavi's eyes. Hotter, too.

He kept quiet, listening to him and the TV, but he grew squirmish, hearing Allen talk… Damn.

"You know? There's something about you that bothers me a lot." He casually said and Allen looked at him, frowning.

"What is it?" He turned around, silencing the TV: what could he have done as of late that could bother him? Was he mothering him too much?

"Your accent."

"What?" He didn't understand: why would his accent bother him?

"The only times I can recall hearing you talk with a deep Brit accent is while we are having sex. And right now as we watched Dr. Who." He told him. "Care to explain what up with that?"

"Oh." Okay, that was definitely not what he had been expecting. "It's just that, hum… People used to make fun of me because of it. I have a very street, rude way of speaking English so after Mana, I... tried to you know, get rid of the accent, the bad words and everything…"

"It's a shame, really, because I fucking love it." He said. "Makes me hot and horny when I hear you talk that way."

"Really?" He looked up, surprised and slightly baffled.

"Yes, goddamn yes." He drawled as he tugged him to kiss the breath out of him. "I mean…" He grabbed his hand and brought it to his half-hard cock. "And that's from only hearing you mutter along with number 10 here."

"11." Allen corrected as he started to palm him through his sweatpants. "So ye like to hea' me talk like tha't babe?" He drawled and Lavi groaned. "I'll take tha't as yes." He kept stroking him over the clothes when an idea popped into his head. "Ye know what da'rling, I'm going to make ye come in ye'r trouse's."

"Fuck." Lavi moaned before kissing him, his hips undulating.

"Late'r on." He said and started to kiss his neck, now cleared of any bruises, just like any other part of his body. "Lie fla't." He told him and the redhead obeyed gingerly and Allen started to work on removing his shirt over his head, always minding the cast. "I'm going to trea't ye so right, love." he mumbled before licking his nipple.

"Fuck…" He was making him go crazy with just that thick accent lacing his voice.

Allen smirked and started to trail kisses along his body, his hand never stopping groping him. He lowered his head and kissed the shape of it through he tenting pants, nipping softly, hearing Lavi groan above him. He then bit down a bit harder, hard enough to make the ginger snap his hips up. It was then an idea popped in the musician's head. Allen smirked at him and sat down on Lavi's crotch before he started to grind his own hips down, moaning low on his throat.

"Like tha't?" The Englishman drawled, his hands resting on his lover's sides. Allen's movements were slow and sinuous. He had a slight advantage there: he was barely hard whereas Lavi was like a rock already.

"Shirt. Off." The ginger tugged at it and Allen obeyed, throwing it somewhere. Lavi went to grab his hip with his good hand, but Allen pinned it down over his head. "Allen…" He whimpered.

"No babe, my trea't today." He kissed him thoroughly as he picked his pace up.

Lavi was in bliss: the pressure in his groin was just so fine and Allen was rubbing him so good and in all the right places, his white hand dancing on his chest and playing with his nipples.

"Oh fuck…" His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hips mimicking the movements his lover was doing. "Babe, I'm not… going to last." He said, gripping the fabric of the sofa.

"Well then, why don't ye come?" He whispered in his ear. "Ye can le't go if that's wha't ye want." he ground his hips harder, nibbling his earlobe. "C'mon love, ye know ye want to…"

His pinched his nipple and started to move even faster, groaning under his breath.

And Lavi was just gone, trying to reach the climax and cum, hearing Allen's voice so deep and with such a strong accent that it was positively driving him mad. And suddenly Allen shuffled a bit higher up his body and the ginger felt the head of his cock press harder against his pelvis and his lover's ass.

"Ngh!" He came, his body shaking with the force of it and his hand shooting up and wrapping around Allen's neck, bringing him down to him. He kept thrusting his hips as he rode the wave down, breathing heavily. "Oh Lord…"

Allen chuckled next to him, kissing his neck lovingly. "Fel't tha't good, huh?"

"Mh-hm…" He was resting his arms on the lithe back. "Never thought it could be this good…" He said, his body going lax. At that the DJ arched and eyebrow and looked at him. "What?"

"Neve'r though't tha't someone like you wouldn't have tried this before. I mean, this is pre'tty mild fo'r what we usually do." He replied, his accent slowing fading, much to the reporters dismay.

"I just never really thought about it. Besides, you are the only one who has ever indulged me in my many kinks." He told him. "The only kink anyone else ever agreed to was tying me to the bed." He confessed. And Allen's expression went dark with lust and desire in a split second, because the thought of a helpless, tied and gagged Lavi was something that had crossed his mind so many times and that he had never voiced.

"Would you like that, kitten? Having me completely for yourself to use and play with? Because I know that's something I'd like to have, you tied and begging for more, unable to move… Just think about it love, would you like to have me like that?" He had sat up now, whispering into his ear. "You could make me cum as many times as you liked, leave me tied down with a dildo up my ass while you go to work…"

Allen was shivering in pleasure by now. "Can you imagine it? I know you can. I'd be sweaty and covered in cum, waiting for you to come and fuck me, and I would cry out for your cock, because nothing has ever felt better inside me than you have. And I'd be slick and open for you, so you could come in and just fuck me, without having to worry about prepping me up or foreplay." He had sneaked his good hand inside of his pants. "And I would be dry already but I would still come… And you could fuck my mouth if you'd want to, you know how much I love to suck you." The musician had his eyes clouded with lust by now, groaning in pleasure as Lavi stroked him and muttered into his ear, the images filling his mind, making him go mad with need. "You could also edge me with a hand job, make be beg for release and punishing me if I came without your permission."

"Lavi…" He moaned, dropping his head onto his shoulder.

"Yeah, that's it. Do you know what I would do to you, if you were the one tied down? I'd tie your hands and legs to the bed, I wouldn't gag you though, I love the way you beg and moan for more, so wantonly." He drawled. "And I'd fuck you with a dildo, making you grow hard and desperate and then I'd switch it for a vibrator and I would put it in the lowest setting and watch you go mad with need. And then, just when you are begging me for more I'd untie you and blow you until you came. But I wouldn't take the vibrator out. Oh no." Allen was whimpering, his eyes clouded with need of something he had never known he'd needed: to be manhandled like that, to be dominated like that… He had never truly wanted that, until now. Maybe all he had needed was someone who understood him and would never take more than he could give, just the same way he would never take more than what Lavi chose to give him.

"What… what would you do then?" He questioned, his hips moving against Lavi's hand.

The redhead didn't reply, he stayed silent for a couple of minutes, his hand never stopping working on his lover. "If you agreed... " He started a bit unsure, as if he wasn't unsure of how he'd take the idea. "I'd like to take you out. You know, dressed and everything, not going to ever take you naked outside." He pointed out and the albino nodded, already knowing that Lavi would never do something like that to him. "But with the vibrator in you and I don't know, we could go do the groceries, or watch TV with your siblings, have dinner with the guys…" He moaned when Allen kissed him hungrily, biting his lips and digging his nails on his shoulder. "You'd like that?" He smiled and kissed his neck: he had suspected that Allen would not be opposed to this sort of things, but he had never really dared to ask. He knew he'd do it too in a split second if Allen ever asked. There was just something on giving himself up to Allen that made him shiver inside.

And it was not only lust.

There was… a need of some kind that demanded him to give Allen everything he had. And to take everything Allen offered him. It felt raw and primal and it scared him sometimes how possessive he felt over Allen, as he had never felt so before with any of his past boyfriends. But then Allen would act the same way, protective and possessive he would realise that it went both ways and would fall even deeper in love with him. Like that time a girl had gone and kissed him at the club and Allen just yanked him away and pretty much raped his mouth. Or that other time that creep was just hitting on the albino even if he had told the man he wasn't interested and he just went and hugged him from behind muttering a 'Hey kitten, cheating on me already?' loud enough for the creep to hear. Needless to say, the man just walked away with the tail between his legs.

Yeah, those were the moments in which he would feel possessiveness creeping up his body.

Allen groaned and kissed him again, pressing him down so he'd be lying again and he made quick work of his soaked trousers and underwear: he needed to have him. Now.

"I'm going to fuck ye so good." And the accent was back. Thank God for it.

"Please." He was rock hard again, all his talking making him see and want things to he had never really given a second thought. And it was just easy for them to go from submissive to dominant, something that definitely made their sex life never boring.

Allen smirked and kissed him. "And I'm going to take you up on those offe'rs babe."

"I hoped you would." He arched when Allen scraped his nail around his nipple, like he had done months ago.

"Mh-hm. Want to know what I'd like to do, too? Both of us, with plugs inside us one Satu'rday as I work in the club and the first one to ask for sex loses." He mumbled against his thigh.

"Shit. Where's the catch?"

"Lose'r… I don't know, has to do wha'tever the winne'r wants fo'r a period of 24hours?" Allen suggested, moving further up to his cock.

"Sounds fine to me." The reporter replied before snapping his hips. "Now start fingering me."

"Hm… Right now, I want to ea't you ou't." He replied and make him turn around. "You'r a'rm?" He questioned, peppering kisses on his cheeks.

"It's fine…" He replied. "Fuck…" Allen had started licking his rim, and he had totally forgotten just how skillful Allen really was with his tongue. He felt himself clench around it, moaning low on his throat, his head resting against the cushions. He wasn't used to this, he had never been a fan of rimming others so he never asked anyone to do it. Yet the first time Allen had taken him to the shower and fingered him with soap and cleaned him up he found himself trembling in anticipation. He came in the shower as Allen fingered him and told him what he was going to do with his tongue.

It had been amazing. He had felt closer to him than ever before, as lame as it sounded. And it became even more meaningful when Allen told him that he had never even considered doing it to anyone else. Then again, Lavi was the first person he had sex with without condoms except for that first time.

"Ngh... Babe!" He moaned when Allen cupped his balls and squeezed them.

Allen didn't say anything, he kept licking him, making sure his lover was enjoying himself to the fullest. Because that was Cross told him: to always put one's personal pleasure behind their partner's, because there was nothing more satisfying than seeing your partner thoroughly fucked and breathing hard and unable to take more. And yet, since he had gotten together with Lavi, sometimes he was greedy, wanting more of Lavi. Especially his moaning, it was just hot to hear him moan and beg for release. Or groan if he was in a dominant mood. And Lavi had always been different for him: he had done things with Lavi that he wouldn't have done with anyone else: starting by having sex with no protection and inviting him to his room to sleep and then have sex in there. Showing him what he was most repulsed and frightened of and now having him over his house. Lavi was different than anyone else who had entered his life like him, and the ginger had also made him different: more caring, more stable.

"F-fuck babe!" Lavi groaned as he wiggled his ass away from Allen. Much to his own dismay. "Need you…" He breathed out, glancing at him over his shoulder.

"Of course." He kissed the lower part of his back before standing up. "I'll go get the lube, alright?"

"Hurry…" He turned around, resting once more on his back and trying to calm his ragged breathes.

Allen was back in less than five minutes and he smiled when he saw him sprawled on the chaise longue part of the sofa. "Hey babe. I washed my mouth." He kneeled between his legs and kissed him, and his mouth had a fresh minty flavour.

Lavi smiled into the kiss when Allen tickled his side. He had realised after a few times in, that Allen would sometimes just do non-sexual gestures while they were having sex. It was, somehow, adorable and sweet. "I love you." The reporter mumbled after they split up.

"I love you too." He smiled before sitting on his kneels he lubed his fingers and warmed up the liquid before pressing one inside his boyfriend.

Lavi closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having Allen opening him after a little over a month of no sex. And that was a long time for them. Probably the longest. And sure, romantic relationships weren't supposed to be only based on sex but it was such a damn important part of what they were and how they had started that it was unthinkable for him to go over two months without sex with Allen.

"More!" He moaned when Allen pushed the second finger in, arching his back a bit.

"Be patient." The albino kissed his inner thigh before licking it in a long stroke.

"Can't. It's been far too long." He whined, moving his hips to try and make the fingers go in deeper and Allen just chuckled before crooking them, making him gasp. "Fuck. Don't tease."

"Sorry." The albino said before pushing another finger in and making a scissoring motion. He looked at his boyfriend: he was sprawled on the sofa, his red hair splayed on the dark cushion, his face slightly red and flushed and his eyes… His yes were just dazed with lust and love. So much love was held in them.

"Kitten. Please." He begged and the albino nodded before taking his trousers off and kneeling between his thighs.

"I know, I know." He gently pressed inside, moaning down on his throat and clutching his eyes shut. He heard Lavi moan in the distance and felt him shiver in delight. He opened his eyes and dived to kiss him, his tongue making slow movements. "Can I move?" He questioned him.

"You better." Lavi replied, locking legs around him and kissing him again, harder.

Allen put both of his hands on either side of his boyfriend before he started to move. He set a slow pace, wanting to enjoy it as much as possible and he needed to be different than usual. He wanted it to be romantic, he wanted Lavi to enjoy it as much as he could. He wanted… He wanted Lavi to know that no matter what happened, he would always desire him. That there wasn't a part of him that he thought was disgusting.

"I… love ye so much." He said out of the blue and Lavi looked at him, slightly surprised before smiling.

"I love you too. God!" He arched off the sofa when Allen hit directly his prostate. His breath hitched when he saw Allen above him: he had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his white hair messy and falling on his shoulders, the tip of one strand just brushing his nipple, the muscles on his arms and abs were flexing at each movement. He was just beautiful. Breathtakingly so.

He wrapped his good arm around his neck and brought him down, kissing him with as much passion as he could muster without turning the kiss aggressive. And Allen replied in kind, and never faltering in his movements. And even when they split up, Lavi kept him there, his arm still around his neck, their breaths mingling in a way he had often thought disgusting before.

"Faster." He moaned.

"Ye su're?" Allen groaned, his hips still maintaining a slow rhythm. "Don't want to hu'rt ye."

"I'm f-fine!" He grabbed him by the hair and the musician shivered at the look of sheer dominance in them. "Allen. Faster."

Allen nodded and started to pick up speed, missing the slightly crooked smile on his lover's face: maybe it was mean of him to play that card, but Allen was a cheater himself so whatever. Besides, was it really his fault that Allen loved to have his hair pulled and be dominated? No, right? And besides, Allen had used this same trick on him on different occasions. Both in and out of the bed. "N-no't going to last." Allen mumbled.

"It's okay… Cum inside me, yeah?" He replied as he arched a bit. His cock was trapped between their stomach and the pressure was just right.

The albino was groaning low on his throat, obviously trying to hold himself. Lavi made a distressed sound when Allen pulled up, the friction on his cock disappearing.

"Oh shit!" Allen had wrapped one of his hands around him and started stroking in time with his thrusts. "Allen!" He moaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his whole body shaking in pleasure and thick spurts hitting his stomach. "F-fuuuuck…" Allen kept moving, just as he knew the redhead liked it. Lavi smiled and kissed him again, moving his hips too. "C'mon babe… Just let it go. I want to feel you come in me…" He whispered in his ear, hearing the albino whimper in pleasure. "C'mon kitten…" He remembered the day Allen had told him about how he liked to be told to come but not as if it were an order, but when it was said a coddling and sweet manner. Such a strange and kinky creature he was, and Lavi loved him for that. "I want you to fill me up." He whispered again, his fingers rubbing on Allen's back. "C'mon love…"

"La-Lavi!" Allen shuddered and moaned quietly as he emptied himself in his boyfriend, who was just panting in pleasure beneath him.

Lavi watched him him orgasm and, as usual, it was perfection: how he moaned his name, the shudders ripping through his body, his silver eyes closed… He wrapped his good arm around his back and brought him down, hugging him. Allen was still breathing hard and his mind was a fuss, but he rested his head on his lover's shoulder and kissed his neck.

"That was amazing sweetheart." Lavi told him, nuzzling his hair. The albino only mumbled in agreement before he pushed himself up to pull out of his boyfriend. "Shower?"

"Later." He replied as he moved to the side and curled up around him, resting his head on his chest.

Lavi said nothing at this unusual behaviour of his lover, Allen was not one to hug others as he prefered to be hugged. But it was a nice change for once. And he knew there was something going through that pretty head, but if Allen wanted to tell him, he would, so he settled on stroking his hair and untangling the little knots.

A million thoughts were running through his mind, and all of them had Lavi all bruised up and shaking in panic in common. He didn't know what triggered this sort of thoughts after two weeks of the incident, but the idea of that he could have lost Lavi in an alley, was too hurtful to bear in mind. The idea of not being able to make love to him, to hold him, to be held by him, to have a life together was killing him inside. He felt his eyes tear up, but he refused to shed them, not in front of Lavi, it was not fair to him, not when Allen was his pillar now.

He didn't know the details of the beating, Lavi didn't tell, he didn't ask. He knew what he needed to know: the place, the time and how many people had been responsible for the attack. And they were going to pay. Dearly. Maybe not with their lives, he didn't need to be thrown into prison at age 22, but he'd make sure they'd remember his face and have as many nightmares as his boyfriend was having. Because the ginger still woke up some nights drenched in cold sweat and reaching for him, crying and asking for comfort. And it made his blood boil in rage every single time. Because Lavi didn't deserve this. He was one of the most gentle and kind-hearted people he had ever known. He didn't know how to fight, he was against violence unless it was in a sport like Martial Arts, Kendo or something similar.

He looked up and saw the loving gaze Lavi was watching him with and he couldn't help but smile and kiss him on the lips. "You alright now, love?" The redhead questioned sweetly.

"Y-yeah…" He sat up and smiled shyly. "Sorry about that."

"Do you hear me complaining?" Lavi asked, kissing his cheek. "Let's go to the shower, yeah? I'm starting to feel sleepy." The American stood up and grabbed his hand, kissing it lightly.

Allen bit his lower lip and stood up too, leading him to the upstairs bathroom. Lavi followed wordlessly, just admiring the house for the first time.

"Just how much does Neah pay you, kitten?" He questioned, awed.

"About 3000. Don't really know. Why?" They had reached their destination, so Allen had let go of his hand in favour of turning the water on and getting to the right temperature.

"No, nothing." He shouldn't be able to pay a rent in that area with his salary for a whole house, but then again, he was barely there, so he didn't have much thing to spend his money on. He felt slightly jealous of him, but not in a bad way, he could never wish for something bad to happen to his boyfriend. "Can you help me with the cast?" He asked, batting his eyelashes in a, supposedly, seductive way.

Allen snorted before nodding and grabbing one of the bags and taping it around his arm. They showered quickly, dried their hair and snuck under the covers and Lavi spooned his lover from behind, kissing his still slightly wet white locks.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" The ginger asked.

"I have MMA practice at the gym at 12." Allen replied. "Wanna come see me?"

"And as amazing as you all sweaty and half naked punching someone sounds, I don't think I could not jump you and fuck you there in front of everyone." He smirked at the shiver and low moan that ran through the British body. "You are getting kinkier babe." He whispered as he sneaked his good hand inside his pants and pressed a finger in his hole before retreating.

"Says you. What are you going to do, then?"

"I'll go home for the day, stay with Yuu and make sure he is actually eating."

"You just saw him tonight!" Allen whined, but Lavi knew he was just joking; Allen would never make him pull away from someone he loved, even if that person was Kanda.

"Don't be a brat." He replied merrily. "I'll even make sure he drives me to the club, yeah?"

"He better." The albino grumbled as he tightened the hold his boyfriend had on him. "Night bunny."

"Night kitten." He kissed his ear and closed his eyes, sleep already tugging at him, and judging on the way Allen was going limp on his arms, he was probably half asleep. "Love you." he mumbled.

"Me too."

I hope you guys liked it and that it was enough for you to forgive me for taking such a long time between posting chapters!