Longest one so far. More of a one-shot, actually. I'm not sure how I feel about this one - kinda nervous to post it... It's my first "explicit" scene. -_-;

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M! It contains non-con (rape), so beware!

The only reason I didn't rate this whole story as M is because this, so far, is the only one rated M. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to say so in a review or PM. You have been warned, so if this is something you don't want to read, skip it.

Summary: Two weeks after graduation, there was a party – everyone was invited, no matter their grade or age, and so the party had many different beginnings and many different endings. This is how it transpired for Allen Walker.

Rating: M

Ficlet #11:

By Chance

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Two weeks after graduation, there was a party. This part was held by none other than Lavi, an eccentric redhead with too many friends to count. Everyone was invited, no matter their grade or age, and so the party had many different beginnings and many different endings.

This is how it transpired for Allen Walker.

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"There is absolutely no way you're going to get me to drink alcohol, Lavi," Allen Walker, high school sophomore–soon-to-be-junior, muttered. The music booming loudly throughout the house drowned out many voices, and the two boys were squished so closely together that they were able to speak somewhat-normally.

Lavi's grin just widened as he shoved the plastic cup of beer into the younger's mismatched, unwilling hands. "I'm not even old enough–" Allen tried to protest, but was interrupted by Lavi's laugh.

"You should know that half of the people at this party aren't old enough to drink," the redhead added, as if that would make the sophomore feel better about it.

"But I…"

"Ah, now I know why you won't drink," Lavi started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "You're a wimp and you can't handle it. I bet you'd get drunk off of one beer anyway – 'cause you're a wimp."

The words struck exactly where Lavi had meant them to, and Allen immediately bristled. "Jerk! I can handle something as little as one beer!" His silver-gray orbs eyes the light-colored liquid in his hands for a moment, before sighing. One couldn't hurt, I guess…

Allen took a big gulp and tried not to gag. "This tastes like shit," he said dully. So, Allen did the sensible thing and plugged his nose and downed the rest.

"Man, you had to plug your nose to drink it?" Lavi observed with a snort. "See, weak, I told you!" He then grabbed another cup for himself. Allen scowled, grabbed the drink out of Lavi's hand, and drank it all too.

Wiping his mouth, he raised his head and said proudly, "There, happy now?" His head was already getting a little fuzzy, and his whole body felt warm; but it was a nice feeling. Maybe alcohol wasn't as bad as he had thought it was.

Lavi smirked and looked at his 'work'–an already-tipsy Allen with flushed cheeks–and mentally patted himself on the back. "Very," he said with a nod and offered another beer to the boy, who took it gratefully. Lavi shoved the thought in the back of his mind that he had to make sure Allen got a safe ride home after the party.

"Alright, Al, well you should go have fun!" Lavi shouted over the music as he went to turn away. Allen looked up at him in confusion.

"You're… leaving?"

"I gotta go make sure no one has trashed my house," the other reminded him, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "If I don't, Gramps will be sure to kill me."

Allen looked troubled for a moment, and then he nodded in understanding. "I'll go look for Lenalee." He turned on his heel and waved vaguely at Lavi, who just rolled his eyes in amusement and walked in the opposite direction.

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About 45 minutes later, Lavi found Allen again, but it was definitely not what he'd expected. "Holy shit, Al, you're pretty good at that!"

Allen Walker, who was now on his 7th beer, was grinding against a senior – a sexy, normally-stoic senior, whose name happened to be Yuu Kanda.

Said senior had his hands gripped loosely on Allen's hips and was guiding Allen as he rolled his hips around Kanda's groin roughly, changing from quick to slow and teasing depending on the tempo of the music. There was a wide smirk on Kanda's face, and Allen's eyes were closed, but whether it was in concentration or pleasure Lavi wasn't too sure.

The redhead wasn't the only one who watched with their mouth agape and eyes practically falling out of their sockets – many people had backed away to give space to the two males who were very obviously into it and in their own little world.

Just by the looks on Allen and Kanda's faces, Lavi did not want to know what was on their mind. But, as Allen's silver eyes cracked open and he pulled away from the other, Lavi would clearly see what Kanda was thinking of just by the bulge in his pants.

"Ooh, Yuu-chan, I think you have a little problem," Lavi chided knowingly with a mischievous grin. Kanda scowled and flipped him the finger.

"If you had him rubbing against your dick for a half hour, you would have the exact same 'problem'," Kanda retorted, pulling the dazed Allen closer. "But, at least I've got a remedy."

"Oh, man, please tell me your 'remedy' is masturbation," Lavi murmured, glancing at Allen as he started drinking his 8th beer.

"Nope." Kanda didn't elaborate any further, and started leading Allen upstairs. Allen looked over his shoulder, waggled his eyebrows, and gave Lavi a thumbs-up.

"Me 'n Kanda are gon'a fuck," Allen sang bluntly, his words distorted not only by his drunken slur, but his significantly heavier accent. The redhead just sighed and shook his head.

Allen didn't remember much between walking up the stairs and ending up in a bedroom, but he supposed it didn't matter. He slowly looked over at Kanda, who was ridding himself of his pants and button-up shirt. Allen figured that he was smiling, but he really couldn't be sure. "So, what now?" He asked cheerfully, taking a few moments to admire the man and look him up and down. Damn, Kanda is hot.

"You suck me off," Kanda stated nonchalantly, crossing his arms and staring at Allen expectantly. "And then I fuck you."

Allen didn't so much as flinch at the bluntness of Kanda's words – he'd known the Japanese man for a few years now, and it didn't unnerve him that they were going from "frienimies" to having sex in one night.

Allen stared at him for a moment before shrugging. "Alright."

As he sauntered over, it occurred to him that, though it was his first time with any kind of sexual encounter, it was as if nervousness wasn't even part of his emotional range at the moment.

Kanda was already naked by the time Allen sat on his knees in front of him, and he glanced at Kanda for a moment innocently before looking at his length. Cautiously opening his mouth, he took it as deep as his throat allowed him – and suddenly, he thanked Lavi for his perverted mind that had, though no matter how unwilling Allen was at the time, supplied him with helpful (sexual) information.

Allen wrapped his hand around the base of Kanda's member and experimentally bobbed his head back and forth. Hearing the light, pleased groan, he took that as a sign that he was doing pretty good so far. Allen's tongue slid over the underside of Kanda and around the tip, and then curiously flicked inside the slit.

"Mmm," Kanda murmured in approval and fisted his hands in Allen's mop of white hair. "For a beginner, you're not half-bad at this, beansprout."

Allen just hummed deeply in reply, which caused Kanda to jerk. He continued to bob his head back and forth quickly and slide his hand up and down around Kanda's cock, and after a few minutes Kanda pushed his head down to get himself deeper in Allen's mouth.

The Japanese man felt Allen's mouth repeatedly constrict around him, and he realized that Allen was gagging. His smirk widened, and he continued to push Allen down on his length, until he finally reached completion. The younger of the two had no choice but to swallow Kanda's cum, and he pulled back from him with a small pop.

"You practically choked me to death," Allen muttered with a half-hearted glare, to which Kanda just shrugged.

"Get up," he demanded, and so Allen stood, albeit a bit unsteadily. The older teen pushed him toward the bed, and as soon as Allen fell rather ungracefully on it, Kanda started ripping off his clothes.

Allen, now prone on the bed and at Kanda's mercy, grabbed his ponytail and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss. Kanda bit onto the white-haired boy's bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth with a gasp that was drowned out by their connected lips. His tongue plunged into the hot cavern, his taste buds assaulted with a mixture of beer, something very sweet which he assumed to be candy, and the Japanese's own cum.

Kanda pulled away for a moment and muttered, "You taste like shit."

Allen only laughed. "That's what I said earlier about the beer." Kanda didn't respond, and instead pulled the tight fitted tee that the other was wearing, over his head. After it was discarded to the side of the bed, off went his pants and boxers in one swift pull downwards. And suddenly, they were both very naked and very aware of that fact.

Before Allen could make any kind of comment or protest, Kanda was licking and sucking and biting on his neck. "A-ah that… feels nice, Yuu…" A particularly rough bite caused him to yelp, and his fingers tightened on the other's ponytail. "What the hell was that for?"

"It's Kanda," he growled, and now he was just biting and pinching at Allen's skin. Reaching his nipples, he bit down harshly on the left, watching in amusement as blood started bubbling up to the wound.

"Ow, Kanda, you jerk!" Allen hissed, yanking harder on the senior's hair and watching as a few black strands slipped through his fingers. "That hurts, stop biting me – ah!" The cool hand on his member made him jolt and squirm from the unfamiliar touch.

Kanda smirked. "Shut up. All I want to hear out of your mouth is screams and moans, got it?" Allen nodded, staring at Kanda with wide silver eyes. "Good. Now, this is your first time, right?"

Allen couldn't help it as his cheeks reddened drastically, and he looked away to any place in the room but Kanda. "Um, yes…"

Kanda's cobalt eyes narrowed and his smirk grew bigger. "Don't worry, beansprout, I've dealt with people like you."

The way he said 'people like you' made Allen feel vaguely insulted, but he said nothing to avoid his wrath.

"Suck," the Japanese said, snapping Allen out of his jumbled thoughts long enough to blink before three fingers were shoved between his swollen lips. He looked up at Kanda as his tongue wrapped around the digits and quickly coated them in saliva, while Kanda found himself getting hard at the sight.

After a moment of Allen licking and lightly biting his fingers, Kanda pulled them out and tried not to pay attention to the string of saliva connecting them to Allen's lips. The beansprout could be fucking annoying sometimes, but others…

Kanda didn't want to finish that particular thought, and instead spread Allen's legs apart and pushed one slick finger in. Allen squirmed, but the other male didn't pay any notice to his discomfort and slid another in quickly.

Allen winced, and a frown crossed his face as Kanda started to scissor his fingers impatiently inside of him. The last finger was pushed through the tight ring of muscle, and this time there was a small throb of pain. "Kanda…" he began to whine, but the senior only glared and pulled his fingers out.

The sophomore almost sighed in relief, until he saw Kanda position himself in front of him, and then he felt something much bigger than fingers pushing demandingly against his entrance. "Wait, Kand– aaaah!" The rest of his name was broken off as the younger screamed.

Kanda just grunted at the sudden change of attitude and pushed himself as deep as he could. "You're so fucking tight," he forced out, waved of pleasure washing over him as he pulled out and thrust back in. He felt the beansprout's walls clench tightly, trying to force him out, and he moaned.

The Japanese continued to thrust mercilessly, until he realized it was significantly easier to move. Kanda slowed his pace, noticing two things; Allen was either unconscious or close to it, and he was bleeding.

He smirked so wide that his teeth glimmered in the dim lighting of the room, and pulled out only to flip Allen onto his stomach. Kanda lifted the lower half of his body so that his ass was sticking up in the air, and then he continued to pound into the now-unconscious boy so hard that the headboard slammed into the wall.

As he neared his finishing point, one final, quick thrust made him shiver as he released into the boy and pulled out. Allen fell limp onto the bed, and Kanda pushed him back over and hit him hard across the face, effectively waking him up.

"Up, 'sprout, I'm done." Kanda started getting dressed, and Allen, dazed and wondering what the hell had just happened, just laid on the bed and stared at him. Once Kanda was dressed, he threw Allen's clothes at him and ordered him to get dressed too.

Sitting up caused his backside to protest in pain, but it wasn't bad, so getting his shirt on was an easy task. Getting his pants on was a whole different scenario.

After trying and failing at least four times to stand, Allen eased down on his back and slowly wiggled his pants up. He ignored the stickiness of blood and semen that dripped down his thighs, and after what seemed like an hour, finally got the piece of clothing on.

Kanda was just staring at him. "What?" Allen snapped, and Kanda raised an eyebrow.

"Go get that stupid rabbit and tell him to come here." Allen wanted to retort – to tell Kanda to get off his lazy ass and do it himself because he obviously couldn't walk at the moment – but something about Kanda made him scared now.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but now everything about Kanda made him shiver. The glare that had become something Allen was accustomed to seemed to appear more sinister, and the scowl seemed angrier than he'd ever seen it.

Allen stood again, and though the throbbing quickly turned to a piercing, angry pain, he clenched his teeth and used the wall as support. He could feel Kanda's eyes follow him down the hallway, and he would've bet any amount of money he had that the man was staring at his ass.

The stairs were a horrible obstacle, and took him a few minutes to get down one alone. Luckily, he didn't have to search too far for Lavi, who came bounding up to him with a grin.

"Oh, hey Al! You okay?" The redhead looked the small boy up and down, noticing his limp and the grimace on his face.

"I'm fine. I just… drank too much, I think." Allen waved off Lavi's inquiries, and for the first time he realized that he wasn't as drunk as he was earlier. "Kanda wants you, by the way. He's in the last bedroom at the end of the hall."

"Of course you guys did it in my bedroom," he heard Lavi mutter as he walked up the stairs.

Allen just faintly shook his head, and his stomach turned violently and unexpectedly as he rushed to the nearest bathroom. He barely made it as he spilled all of the contents of his stomach into the toilet, which happened to be beer.

He must've been in the bathroom for at least ten minutes, and now he was just dry-heaving. This night was quickly going downhill, and whether it was God giving him another slap in the face, this bathroom was conveniently placed just underneath the room Kanda and Lavi were currently in.

"Ohh, Yuu…"

Was he just hallucinating now? Was he still heavily drunk? Allen looked up, and saw the vent just above the toilet. With a frown, he pushed the lid of the toilet down and clambered onto it. Now significantly closer to the vent, he could hear everything clearer.

When he said everything, he meant everything, including the things he wished he didn't hear – like skin slapping against skin and throaty moans, for instance.

"Ah, yes, Yuu, faster!"

Allen immediately turned away from the vent and shut his eyes, and after another loud cry he left the bathroom. Was he not good enough? Was that why Kanda was now fucking his best friend in the same room that he had just practically raped him in only minutes ago?

His blood was boiling from many things. Anger, shame, jealously, and betrayal were only a few of the emotions he was currently feeling, and his memory returned to him fast and reluctantly as he tried – unsuccessfully – to keep his tears at bay.

"You're so fucking tight," Kanda groaned, and Allen only clench his teeth tighter at the searing pain in his ass. The friction was horrible and uncomfortable, but Allen tried to ignore it. Maybe this was what sex was like when it was your first time, Allen assumed. Plus, Kanda seemed to be enjoying it – and with a tiny smile, Allen realized that he liked what Kanda looked like now.

Messy and sweaty and panting, Kanda was even more beautiful than Allen had ever seen him or ever thought he could possibly be. Dizzy from what he thought was too much alcohol, Allen's eyes started to close, and the last he saw was Kanda and the last he thought was; goddamn, Kanda is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

He really regretted letting his eyes flutter and close.

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