Chapter Thirteen: Misfortune

Summary: "What a misfortune it rained. Perhaps we can find some other way to occupy the time?"

Genre: Humor

Rating: PG-13

Content: Sexual innuendo, sexual references, sex, stuff to make you lol, etc.

Author's Note: Part of the 100 Themes challenge on DeviantArt. 100 chapters about Lavi and Allen as a couple. Don't like it, don't read it.

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The dark clouds outside were weeping on rooftops, an onslaught of rain continuing to fall heavily despite the fact that it had been pouring all morning without ceasing. Lavi and Allen were in the lounge watching the drops as they beat mercilessly on the windows of the Order, their beach umbrella and other seashore items left abandoned on a nearby couch.

"Why did it have to go and rain?" Allen asked, his eyes following the bands of rain as they washed over the glass.

"Beats me," Lavi pouted from his seat under the window. He had really been looking forward to seeing Allen out, shirtless in the sunshine, enjoying the last few fleeting days of summer before they were lost to cold autumn.

"I really wanted to go too…" Allen murmured. "And Jerry even made a picnic basket for us and everything…" He looked over at the humongous basket holding their lunch with a sad sort of glance. They watched the rain for a while more with long faces before Lavi jumped up.

"Well, let's not let this get us down! We have today off! Let's do something fun inside!" he proposed, smiling in such an adorably enthusiastic way that Allen found himself smiling a little as well.

"Like what?" Allen asked, making Lavi stop to think. The silver-haired boy watched as a sly smirk made it's way across Lavi's lips and knew just by that and the slight twinkle to his eye that he was thinking of something inappropriate.

"What a misfortune it rained. Perhaps we can do something else to occupy the time?" Lavi suggested, moving closer to the couch. Allen was too busy observing the other boy—mesmerized by the way his body sauntered seductively toward the sofa along with the barely restrained hungry expression on his face—that he didn't have time to react. Soon, Lavi was on top of him, pinning him to the couch, his nose just inches from Allen's, lips hovering over lips, not touching, but so very close.

"L-Lavi!" Allen said in a hushed whisper. "Anyone could see us!" It wasn't that he minded the situation all that much, but Allen wished they were anywhere else but in the open lounge, where anyone and everyone could walk through. It wasn't as if they would be hard to spot, and it wasn't as if it wouldn't be obvious as to what they were doing. The redhead above him pouted before quickly leaning down to kiss him. It was a brief, but meaningful kiss, letting Allen know what Lavi ultimately wanted, which the younger boy was all too willing to give. But that didn't mean he couldn't tease Lavi about it once they parted. "You're awful, you know. Is that all you think about?"

"Is what all I think about?" Lavi asked, playing innocent, Allen could tell, by the way his green eye was lit up with mischievous excitement.

"Getting in my pants!" Allen replied, his face turning red. He must have been hanging out with Lavi too much, picking up his phrases and bad manners like that. Lavi laughed, though, amused by the words. Who knew Allen would have said something like that aloud?

"Well, no," he answered, putting his hand on Allen's thigh as he leaned forward to whisper in Allen's ear. "I also think about you getting in my pants." That made Allen blush even redder, much to Lavi's delight and the younger's embarrassment.

"Lavi!" Allen chastised him, though not harshly, biting his lip to keep a whimper inside at the hand on his upper thigh.

"Oh, you like it," Lavi said, smirking wickedly. "And I certainly like it." All this talk was giving Lavi ideas while it caused Allen to feel slightly uncomfortable in his already form fitting pants.

"You're incorrigible," Allen murmured, his cheeks and ears pink.

"Don't I know it," Lavi replied, smirking in such a bad-boy, devil-may-care way that Allen had to restrain himself from leaping into his arms and kissing him senseless. "That's why I propose we play a game."

"A game?" Allen asked, a grin working its way to his own lips. Any kind of game, Allen was certain to win, even if it meant cheating to beat his boyfriend. "Do tell."

"We'll have three rounds," Lavi said, looking pleased that Allen agreed so quickly. And he truly was pleased that Allen agreed so quickly, knowing that the silver-haired Exorcist's drive to win would make the game more fun. But this was one competition Lavi might beat him at. But even if he didn't, neither of them would really be a loser, he'd make sure of that. "Best two out of three wins."

"And what do they win?" Allen inquired, making the innocent fact he knew always got through to Lavi: the one he would tease the redhead with when Lavi was in the throes of tortured passion, begging Allen to go down on him.

"Whoever wins gets to do whatever they want to the loser," Lavi said, accentuating this with a teasing nip to Allen's ear, making the silver-haired boy shiver with want. "Whatever they want."

"You're on," Allen replied, and they shook on it.

And so the game began.

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"Round one," Lavi said, as they walked down the hallway. He didn't quite have any challenges in mind, but when he spotted a certain long-haired Exorcist up ahead, Lavi got an idea. "Whoever can get Yuu-chan to blush, wins."

"W-What?! That's not fair!" Allen exclaimed, but Lavi was already running up to Kanda.

"Yuu-chan!" he called out, his arms wide open in an attempt to hug the Japanese swordsman. Allen had learned long ago not to get jealous over this outward display of affection, despite the fact that Lavi should only be hugging or wanting to hug him. But he knew that he was the only person for Lavi, as the redhead had assured him of this fact on many occasions, which normally began with a serious heart-to-heart and ended up with one of them being fucked into the mattress. Even though all of this was true, Allen had a feeling that this challenge was going to be easier for Lavi than it would be for him, as Kanda tolerated Lavi on a higher level than he did Allen.

"Call me Yuu-chan one more time and I'll gut you," Kanda growled, turning around so quickly he nearly smacked Lavi in the face with his ponytail. Allen thought he might actually perform disembowelment this time because of the look of pure murder on his face.

"Oh, c'mon, Yuu-chan," Lavi said, making an almost concerned face. "I just want to suck your dick." The reaction was instant: Kanda went bright red at those words and as straight as a board, completely in shock. Lavi managed not to smirk in victory.

"W-What did you just say?!" Kanda asked. Allen had to admit that Lavi had won and that this was hilarious, seeing the normally stoic Exorcist in blushing embarrassment. It took all Allen's willpower not to laugh at the stunned expression on Kanda's face.

"I said 'I just wanted to make sure you're not sick,'" Lavi replied, as if Kanda hadn't heard him correctly. Then he pulled his expression into one of concern, as if he were truly worried about Kanda's state of health. "Are you sure you're okay, Yuu-chan? You look kinda feverish…"

"I'm fine. Baka-usagi," Kanda growled, stomping away, still bright red in the cheeks. Allen could see that even his ears had turned pink from the blush.

"Have some soup, Yuu-chan. Feel better soon!" Lavi called after him. If glares could kill, the redhead was certain he'd be dead. Once Kanda had turned the corner, Lavi turned to face Allen with a grin the size of Asia Minor on his face which the younger boy found to be both extremely annoying and somehow attractive.

"Okay, okay. You won," Allen admitted begrudgingly, although still in good humor. "But I pick the next one."

"Deal," Lavi said, smirking triumphantly, not having any idea what he was getting himself into. Allen grinned as well for a different reason, knowing he would win the next round without a doubt.

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"Round two," Allen began, as they walked into the cafeteria, still smirking. He went up to Jerry's window and ordered a tray of desserts, which Jerry was all-too-happy to produce. Allen then brought the pastries over to the table in the corner of the room, where Lavi had gone to sit and where he was waiting almost nervously. If it was an eating contest, Allen would most certainly win, and Lavi pouted in an outward display of unfairness. The silver-haired boy was grinning and he hadn't even bested Lavi yet, making the apprentice Bookman's pout grow stronger. Allen sat down with his back to the cafeteria, facing Lavi and the wall as he put the tray of pastries between them. After that, he leaned over, looking rather seductive with his eyes half closed, hair falling sensually around his face, as he said: "The first one to moan, loses."

Before Lavi could even ask what that meant, Allen had already begun digging into the desserts, but not in his usual manner, as if he had been starved for the better part of a few months. Instead, Allen was very specific about the way he ate them, letting his tongue dart out to lick up layers of white whipped cream, tease blueberries, and lap at melted chocolate. Lavi was so blown away by this display that he couldn't even fight back by eating a pastry of his own, too busy watching those delicious lips and the small little smear of icing on Allen's cheek. Never before had he been so envious of food and he gripped the bench seat under the table to try and control himself.

Allen could tell by the way Lavi's breathing had sped up and the glassy green of his eye that he was most definitely going to win, no doubts about it. To step it up just a notch, Allen tongued at a strawberry, making a show of licking the whipped cream completely off the tip. A small bit of it landed on his chin and he removed it with his finger, bringing it to his mouth to suck it clean.

That did it.

It wasn't so much of a moan as it was a strangled whimper that escaped through Lavi's lips. He couldn't help it, realizing how badly he lost just a second after his weakness was made known.

"I win," Allen said, popping the strawberry into his mouth happily. "Score's even now." And Lavi just groaned, putting his head down on the table, trying to ignore the angry burn in his stomach. He had to win the next one, he just had to, because now the score was tied and it was anyone's game.

And Lavi was going to win.

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"Faster!" Allen cried.

"Can you take it?" Lavi asked, breathless as he obliged.

"Ah!" Allen threw his head back with the groan as Lavi pressed forward with more force. Their voices echoed loudly in the room as they climbed toward their climax. "Is that all you've got?"

"Beg for more, Allen," Lavi taunted him through panted breaths.

"More, Lavi!" Allen moaned, enough to make Lavi stop for a moment, dropping his guard at such a sensual tone of voice in their current situation. That second of hesitation gave Allen the perfect time to strike, and he easily brought the redhead down, pinning him to the ground with his Clown Belt; Odzuchi Kodzuchi clattered the ground a few feet away from him, shrinking in size and defeat.

"Jeez, Allen," Lavi huffed out, tired grin on his face. "Never knew you could be so…forward."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Allen answered back, in a teasing sort of voice, not letting Lavi up just yet.

"Oh yeah?" Lavi said, raising an eyebrow, beaten but still interested.

"Yes, indeed," Allen replied, his voice lower, eyes taking in the sweaty, dirty form of his boyfriend. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the sudden urge to do Lavi right there in the middle of the practice hall.

"Enlighten me," Lavi murmured; Allen smirked.

"I won," Allen said, almost evilly. "So that means you have to do whatever I want."

"A deal's a deal," Lavi replied, eagerly with the images of Allen ripping off his clothes filling his mind.

This was going to be fun.

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"Allen…."

"You said anything."

"I didn't mean…this…"

"Well, what were you expecting?" Allen asked, looking over at Lavi with an evil grin. "Something naughty?"

"Something that was not filling out all your field reports…" Lavi grumbled, obviously disappointed from the way he huddled over one of the many manila folders on Allen's rickety desk. He sighed. "Between you and gramps, I never get a day off…" As he mumbled to himself, Allen let his grin soften into a kind smile as he watched Lavi scribble away with an eagle-feather quill, moving from the warm bed to behind the redhead's chair, slipping his arms around the apprentice Bookman's shoulders.

"I think that's enough for one night," Allen said, his voice low and rather husky in Lavi's ear. "My slave has other duties to attend to." A smile curved on Lavi's lips as he tilted his head a little to glance at Allen mischievously.

"Whatever Master wishes," Lavi said.

"Well, I do have a bunch of laundry that needs to get done," Allen replied, pretending to look thoughtful; Lavi frowned, tired of being teased.

"And you said I'm awful," Lavi said, crossing his arms with a pout. Who knew that Allen could be so cruel? But Allen's arms tightened around him and that tongue that had worked wonders earlier that day was teasing the ring in his ear.

"It can wait until tomorrow," Allen said, and Lavi grinned, turning around to pull his lover into his lap.

Maybe it wasn't so bad to lose after all.

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Ack. Sorry about the un-funniness of this chapter. Being sick and having finals does not put on in the best of moods. Hopefully you enjoyed it despite my apparent inability to be funny.

Chapter 14: Smile

"There was just something about that smile that made him fall in love." Allen is dragged to a concert and falls head over heels for a certain redheaded rock star.

(KinKitsune01's request back from chapter 6.)

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