Title: Stealing Judgment

Author: fotoshop-cutout // Shiro

Fandom: D. Gray-Man

Characters/Pairings: Lavi/Allen

Rating: PG

Word Count: 479

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.

Summary: It was all Deke's idea—really it was.

Notes/Warnings: un-betaed; the fourteenth in a series of 104 themes. "Judgment" is today's theme.

They were so dead.

It was all Deke's idea—really it was. He said: "Oh, it'll be fun, Allen, stop being such a scaredy cat!" Now Allen resented his stubborn side with a fiery passion. Why was it that when someone presented him with a challenge (especially one against his pride, such as this one was), he immediately agreed to it. No questions asked, no thought to the consequences of such actions: oh no, Allen would just jump right in.

Which is how he got caught red-handed with his Master's gun. Judgment was an anti-Akuma weapon: something not to be toyed with and certainly not something that should be in someone's, other than its owner's, hands. Yet, Allen had been convinced by the seemingly harmless redheaded boy that he should attempt to take it without being noticed. Allen felt stupid now. But in the shadow of his Master's wrath, he pointed his finger at Deke.

And so Bookman dragged his hot-headed apprentice in and sat the two of them down. Master Cross sat with his legs crossed, shining away Allen's fingerprints on Judgment. Bookman stared the two young boys down. Allen squirmed; Deke poked him.

"You should know better."

Allen hated being scolded. He always felt ashamed of himself immediately. He dipped his head and a blush rose in his cheeks. Bookman's eyes went to his own apprentice.

"Especially you, Deke."

The other boy squirmed now, but managed to hold the smug look on his face. Allen's hand snuck into the other boy's. They held on for dear life as Bookman continued to tell them how they should be more grown up than this. Finally, he seemed to run out of condescending things to say. But Allen's worst fears came to fruition as Bookman turned to Master Cross.

"Do you have anything you wish to add, General Cross?"

Allen gulped as the other redhead in the room looked up at his name. A smirk rose to the man's lips and the two boys shuddered, clutching one another's hands. A swish of clothing and a metallic click; Judgment's barrel was against Allen's temple.

"One thing: don't ever touch my gun again." The man's face was devoid of all emotion. Allen's eyes were wide, hand gripping Deke's. He nodded, not trusting his voice. Another metallic click and the barrel was raised away from the boy's head. Footsteps brought both older men out of the room. Bookman muttered to Master Cross as they were leaving.

"Did you have to scare them that badly?"

A grunt was the only response and the door closed behind them, leaving the two boys, shuddering on the couch. Suddenly Deke launched onto Allen, hugging him with all his might.

"I thought we were dead!" Deke laughed nervously.

'Yeah, me too.' Allen leaned into the other boy's embrace, still not able to speak after being scared so badly.

Tomorrow's Theme: "Seeking Solace"