Title: Want
Pairing: Allen/Kanda/Rabi, Allen/Rabi
Summary: Allen wants
The thing about Allen is that most people forget how spectacularly simple he is. A more charitable person might perhaps use clueless, but either way, Allen is not quite on the level on the surrounding world.
Allen doesn't know that it isn't normal to want to kiss two other people. He doesn't know that God and society consider it a sin to have relations with a man, doubly sinful with two. He doesn't know that he isn't supposed to wonder what it would be like, to run his fingers over another man's skin. But Allen, Allen wants. Allen sits in a train car with Rabi and Kanda after a mission, and all he can think about is how it feels as though he's never wanted anything more.
Allen wants to slide his hands down their sides, nestle in close, steal body heat and rest his cheek against smooth, warm skin. He wants to trace his fingers over that odd letter on Kanda's chest, then lean down and trace it with lips and tongue and teeth. He wants to kiss that burn scar on Rabi's right shoulder, run his tongue over the raised flesh, slide his lips to smooth skin and use teeth to leave his mark. And he really, really wants to kiss them. Allen wants; he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't want; he doesn't see any reason why he can't act and so he slides across the space between him and Rabi, puts his hand on Rabi's thigh and leans in.
It is warm and wet, soft, and slightly ticklish. A little laugh bubbles out of Allen's mouth. Rabi starts a little, and then laughs along, resting his forehead against Allen's. Strong arms wrap around Allen, pulling him flush against Rabi's body until he squeaks. Allen swings one leg over and wiggles around until he is comfortably kneeling astride. He smiles brightly and kisses Rabi again, wrapping arms around his neck, and melting against him as strong hands massage his thighs and roam over his back. Allen moans, he feels pleasantly warm, like after drinking tea on a cold, rainy day or sunning himself on the grass in late spring.
Kanda stares openmouthed, want and disappointment and envy warring at the back of his throat. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his daze, and stands up quietly. He will give them privacy.
Kanda only takes a few steps before something grabs his hand. He follows that arm to Allen's face, flushed, hair in disarray, lips bruised, red, and shining with saliva. Kanda swallows hard. It is a good look for him. Those lips move. He has to shake his head before the words can register.
"Please," Allen asks, eyes pleading. Please stay. Please let this happen.
He looks at Rabi, who is looking at Allen. Rabi looks as out of depth as he feels. Kanda lets himself be drawn over and down, until he kneels beside them on the train seat.
"Please," Allen asks again, eyes wide and open. He leans up, mouth hungry, eyes closing, and what else can Kanda do but meet him halfway?
He looks into Rabi's eyes over Allen's shoulder. They will make this work.