Its me again! XD And this one isn't depressing. I attempted funny, but then I kept forgetting all the funny lines I had planned on writing in it, so it might just be stupid. xD But I hope you like it! Implied Lucky, and then a random mention of KandaLavi. xD
NUMBER FOUR: Protest
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::Intuition::
Follow your heart/ Your intuition/ It will lead you in the right direction - Jewel
"Mmph Kanda…" Allen tried to pull away from the kiss, to speak at least a sentence, but his boyfriend didn't let him. He just kissed him again, forcefully. "Kanda…" His words came out mumbled but still understandable. "Stop, Kanda…mmph"
Kanda ignored it. He had wanted to do it with Allen since they started going out. Allen tried to pull away again from the kisses, but he wouldn't let him.
"Kanda! Stop!" Allen finally said, managing to pull away jerkily. But Kanda ignored that as well, just lowering his head slightly so that he could get at Allen's neck. He bit at it, hands wandering down a little. Allen let out a small noise, then pushed Kanda away, standing up from the bed. He took a few steps back.
"Kanda!" Allen said. "I said no!"
Kanda glowered, still sitting on the bed. "Moyashi," he said, staring at him. Dark eyes bore into Allen, but he was unfazed. He just straightened his shirt, fixed one of the buttons and then ran a hand through his silver hair. Then he looked back at Kanda.
"I said no," he repeated. "But you keep trying to push me into it."
"…Maybe one of these times you'll do it," Kanda grumbled, looking away.
Allen made a sound of annoyance. He never listened. Kanda was almost impossible to talk to. All he wanted Allen to do was make out and put out. He went along with the former. Not the latter. He didn't think he was ready yet. But Kanda just kept pushing! He was so annoying.
"You never listen, do you? How many times do I have to say it to get it through your dense head?" Allen asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Kanda twitched slightly, pulling himself off the bed. Allen held his ground as he walked over to him.
"What, you don't want to do it at all? Or just not with me?" Kanda asked, glaring at the boy.
"Its not that, I just don't think I'm ready," Allen said, trying to keep his voice even, but he was mad at Kanda. The dark haired man leaned forward and kissed him again deeply.
"Mmph!" Allen said indignantly, pulling away. He backed up and hit the wall, letting out a startled noise as he did so. Kanda stepped forward, pinning his wrists against the paneling and leaning forward once more, pressing his lips against Allen's. Allen struggled, sounds of indignation and anger escaping muffled through the kissed. The dark haired man pressed against the other.
The silver haired boy finally managed to pull his hands away from Kanda's rough grip and with them he pushed hard against Kanda's chest. The older boy pulled back a little, forced backwards just a little. Allen drew his hand up and slapped Kanda across the face.
"I said stop, you bastard," he said, silver eyes flashing angrily. Kanda had staggered, taken by surprise. Allen could see a red mark beginning to form on his boyfriend's cheek and he smirked smugly. "You have no respect for what I want."
Kanda blinked his navy eyes several times, finally realizing what Allen had done. But before he could do anything, Allen had turned towards the door of the bedroom. "I'm not coming back until you learn to respect others!" he said over his shoulder, even though it hurt to say it, because he really did love Kanda. But he didn't want to be pushed. He glanced over his shoulder at Kanda, who looked slightly shocked, then left the room.
"Self-centered bastard," Allen grumbled to himself, grabbing his coat off the chair where he had dropped it.
"Moyashi!" Kanda called but Allen ignored it and got his shoes, walking out the door briskly. He jumped down the steps, running a hand through his hair. He hadn't bothered closing the door and Kanda followed him out.
"Baka, stop," he said, grabbing his arm and pulling him around, standing on the walk. Allen had already gotten his keys from his pocket and he glared when Kanda pulled him around. "What the hell's the matter with you? It was nothing!"
"You didn't stop until I physically pushed you away," Allen said. "Let go of me."
Kanda's eyes narrowed slightly. "What's the big deal, Moyashi? You're overreacting," he said, ignoring the gazes they were drawing from passersby. Two people had already paused, watching with open curiosity.
"What's the big deal, he says," Allen muttered. "I am not overreacting! I said no, because I'm not ready! Stop pushing me, Kanda!" He yanked his arm from Kanda's grip and turned again. Several more people had stopped, murmuring and watching, eyes wide and prying.
"Don't walk away from me!" Kanda said and grabbed Allen's arm again. The boy had frozen. Then he turned slowly to Kanda.
"What…did you just say?" he asked in an icy voice.
"I said don't walk away, baka Moyashi," the 20-year-old growled. "Do I need to repeat it again."
Allen's hand came up and in a flash brought it with all his strength across Kanda's face. All his strength proved to be a lot, because Kanda staggered back, letting go of his arm. Then Allen turned away from his boyfriend and stalked down the path. The small crowd watched all of this, moving back slightly so that the silver haired boy could get to his car. Kanda blinked several times, hand going to his cheek and watching the boy get in, then drive away.
The silver haired boy glanced around as drove away, watching as Kanda turned and snapped viciously at the crowd. Several flinched and they dispersed. Then Kanda stalked back inside, slamming the door behind him.
Allen turned back to the road, sighing loudly. He wasn't ready! Why didn't Kanda get that? He just…didn't get it. He was so dense sometimes. He would let the dark haired young man cool down and calm down. He himself needed to calm down. He noticed his hands were shaking slightly on the wheel and gripped it more strongly to stop the trembling.
This hadn't been their first fight. This wasn't the first time blows had been shared either. Allen had slapped Kanda on another occasion as well, because he was being an ass. But then there was that one time…when Kanda had hit him across the face. Allen brushed his cheek, thinking about it. But it had been nothing, a simple misunderstanding. He had said he was sorry a moment after.
He knew they clashed, but he really did love Kanda, and wanted to be with him. And part of him did want to give in to Kanda's wishes, because he wanted to as well. But he was scared. He didn't know if he would regret it or not. What if Kanda threw him away, because he was no good? He need to calm down and talk to someone. Someone who had boyfriend experience. He really didn't want to talk with the certain redhead he was thinking of, but he was the best person he could think of (come to think of it, he was the only person Allen could think of). He had a boyfriend after all.
Shuffling around a little, the silver haired boy pulled his cell phone from his pocket by the antenna and flipped it open. Glancing at the road every few seconds, he clicked three. One was voicemail. Two was Kanda. Three was Lavi. He had other people on his speed dial, actually quite a few, but only a couple he actually called on a regular bases.
Putting the phone to his ear, he rested his other hand on the wheel absentmindedly, being stopped at a light. He waited for ten rings, then pulled it away, clicking end. He frowned slightly. Lavi always picked up. He called again.
This time someone did pick up, but they didn't say anything for a few moments. "Y-yes?" came Lavi's voice, somewhat strained, from wherever he was. "A-Allen?"
"Lavi," Allen said. "Can I talk to you?"
Lavi gasped softly. "A-Allen…n-not right n-n-now…" he breathed, sounding rather breathless.
Allen frowned. "Well, I actually wanted to meet you," he said, starting to drive once more as the light turned green. "And talk in person."
Someone said something, not quite understandable through the speaker of the phone. Allen kept his eyes on the road as he waited for Lavi to respond.
"O-ok…TYKI!" he yelped. Allen pulled the phone away from his ear, blinking several times at the volume. "Nnahhh…s-stop it…gahh…" The silver haired 17-year-old made a face. Why did he even pick up the phone if that's what they were doing?
"I can't help myself, love," came the unmistakable sound of Tyki's voice. Lavi let out another small squeal and then some strange noise that Allen couldn't quite identify.
"Lavi, meet me at the coffee place on 7th, ok? I'll be there. You…just be there sometime before 4," he said. He didn't think he could deal with being on the phone any longer with Lavi if he was going to keep making those noises.
"O-ok," Lavi breathed before whatever happening on the other end caused him to let out a low groan. That was when Allen snapped his phone closed.
"Oh…my god," Allen said, pulling into a parking spot in front of the coffee shop. He rested his snowy head against the steering wheel with a groan. "Why did you even pick up, Lavi? God, I really don't want to hear that stuff." Sighing, he got out of the car, making sure he had his keys, and stuck his hands into his pockets, jumping up the curb and over the slush. He glanced at the sky. It looked like it was going to snow again.
Pushing his way into the coffee shop, sighing contentedly at the warmth that it gave. He gave a shiver, then made his way to an empty table. Allen sat down, pulling his jacket off and draping it around his chair, vaguely wondering when Lavi would show up.
Allen was on his third cup of coffee, the other cups beside him, elbow on the table, when the door opened, sending the little bell attached into a frenzy. The silver haired boy lifted his platinum gaze up and spotted the redhead.
"Yo, Allen!" Lavi said, jumping up the steps and sliding into the seat across from Allen, grinning ear to ear. "What's up?"
Allen blinked several times, staring at him, looking bored. He cleared his throat, nodding to a mark on Lavi's neck. "You better pull your scarf up," he commented. "Or else you'll get looks."
"Wha?" Lavi asked, straining to see the reddish mark that he obviously couldn't see. Allen leaned forward and poked it. "…Oh. Whoops." The redhead pulled his scarf up, hiding the spot from view. Then he grinned, leaning his elbows on the table. He reached forward, taking Allen's cup before the boy could stop him and taking a drink. "Seriously Allen, you gotta go easy on the coffee."
Allen rolled his eyes, snatching his cup back from the redhead. "If you want something, go get something yourself," he said.
"Why're you so touchy?" Lavi asked, a pout starting to form on his friend's lips. Allen sighed loudly, making the other look at him curiously. "What's up?"
"…Kanda," he said finally.
"How's the old grouch?" Lavi asked, leaning back in his chair, eye dancing slightly. "How is he doing? I thought you were spending the day with him today. Instead, you call poor me, interrupting as Tyki—"
"I don't need to hear the details, thank you very much," Allen said, cutting him off sharply. "Yes, I know I was going to spend the day with him again. But…but…ARG! He's so damn pushy! He needs to back off and see that I'm not ready to spread my legs for him. Bastard…"
Lavi blinked his lone emerald eye, pausing for a moment. He hadn't been expecting that reaction from Allen. Then his face split into a wide grin. "But you should know that's how he is. He's your boyfriend, for gods sake," he crimson haired young man pointed out.
"I know that," Allen said, then sighed and let his head fall against the table. "I just wish he would stop groping me every time he thinks I'll give in, and every other time just for the hell of it. It gets annoying and sometimes it's hard to push him away."
"That's the point," Lavi said. "That's what he's trying to do, silly. He wants to do it with you, and he's used to getting his way with that kind of stuff."
Allen muttered wordlessly under his breath. "Yes, Mr. I've-Slept-With-More-People-Than-You-Have-Friends," he grumbled, hitting his head against the table gently, making it rattle a little. "I don't even know why I'm going out with him. All he wants to do is get into my pants…"
"Because you love Yu," Lavi pointed out, leaning back farther in his chair. It looked like the one eyed young man was going to fall backwards at any moment, but whenever anyone warned him, he brushed it off, saying he had never fallen. He was telling the truth. Allen had never seen him fall.
Allen groaned, hitting his head against the table again, this time a bit harder. The empty cups jumped slightly. "I know…" he sighed. "…Can you help me?"
Lavi choked on the sip of Allen's coffee he had just taken. He started coughing, leaning against the table, but Allen could tell that he was laughing through the hacking. Finally it turned into just laughs and Lavi hit the table. People glanced at them, curious.
Allen lifted his head up slightly, glowering at the redhead. "Just shut your face," he muttered.
"Oh, such harsh language," Lavi said, his tone filled with mock hurt. "I'm just crushed…But anyway! What's wrong, Allen? Why don't you just go with him? You'll have a grand time."
Allen sat up, blinking slowly. "And you know this how?" he asked.
"Yu and I went out in high school," Lavi said with a shrug, not seeming to chair. "In our junior year. And damn was he demanding. I didn't hold out anywhere close to you with the not sleeping with him. Actually, I didn't hold out at all…" He had a thoughtful expression on his face as he set down the cup down.
"…You've slept with Kanda?" Allen asked, surprised. He would've never seen that. One, because whenever the idiotic redhead came within beating distance, Kanda took the chance to do just that: beat him.
"Yup," Lavi said, then made a face. "I understand completely how he can be. He is rather…touchy-feely with his hands."
Allen stared at him. "I…can't believe you," he said. "Did he…or were you…?" The boy drifted off, a slight pink dusting his pale cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably.
"He's the aggressive one," Lavi said, getting what he was asking. He waved a hand dismissive. "Taking advantage of poor defenseless—"
Allen threw one of the empty coffee cups, hitting Lavi on the head. "What is your problem?" Allen asked. "You have some serious issues. I'm here, asking for advice, and I keep getting stories. I don't want your stories. You always go into too much detail." He shuddered, remembering one time where Lavi had gone into way too much detail.
"So, are you going to help me or not?" he asked.
"Help you with what?" Lavi asked him. "I don't even know what you want help with."
"Just…what to do?" Allen stated, sighing. "He's so selfish! He just wants what he wants and doesn't care about what I want or what I think."
"Well yeah," Lavi said. "That's Yu-chan. He's a selfish prick. But if you love him, why don't you just do it? He won't need any temptation or anything. He's kinda like an animal…And plus, if anyone found out about it, he'd get in trouble, since he's considered an adult and you're still a minor…"
"Oh thanks, that so makes me want to sleep with him," Allen said flatly. "And who would tell someone like the police? You? He'd kill you if you did."
"That point being pushed aside," Lavi said. "Why don't you want to?"
Allen was silent for a moment. He didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Lavi, but then again he was his best friend and he knew how to deal with the Japanese (they had known each other since they were eight).
"You can tell me," Lavi said, leaning forward a little, elbows on the table. "What's up?"
Allen didn't say anything again, chewing on his lip.
"Come on, Allen," the redhead said. "Its me. I've probably gone through this stuff too. Well, depending. But probably."
Allen took a deep breath. "I…I'm scared, to tell you the truth," he said in a soft voice, staring at the table. He was blushing in embarrassment and wouldn't look up. "I mean…yeah, scared."
Lavi watched him for a moment, then nodded slowly. Allen looked up, amazed that he wasn't making fun of him like he thought he would've.
"I mean…like…will it hurt? What if...Arg, I don't even know," the silver haired boy said and lay his head down on the wooden surface before him. He took a deep breath, eyes closed and wondered what Lavi was thinking. Was he thinking he was a wimp? Or an idiot for holding out that long?
"I know how ya feel, Allen," Lavi said, startling Allen. The boy sat up, staring at the redhead in front of him. Lavi was smiling slightly. "I understand how you feel. I've had that same feeling."
"But…what?" Allen asked, confused. "I mean…how?"
Lavi chuckled slightly. "Will it hurt? What if it doesn't feel good? What if I'm no good? Right? Some of the stuff that is running through your head?" he asked.
"Y-yeah," Allen said, eyes wide. He ran a hand through his hair. "W-what…how do you know though? I mean, you've had these feelings before, I guess, because you know."
The redhead gave one of his normal grins. "Yeah well…those things ran through my head too," he said with a shrug. "And I'll answer you: It hurts…but not very much. And it goes away really fast. Its so different from anything else…"
"But…but what if I am no good?" the boy asked. "What if he dumps me, because I wasn't good enough for him?" He bit his lip, looking down.
"He wouldn't do that," Lavi said. "Trust me."
Allen paused then nodded.
"And plus, you don't know until you try, right?" Lavi asked, getting back into himself. "You'd have to try sometime! Just spread your legs and enjoy—"
"That is so crude, its not even funny," Allen said, throwing the other empty cup at Lavi. It bounced off his head. "But…thanks."
"No problem! I can't say no to someone like you, Allen. You're just so damn cute! I'd go with you myself, but then Yu'd murder me…slowly…with something blunt," Lavi said. Allen rolled his eyes, getting up from the table. He stretched.
"Have fun with Tyki," he said, flicking Lavi on the head.
"Ow," Lavi said, covering where he flicked. "And I will. Say hi to Yu for me." Allen nodded then gave a wave and headed down the steps to the main coffee shop. He past the counter, and pulled open the door. The bell went crazy again as the silver haired boy headed out into the cold. It had started to snow, and hard. Allen stuck his hands into his pockets and headed to his car, thinking. He blushed slightly when he thought about what he was probably going to be doing by the next twenty minutes.
When he got into the car, he took a deep breath before starting it. At that moment, his phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket. It was text from Lavi.
'Have fun! Trust me it feels good.'
Allen closed his phone with a snap without replying. What would he say to that anyway? Then he glanced around and pulled out into the snow, heading back to Kanda's house. Because of the snow, he had to drive slower than normal, and he was anxious (yes, he was anxious) to get to his boyfriends house. His heart was pounding a little louder than normal and he tried to calm himself down.
When he actually reached his boyfriend's house and parked, he sat in the car for at least ten minutes. He almost chickened out, but the keys hadn't been in the ignition, so he didn't end up driving away. Then he got out, hurrying up the path, and pulling the door open, closing it swiftly before snow got in.
The inside of the house was silent as Allen shook out his jacket, dropping it on the floor along with his boots. He glanced around. "K-Kanda?" he asked, shivering slightly. It was a little cold.
"Moyashi?" Kanda's voice could be heard from the kitchen and then his head appeared around the corner, looking a little annoyed and a little confused as well. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Allen paused, taking a deep breath, then walked over to the doorway.
"I said, what're you doing here? You stormed out, or do you not remember?" Kanda asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned going back into the kitchen. Allen followed silently, thinking. He didn't really know what the best way of getting the point across that he wanted to do it. Kanda glanced at him. "What's wrong with you?"
Allen bit his lip, then stepped forward and kissed him. Kanda made a vowel noise, surprised, which quickly turned into a growl. He pulled Allen flush against his own body, deepening the kiss. The boy pressed against him, still a little frightened.
"What brought this on?" Kanda murmured, breaking the kiss. Allen panted softly, cheeks flushed.
"I-I talked…" he said. "C-cleared my head and—" but he wasn't allowed to finish as Kanda's lips covered his again, kissing him passionately. Allen let out a small whine through it and as his lips parted, Kanda seized the chance to slip his tongue into the boy's mouth. Allen gasped then groaned when Kanda's tongue brushed against the roof of his mouth, a strong chill running through him.
The older turned Allen a little, backing him. Allen slid back willingly, although he didn't know where Kanda was pushing him to. Then he bumped into something. He glanced behind him, breaking the kiss, to see the table. "K-Kanda…" he panted, looking back at the young man.
Kanda stayed silent, but a smirk was playing across his lips. "What's wrong, Moyashi? Scared?" he breathed in the boys ear. Another shiver ran through the boy's body.
"M-maybe," he managed to get out.
"Don't worry," Kanda said. "I don't bite…" he was pressing against Allen, his lips against his ear. Allen could hear his low breathing and it was sending strong chills through the small frame. A rough hand had slipped under Allen's shirt, drifting across the boy's stomach and then going up to his chest. Allen gasped softly, shifting against the table. "…much."
That single word made Allen shiver again and his eyes closed slightly as Kanda's lips found his neck. "A-ahh…" he murmured. Kanda licked his neck slowly, before nipping at the skin, dragging his teeth.
Allen let out a shaky breath, pulling Kanda's head up and kissing him deeply. Kanda pressed into the kiss, pushing Allen back, then with a sudden motion, making Allen squeak into the kiss, he was sitting on the table. And then he was lying on the table. And Kanda was over him, kissing him again.
Kanda's hands wandered, drifting across the silver teen's body. He pushed up Allen's shirt, then pulled it off completely, tossing it aside. He let his lips drift down Allen's neck, then shoulder, then chest, where he attacked a nipple. He sucked at the flesh, licking it. Allen's back arched just a little off the hard wood of the table, a loud gasp escaping his lips. As Kanda continued, hands drifting down to his pants, he let out a soft moan. God, it did feel good, and the older boy had barely done anything.
He shifted, then gasped as he felt Kanda's hand undo his pants and then slide inside. He groaned as the dark haired young man's hand brushed his length teasingly. And then he was lifted up a little, to his surprise, and his pants were discarded as well.
One completely unrelated thought crossed his mind then, and that was that the table would need to be cleaned. Multiple times. And then that thought left him when he felt a hand spreading his legs a little. Fingers played around his entrance for a moment before one pressed in.
"Nng," Allen let out, closing his eyes tightly. His hand wandered a little, wanting something to cling to, and found Kanda's arm. His fingers closed around it as Kanda's other hand pressed farther, another finger being added. Allen moaned softly, panting.
"Want more, Moyashi?" Kanda breathed in Allen's ear. "Do you want it?"
Allen gasped, squirming, as the other brushed against something with his finger that sent tingles through his entire body. Yes, he wanted more. He wanted it all. "Y-yes," he breathed out. Kanda moved a little, hand pulling away from Allen's body.
"Then who am I to say no?" Kanda said, undoing his own pants. He spread Allen's legs, gripping his thighs and pulling them up a little. Allen's eyes slid open a little just as Kanda thrust in. The boy jerked upwards a little, off the table, a soft cry escaping his lips. Lavi was right, it hurt a little, but not as much as he was feeling. And oh god it felt so good.
Kanda shifted a little then went in again, gripping Allen's legs. He leaned down and kissed Allen deeply, but Allen couldn't really kiss him back. He moaned, gasping, as Kanda went in deeper. It felt so damn good, he couldn't even believe it. Why had he held out?
Allen gasped as teeth met his neck in a somewhat vicious bite. It stung, and felt like Kanda had broken the skin, but he forgot about it a moment later when Kanda's thrusts hit something that felt so very wonderful he cried out loudly, arms wrapping around Kanda's neck and holding there tightly.
"Nng…AH…mahhh…" he groaned, body buckling a little as the other's thrusts became somewhat harsher. But it felt so good! He shifted, wanting more. He got what he wanted and cried out loudly again. He could feel tears prickling his eyes, but didn't understand why, because it didn't hurt. He gasped for air, unable to get it.
Allen tightened his arms around Kanda's neck as the man lifted him off the table, going in harder than before. He didn't know how much more he could handle. This was so overwhelming. His head was spinning from lack of oxygen and the pleasure. He closed his eyes tightly.
And then his back arched completely off the wood. "gh…YUUU!" he cried out loudly, releasing. His whole body jerked violently as cum splattered his stomach and Kanda's, dripping onto the table. Yeah, it would need to be scrubbed down several times over. A moment later, Kanda groaned through gritted teeth, jerking slightly as he released as well.
Allen groaned as Kanda released into him. Then he collapsed onto the table, eyes closed, chest heaving. Kanda pulled away, sitting back onto the table, leaning against his arm and panting. Allen lay still, trying to catch his breath. His muscles twitched slightly and he felt the strange sensation of Kanda's cum draining from him.
"H-how was that then, Moyashi?" Kanda asked, and he was out of breath as well.
"…I…"
"Worth doin' again?" Kanda asked.
Allen gave a nod, a smile spreading across his lips. "I love you…" he said, turning his head to look at Kanda. "…The table's gunna have to be cleaned…"
"Che," Kanda said, leaning back. His hand slipped off the side of the table and he fell backwards. Allen sat up swiftly, letting out a small squeak as Kanda fell off the table. There was a loud thud and Kanda let out a grunt of pain.
"…Remind me…that tables are off limits," Allen heard Kanda said and then his head came into view. His hand was over the back of it and he had a pained expression on his face. Allen couldn't help but smile.
-ooo-
"So," Lavi asked, leaning against the table, half a sandwich in his hand. "How'd everything with Yu-chan go?"
Allen glanced at him, smiling slightly. "It went fine," he said, washing his hands. Lavi had come over to mooch off food and to see what was going on. Thankfully Kanda was out, which meant that the redhead could be there without getting murdered.
"Well that's good to hear!" Lavi said, setting his sandwich down on the table for a moment and dusting his hands off. He brought his drink to his lips, taking a drink, before setting that down and picking up the sandwich. "Where'd you guys end up doing it? Yu-chan hates the bed, I think…"
Allen's eyes drifted over to the table.
Lavi watched him, confused, and then froze. "You…what?" he choked out, then coughed, choking on his sandwich. He doubled over. "I-I…gahhhh…"
Allen started laughing. He grabbed the counter to steady himself. "Yes, Lavi. The table. Don't worry though, I cleaned it…"
"Doesn't matter!" Lavi said, looking at his sandwich with a look that made Allen laugh harder. "Y-you didn't even tell me!" Allen just continued laughing, leaning against the kitchen counter and trying to breathe. That was priceless. Lavi's expression was just…priceless. Oh he loved Kanda.
Thanks for reading, my friends! Please review and tell me what you think! 8DDD
PS, the songs really...don't have much to do with the story. xD