A/N: I'M SO SORRY. It's been a realllllly long time since I've updated and I'm sorry. I've been trying to finish it in my notebook, but I just can't XD BUTBUTBUT I got to 125 pages :D Chapter 12 (the last chapter) will be written and done very soon (I hope). I'm dreading having to type them up. *Sigh* I guess I'll get on with it. I hope you enjoy 3 Okay one more thing. I'm not entirely sure but, I've always imagined Allen as being a lefty so I'm sorry if he isn't I tried to look it up I promise.
"Lenalee. Hey, I've…uh…got something to tell you." Lavi said, leaning of the doorframe and watching Lenalee cook breakfast. "Can it wait? I'm a little busy." She said, not looking up from the sizzling pans on the stove. "Yeah…sure." Lavi said, shaking his head slightly and returning to Allen's room.
"You forgot. You really think I believe that?" Allen said, raising an eyebrow at Lavi, who was sitting Indian-style on the bed in front of him. "No." he sighed. "She said she was busy, anyway. I'll tell her after breakfast." Allen rolled his eyes. "You're such a procrastinator."
"Oh and you aren't?" Lavi said with a disbelieving laugh.
"This isn't about me." Allen retorted.
"Hypocrite." The redhead smirked and leaned forward, placing his hands lightly on Allen's thighs and capturing his lips. Allen's eyes fluttered closed as Lavi's hands drifted from his thighs all the way up to his waist, where they disappeared under his loose T-shirt.
The redhead's tongue darted out of his mouth, pushing against Allen's lips and begging for entrance. Allen gasped, finally allowing Lavi's tongue to slip in.
They battled for dominance, tongues slipping and tangling with one another until Lavi finally won. He ran tongue over the roof of Allen's mouth, eliciting a sigh from the younger-who had one hand tangled in Lavi's fiery red hair, the other gripping the hem of his shirt tightly.
Lavi pulled back, breathing heavily. He stared at Allen's flushed face. His grey eyes, standing out even more against the blush on his cheeks, his swollen lips, and his slightly disheveled snow-white hair gave him a look of vulnerable innocence.
Shirts were discarded in a matter of seconds. Allen was pushed onto his back, staring up at Lavi. The redhead held himself up by a hand place near Allen's bare shoulder, one leg resting in between the younger's. The other hand was busy caressing the younger's abdomen and chest. "I love you, Allen." He breathed, squeezing the hip of the boy beneath him affectionately. "I love you too, Lavi." Allen said with a slightly tired smile. His hands floated upwards and wrapped themselves around Lavi's neck, pulling him down for another heated kiss. "Allen…" Lavi groaned as a small hand tugged on the waistband of his jeans.
The redhead complied, standing up momentarily to slip his jeans off and expose his black boxer briefs before throwing them somewhere in the room. He collapsed back between Allen's legs.
Catching Lavi off guard, Allen pushed them both over so that he was on top and pinning Lavi with his body. He smirked, tugging off the basketball shorts that he had borrowed from Lavi to sleep in. Allen smirked and licked his lips. A single green eye stared into two grey ones as Allen tangled his hands in Lavi's fiery red hair.
Allen began to bite and kiss at Lavi's collarbone gently. "Hey Lavi?" Allen murmured between love bites. "Mmmmm?" Lavi hummed in response, too high on the feeling of Allen's skin on his to say much else.
"I-" the white-haired boy was never able to finish, as someone came through the door with way too much force. "Allen! Come take your pills and eat your breakfast!" Lenalee said, dumping clean laundry on his dresser, not noticing her two half-naked roommates.
"Allen?" she said, finally turning toward the bed—and nearly shrieking at what she saw. "L-Lavi? A-Allen?" she dropped the remaining laundry on the floor in surprise. "W-well… I guess I'll leave you t-two alone then…" she said, numbly retrieving the fallen clothes and walking hurriedly out of the bedroom.
Allen stared blankly at the doors for a moment before he burst into laughter, doubling over onto Lavi's chest.
"Oh my god." Lavi groaned in embarrassment, Still laughing, Allen rolled off of the redhead and onto the bed beside him. "Well that was fun while it lasted." The redhead said, grabbing Allen's slim right hand and playing with his long pianist's fingers. "Mmmmm." Allen hummed closing his eyes and reveling in the way his skin tingled when Lavi touched him.
Allen drifted off to sleep again, while Lavi just became more and more restless with every second. He sat up, still caressing Allen's right hand with is own. The redhead hummed quietly and glanced around the room nervously. Folding his legs so he was sitting Indian-style, Lavi stared down at the pale hand that was now in his lip.
He turned it so it was palm-up. A single green eye scanned it, searching for any sort of mark, when he came across the fresh cuts covering the inside of Allen's forearm.
Some were just thin, pink ribbons crisscrossing his skin—others were more deeper, and looked like they would take a century to heal. Then there were the barely-visible scars that the ordinary person probably wouldn't have seen. Lavi's trained eye caught the way they glinted slightly in the light of the bedroom.
But then there was the one long, vertical cut with the stitches still intact. The one Allen had made to end his life. Tears stung the back of Lavi's eyes as he remembered the day he woke up.
He heard a gasp from somewhere beside him and the younger's hand was suddenly yanked away from Lavi. "Don't you dare tell anyone." Allen said coldly, cradling his right arm to his chest protectively. "And I don't need your sympathies. Or you help, I'm perfectly fine." Allen shook slightly and Lavi could tell he was struggling to hold back the tears.
His grey eyes were cast downward and he was curling into himself, trying to get as small as possible. "Allen… just tell me when you started." Lavi said kindly, crawling a little closer to Allen and sitting on his knees. Allen paused. "I-it was right after Mana died… I think." He said, still not meeting Lavi's eye. How did I not notice? The redhead scolded himself, looking down at his clenched hands momentarily. "Let's get dressed Allen." Lavi said, sighing. Allen nodded and turned away, hopping off the bed. Lavi looked down at his hands again, thinking of all the things he'd done wrong in the past months.
"Lavi… can I tell you something?"
"Sure. Anything, Allen."
"I… I was raped."
A/N: Whoops it's a cliffhanger. I'm just gonna say now that I'm not very proud of this chapter, or the entire fic for that matter. I think it gets better after this chapter, but once I finish it, I'm definitely rewriting it. Thanks for reading and please leave a review.