TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY – WHAT?
no, but seriously.

I was feeling writy… if that's even a word.

I lied about allen's chapter being this one, it's not.

Say hello to lavi once again.

6.

Its still night when I wake up, and I let out a breath that I had to of been holding in my sleep. I wouldn't call that sleep, more like lucid dreaming that I had absolutely no control over. I knew that the things were going to happen, it was like a slideshow, and I could see what was coming next, though there was no possible way of preventing the oncoming disaster. I was stuck in place as that terrible scene unfolded over and over again. A mistake – that's all I was, and ever would be. The pain in my chest prevailed over everything, and I had to press my palm to my bare skin, in hope to settle my heart. I say my heart, but I really have no way of knowing if it was in fact my heart that made my chest pound so.

I let out another long, drawn out breath, and collapsed back in to the mess of sheets and pillows. It was pitch black in my room, save the small sliver of moon light that slipped itself through the curtains. It was alone, and it bothered me, so I marched over and drew back the curtains completely with as much force as I possibly could. It resulted in tearing the fabric right off the metal rod. I glance at the clock, and solidify that it is still night. There was at least five more hours before it's a reasonable time to be awake. I discarded the torn fabric on the floor of my bedroom, and headed back to my bed, which I miserably crawled in to. I really was worthless, with the exception of being bookman's successor. That was all that mattered when I was younger, before I met Allen. Before I made a friend that I decided to pour my feelings in to, and care about with all my being.

I knew Bookman could tell I was going astray from the designated path for me, but he refused to say anything. It was evident from the disappointed look in his eyes, and the tone he took from me. Overall, his entire appearance changed around me, it was disgrace. He was disgraced of me; I bet he wouldn't have me with him, if he didn't need me. It was fate for me to inherit the job of a bookman, and record history as it is made. Nothing more, and nothing less, I wasn't worth a dime. The pain in my chest returned, but I pounded back. I'm meant to be alone, and alone is what protects me. It was what kept me going all these years, until I wasn't.

My solitude had been broken by the white haired exorcist, and ever since he'd break down constant barriers that I didn't know I had. Allen changed me, for better or for worse, he's made me feel. I detested emotions, caring about someone, caring what they thought of me. These lackluster traits we're of no use to me, and I wish I didn't posses. I was used to those boring, blank days where nothing in particular happened, but then there were always things that happened. It was all the same to me, and I almost longed for them to come again.

I almost thought that I'd slipped in to yet another dream, but as I fidgeted around, I knew it wasn't one. Everything felt too real to be a dream. The soft footsteps outside in the hallway padded closer and closer. The echoing of their feet bounced from wall to wall, and back again making their steps all the more audible. Apparently it wasn't an intruder, because if it was – he would have already been apprehended. That made my mind crawl with curiosity, who could possibly be creeping around the headquarters in the dead of night? My brain jumped to Lenalee. She could be sneaking off to Allen's room, which would lead to disrobing, and then…sex.

I wasn't about to let that happen right under my nose. I'd catch her in the midst of her dirty act, and there wasn't anything she could say to get herself out of it. Then I'd out her to the entire order, and she'd be shunned as the whore should. I stopped at my door, and bit back a laugh. Did I honestly just think that? I've become harsh in my jealous ways. I honed in on the steps, as they approached three doors down. They were quite slow, taking their time obviously – enjoying the walk to their lovers' bedroom, or in this case, her lovers' bedroom. Though, I refused to consider Allen her lover. It was too disgusting to even consider, even though I'd seen them kiss only hours before.

The steps we're just to my door now, and I quickly took initiative and reeled the door open, only to hit the person head on. They went flying in the other direction and landed on the floor with a soft thump. A small groan drifted to my ears, and I immediately felt guilt cover me from head to toe. I shuffled over to the body, and tried helping them up, it was too dark to tell who it was, though they were quite warm. I was reminiscent of earlier, and it wasn't good. I struggled dragging the limp body in to my room, and by limp I do not mean dead. At the very least I felt like a murderer taking his victim in to the secret lair, though there were many other stereotypes I could fit in to in this very moment. Rapist, creep, serial killer, noah. Take your pick.

Once in the privacy of my own room, I'd managed to slump the body against the wall, sitting upright on my bed. Petal white hair and soft, supple skin faced me. Shit, I'd just knocked Allen unconscious – unintentionally of course. I leaned forward, moving the hair out of his face, so that I could take a look at the injury that he had sustained in the battle between the door. It was a small red bump, just above his left eye. Earlier I felt guilty, now I was overwhelmed with guilt. What was I going to do if he never woke up? Shit, shit, shit, shit. I silently cursed to myself, while tugging at my hair, hoping some miracle solution would come to mind. Nothing did, so I resulted to shaking him softly by the shoulders. His thin frame followed my motions perfectly, backwards, and then forwards until his eyes began to move.

"Lavi…?"

"Allen!"

I yelped, and gathered the bemused by in my arms, and taking in his scent unbeknownst to him.

"What happened?"

He questioned quizzically, softly poking at his injury on his forehead. I pulled away his hand, and shook my head.

"I'm sorry Allen; you were walking by when I opened my door. What were you doing out so late?"

His blush was noticeable in the dim light, and I had to suppress a small laugh, he was positively striking when embarrassed.

"I was coming to talk to you. I'm sorry for what happened earlier. But, I really think you're right. Learning that way is probably the most efficient and I'd like to continue – if you're still up for teaching me."

I had to shut my trap for a moment. He wanted me to do things to him? Well, that wasn't exactly how he had put it, but it was basically saying the same thing. He was giving me permission, permission to caress him. Shit, who was I to say no to him?

"Sure Allen, I'm always here to help. Where do you want to start?"

He perked up slightly, no longer feeling guilty. He scooted away from the wall, and adjusted himself so that his back was to my headboard, and his front faced me, complete with a nervous smile. A nervous smile that brought me closer, until I hovered above him, letting my warm breath cascade down the nape of his neck. My hands were stationed on either side of his hips, pressing my weight in to the mattress. I had to laugh at the irony of the situation - I'd thought that It had been Lenalee outside, creeping to Allen's room to make love, when it was actually Allen who was sneaking to my room to do these things.

"I just want to know how to make someone happy."

His voice was hoarse, but I didn't miss the change. Instead of using 'her,' or 'Lenalee,' he'd changed it to someone. My brows furrowed, and halted my lips, which were just mere centimeters from the exposed skin of his neck. I trailed my lips upwards to his ear.

"You need to decide upon your target, male, or female. The variations of ways to pleasure change."

I slipped the edge of his ear between my lips, and waited for a reaction. I heard the hiss of air intake that sounded too much like a leaky tire. I smirked, and continued. My teeth trailed the edge, biting softly, before lapping the skin with my tongue once over.

"Though, I suppose you don't need to answer now. I can just show you moves that aren't particular to any…sex."

I blew the last word in to his ear, before sliding slowly back down to his over exposed neck. This neck had it coming for months now, ever since the mission where we'd encountered Krory. Sick vampire fantasies had welcomingly invited themselves in to my bed for weeks after that. The worst part about having them was that I was terrified by vampires; I shouldn't have been as turned on as I was.

My tongue darted out to tickle at the skin covering his Adam's apple which bobbed erratically as I lapped over it twice, and then once more. His skin was sweet, and damp with perspiration. I seized his wrists, and brought them above his head, and held them in place with my right hand. His eyes cracked open nervously, to send a worried gaze in my direction. I laughed away his worries, and went back to the ministration I'd previously been adorning his neck with.

"Don't worry Allen; dominance is part of the act."

I reassured him one final time, before latching my lips on to his neck, and sucking softly, but with an ounce of force behind it. He hissed softly, and I switched to lapping the red skin, in an attempt to apologize. His breathing was back to the normal short bursts, so I went back to sucking the same place. I would pause to lick and nip every few seconds, until Allen resisted.

"Wait, Lavi, isn't that going to…" He stopped to let out a strangled gasp. "Leave a mark?"

I sat up, and cursed to myself for the second time that night, the kid was right.

"Um, you're right. It probably will. I'm sorry… just; make sure to keep it hidden, yeah?"

He glared at me, and I laughed nervously, running my fingertips softly over the love mark. He sighed in defeat, and in a way it was his own personal way of allowing me to continue.

"Alright, so once you've attended to the neck area, and left marks and such – if you want too, they're not necessary of course. You move to their chest."

I gathered in a big gulp of air, before releasing his hands so that it'd be possible to use both hands to unbutton his shirt. My fingers clutched the fabric that was keeping his skin hidden from me, and they began to shake. Everything began to slip in to that surreal state, and I almost didn't believe what I was doing at this point.

"Um, Lavi?"

Allen's questioning tone brought me out of my state, I quickly peeled open his shirt, and dipped my head down to his chest. I gave it a soft kiss on the right, where his heart was, and rested there for a moment. Being so close to his heart, flesh to flesh – I felt my mood suddenly soar. I was euphoric, over the moon, beyond pleased. I carried on with my endeavor, but strayed from his nipples. I was afraid that it'd scare him away if I were to go right to them, so I refrained, but rather attended to them with my fingers. Gently, I pinched and rolled the dustily pigmented nipples between my fingers. My head carried on down, to his navel. I gazed up to find him all eyes, clearly watching me. I dropped my eyelids slightly, and smirked up at him, before dipping my tongue down in to his navel.

His eyes faltered, before fluttering shut. His mouth almost simultaneously let out a soft moan. Allen's hips began to jolt on their own accord, thrusting upwards, in a chance of meeting something that they could rock against. It was all too overwhelming for my senses. He was clearly turned on, and wasn't asking me to stop.

I drug my tongue to the right, and downwards until it met his trousers. I growled in slight annoyance. If it weren't for these damned clothes, I'd be able to go much further than this. My fingers fumbled, reaching for the buttons of them, before Allen's hands batted me away. It was all too sudden. I sat up, overcome, and confused.

"I…I think that's enough for tonight, right?"

His smile refused to hide the nervous that lay underneath his voice, and cheeky grin. I smiled to myself, and tangled my hand in to his ivory hair. I let my fingers graze his scalp gently, as I leaned in, but suddenly stopped myself. What was I doing? This was a lesson, and I'd neglected to remind myself of such. With the reminder, the dull ache in my chest reappeared.

"Right. You should get some sleep Allen."

He stood from my bed, and adjusted his clothing. I watched as nimble fingers buttoned his shirt, and adjusted his hair so that it was no longer in disarray. I laughed at him, and his hands found his hips, as he glared at me with a childish intent behind it.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just wondering what people might say if they saw you leaving my room this late in such frenzy, so…"

I paused before him, glancing down at his lower half.

"Turned on."

Not a second had passed since I'd finished my sentence, but Allen was already denying my accusations, words flying out of his mouth at a million miles an hour.

"I'm not turned on! This was just a lesson; I don't know what you're talking about."

I chuckled to myself as I stepped him back in to a wall. His grey eyes were still glinting with determination. He wanted to win the dispute he'd started, but I knew he wasn't going to. I tenderly pressed my palm against his erection, and his entire body went ridged.

"…Lavi…"

My name came out as a pant, and the blood in my veins was sent afire with passion, and need for the boy. I ground my palm roughly against him this time, and his breathing hitched, as a loud moan left his parted lips. Allen was almost hyperventilating, and it sort of scared me. I hooked my fingers in the belt loops, and pulled him flush against me.

"Perhaps you should reconsider your previous statement."

I removed my lips from his ear, and softly ground my hips against his. My erection was receiving friction from his own hardness, and my knees almost gave way too my pleasure. I wasn't used to this stuff, I'd never felt this good, not even with a woman.

"Lavi, this doesn't feel like a lesson anymore…"

As hard as I was, and as lust driven as I was, those words stopped me in my tracks. A lesson - I'd gotten carried away again. I damned my emotions to hell, and released my grip on Allen. I heard his footsteps as he exited my room. He might have said something, but I'm not sure.

So NEXT CHAPTER will be in Allen's pov.

I just had to get this scene out of the way.

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