Just thought I'd LAVI- UP your night.

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Chapter 8~

8.

I wasn't doing much of anything to begin with today, so when someone decided to uproariously knock on my door like it was a life or death matter, of course I'd leapt at the chance to open the door. Only, this time, I'd wished I didn't. A fist with pure rage backing it up floored towards my face, and I had managed to miss it by just an inch. Allen dove in to my apartment, and fell face first on to the floor. I had to wince; because it looked like it hurt a hell of a lot worse than getting punched in the face would have, though it didn't stop him in the least. He forced himself up, and in an instant was at it again, charging at me with his fist wielded towards me. I was still at a loss as to what I had done to Allen that deserved this sort of treatment. Dodging him around my room began to get annoying, so as we made our round across the room, I quickly pinned him to the bed.

He wasn't happy about that. He spat out insult upon insult, and to be honest it kind of hurt. This wasn't the Allen I knew, what was going on? The boy underneath me was nothing like Allen, he was angry, and out for revenge. What could I have possibly done to upset him to such a great length? I stared down blankly at the raging ivory haired bull below me.

"Allen, breath, what's wrong?"

In his bout of anger, he was quite strong apparently. He was able to break past my suppression, and shove me backwards, so that I in turn fell on to the bed, but knocked my head against the brick wall. I couldn't see straight at first, which I found pathetic. I should have been used to that sort of treatment by now, since fighting Akuma was a normal thing nowadays. I took a deep breath, and reopened my eyes, locking them with his.

"Answer me Allen, you owe me an answer. Last I checked, you were the one who knocked me down."

"What does any of that matter? Everyone saw."

I sat back, and gave him a once over. He shifted uncomfortably under my gaze which I desperately tried to keep under control. I honestly hadn't the slightest clue as to what he could have been speaking of.

"What are you talking about?"

"Lavi, everyone saw, even Lenalee."

He turned his neck, and my eyes landed straight on the hickey I'd left on him the night before. This couldn't be what he was talking about, could it? Why he was so angry, why he hit me, and nearly made me black out… it just couldn't.

"Allen, you're telling me that the reason you stormed in here and nearly killed me was because of a stupid mark I left on you when I was doing you a favor?"

Shit. That last part had come out much harsher than I had previously intended it to. It was too late though, the blow had already struck Allen, and at first it was hard to tell what he thought. Silence descended upon my room, and it left me strangely apprehensive.

"Allen I didn't mean it like that. Honestly I –"

The look he gave me stopped me in my tracks. His grey eyes rose to meet mine, but they were empty. He wasn't angry anymore, but I swore that it was much different than normal. They lacked their shine that was normally tucked around the edges of his iris, and dusted throughout. If I could have taken back what I had said, I would.

"I get it Lavi. I won't be asking for any more help from you, or anyone else."

His words hit me harder than the brick wall did. I quickly crawled off my bed, and snatched at his wrists before he could leave. He reeled around and planted a harsh smack on my cheek. Normally, no one was worth this amount of trouble in my book, but Allen was. So I refused to give up the hold that I possessed on his fragile wrist, no matter how hard he intended to hit me.

"Hit me if it will make you feel better."

I mumbled softly, thinking he wouldn't hear it.

"Perhaps I will."

He responded blankly, stepping closer to me. I almost regretted telling him to hit me, but I was going to stick to my word if he intended to do so. Though, as he stepped closer the intimidation that was once there seemed to falter, before completely melting away. Timidly I let go of his hand, but remained still, where I was. His hand came up, and hesitantly touched where he had previously hit. I winced slightly, because it still stung, but his gentle fingers were consistent.

"Allen…?"
I asked quietly, and he blinked a few times, before dropping his hand. Confusion hit me hard, not quite as hard as everything that had happened today, but still quite hard. He moved to step back, and I noticed guilt in the horizon of his eyes.

"Allen don't be sorry."

I ordered, gripping his chin, and turning his attention back to me once again. His eyes didn't leave mine, but his cheeks seemed to grow a tinge of pink. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him again. It was both the worst and the best moment to make a move. Our closeness and position was absolutely ideal. Though what had just happened made the whole situation risky in itself. Would he go for it? What was I even saying? Allen was only doing those things with me because of Lenalee.

"Lavi…I shouldn't have treated you like that."

I shook my head, and leaned down slightly, but stopped myself from going in for a kiss. I couldn't – I liked him too much to risk it. I could lose it all, this closeness and even him. I bypassed his lips for the second time since I had started teaching him and went for his ear.

"It doesn't matter anymore Allen. Are you alright?"

I asked quietly, feeling quite stupid, standing in the center of my room, so close to him.

"I'm fine, but you. Your head, does it hurt?"

He asked; suddenly back to his normal self. Allen reached forward, and pulled my head down by my neck, searching for a crack of some sort. He obviously didn't find one, but it felt damn good having his fingers lace and entwine in my scorching locks.

"I'm okay I promise. But…"

I decided it'd be worth it to test the waters.

"Being this close, I can't help but feel like you want another…lesson."

I smirked; teasing him was so much fun. It was nearly as fun as actually doing things to him. His cheeks flushed, and his hands left my hair.

"Aww Allen, relax. I was just joking. The hair thing felt good."

I pouted, stepping him back until he sat on the bed. I quickly climbed up as well, and rested my head on his lap, happily looking up at him like a young child. He held back a small laugh, but gave in to my wishes. His fingers once again tangled themselves in my hair, and continued to mess it around. My eyesight had begun to blur, and I knew I was getting tired. Allen had that calming affect that mothers did…not that I was comparing him to a mother of course.

My eyes were shut, but it was as if I could still see Allen's face, staring straight ahead, almost awkwardly. I knew he was trying not to look at me, but it was all a bit ridiculous. His pink cheeks, and pale complected hair should have clashed, but they went together so perfectly. A small burst of air hit my cheeks, and it almost startled me enough to get my eyes to open. Though, I refused, because I knew if I opened my eyes, Allen would stop his actions.

So, I held perfectly still, farcing sleep. I prayed that he wouldn't stop, and that he wouldn't notice. I could almost feel his lips, and taste the inside of his mouth. I wanted him so bad that it almost hurt me to be around him, especially when I was in such close quarters. His breath continued to ghost across my cheeks, and it began to leave me anxious. Was he going to kiss me or wasn't he? I pretended to groan in my sleep, and shift slightly, so that I could press my face in to his stomach. He was warm, and a second later, I felt his fingers in my hair again, and something soft against my cheek.

My head shot up almost immediately, and Allen's upper body flew back, and his gaze was averted to the wall.

"Did you just kiss me?"

Allen's words were caught in his throat, and he couldn't speak, so he mumbled things I couldn't understand. His face went from pink to scarlet – like my hair. It was the most adorable thing I had yet to witness from him. I crawled up on to my knees, refusing to let up on this. I scooted closer to him, and pecked his cheek tenderly, I could feel the heat press to my lips and it left me with an urgency to press more kisses to his soft skin.

"Just like that. You did, didn't you?"

"Shut up! I don't know what you're talking about!"

I leaned in close again, and latched my arms around his neck, playfully.

"Allen, don't tell me that you secretly fancy me~"

I cooed in to his ear, huskily breathing softly to add a sensual emphasis to my words. He shivered, but tried to hide it by wiggling around. It didn't work of course, so I decided that pinning him to my mattress would help the situation a lot. His wrists twisted around in my grip, but I refused to let them go, and instead climbed on top of him. I planted myself right where the action would hopefully show, and leaned forward again.

"Of course I don't! Lavi…please, let me go."

His words ended in a whimper, and it left goose bumps on my flesh.

"You don't seem very sure…of that answer."

I mumbled, tracing my lips down the side of his cheek, until I reached his lips. I stopped a mere centimeter from them, and glanced up at Allen. He was flushed from ear to ear, and looked almost…expectant? Did he want a kiss?

"Tell me what you want."

I murmured, softly letting my lips drag along his. A small moan left his parted lip, as he tilted his head upwards, trying to connect them further. I leaned back, refusing to give the white haired exorcist what he wanted. Instead I rolled my hips, letting my rear grind against his lower half. If everything went as planned, he'd be feeling a lot more very soon.

"Ah, not until you tell me what you want."

As much as it pained me, I had to have some sort of restraint. I had to know that he wanted this as much as I did, or at least a fraction.

"Lavi, quit joking around."

He didn't seem very happy, and I didn't really care for a repeat of earlier. Though, it was still worth a push or two.

"No, Allen. Tell me you want it."

He was still struggling to come to terms with the pleasure my hips had inflicted on him moments ago, and small pants left his lips every now and again which nearly drove me mad. My finger reached up to trace the curse mark on the left side of his face. I'd somehow thought it would be searing, or differently textured than the rest of his skin, but it wasn't. Though, it did elect another moan from the boy.

"LAVI."

He breathed out, bucking his hips up a fraction of an inch, though I felt it. I'd abandoned all thoughts of making him beg for me, because all this time I had been begging for him, and now I had him to myself – lying on my bed, disheveled. What was I going to do?

AH HAH.
CLIFFY 8)