Author's Note: Heeee~ Chapter two is HERE!!! And on Christmas day, no less! Are you guys happy? I hope you're happy--we're happy~ Mmm....so. We decided a while ago, that we would update "Bad Romance" every second Friday. Which--we realized, happens to make the second chapter here, into a sort of Christmas present for you all. Neat, huh? -totally wasn't intentional-
But yes--this means you can expect chapter three at some point on January 8th. -nod-
Also, this chapter is...quite...a bit longer, than the first. Not sure yet if this will be a regular occurrence (they could be longer OR shorter...), but we'll see, ne?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don't own D. Gray-man. Though it'd be wonderful we did~
Nor do we own Lady GaGa, or the song "Bad Romance" (or "Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" by TISM--which appears as Lavi's ringtone. xD ).
Warnings for This Chapter: Foul language, drunken!pervert!Cross on the phone, mentions of prostitution and non-con/dub-con, Lenalee SLAPPING someone (-le gasp?-), hard-ons, handjobs and a blowjob, awkward touching, and ICE CUBES. I'm...pretty sure that's all? o.0
Enjoy~
Chapter Two
"Brickwall"
"Ne, Allen..." Lenalee began, as they gathered their stuff, and left the cafe - not without shooting a glare at the waitress. "I don't really feel like going back to school. Do you? Wanna go someplace, and, I dunno...just hang out a bit more? After all...there's still more to talk about, and....somewhere private would probably be best... But...I don't know where. I don't exactly go around town much, so...do you have any ideas?"
Allen thought over the proposition. He wasn't going to lie, and say, 'Yeah, we have half a class period left!' But...he didn't really want to go back now, not when so much stuff was just starting to air out. For all he knew, no one would notice till lunch time--then maybe the BaKanda would come searching for them. If he was in a good mood.
"Well, I know a few places..." he hummed, as they stepped out into the slightly nippy air, but he knew it'd warm up by lunch time, so it didn't really matter. So he turned back to Lenalee and smiled.
"We can always go to the outlet mall--there's a small walkway behind there and it's generally pretty quiet. Or we can go to this really old memorial site. Though that might be kinda bad--I know no one has the chance of going by there."
He also knew of quite a few other places, but they were a little too on the dangerous side for somewhere he'd want to take a lady...
And it wasn't like he wanted to know about those places in the first place. Stupid people who drank too much--stupid--he snapped out of his thoughts when Lenalee placed a curious hand on his shoulder, and gave him her answer.
"How about the memorial site? Yeah, it's kinda sad, but...well, they're good places to talk. And no one would bother us, even if there were other people there. Everyone would...have their own agenda..." She trailed off, and shook the thought away. Her mind was - once again - being drawn to her parents. Parents whose faces she could barely remember anymore, whose voices had long-since been forgotten. "It would be...peaceful. Right?"
Allen's lips twitched slightly as he saw Lenalee's eyes glaze over, at a memory he could only guess at--"Yeah...they are. It's why I usually go. I mean, yes people go there to remember the dead," -or deface the property- "but it's the most relaxing place I know of."
'When home is so hectic'--when had he started that habit again? Well, he wasn't quite sure, but it didn't quite matter, as he led the way down the small sidewalk, and towards the main road, and the crosswalk.
****A Few Minutes Later, After Walking, Dodging Cars, and Other Things****
"Mmm," Lenalee hummed quietly, nodding her head once. They entered the graveyard through large, wrought iron gates, and quietly made their way to a small bench in the centre, overshadowed by trees and shrubbery.
Allen watched Lenalee's eyes glance over the cracked and worn monument--it was a simple structure, really, with names scrawled on it from a time long ago. Mana had once told him from what war it was, and even who was who, and if their relatives still lived in the area. But that didn't matter now. They weren't here for a history lesson, so when Lenalee made her way to the small bench --on of the many littered around the area--under one of the larger trees, he all but followed her.
The Chinese girl sat, and looked up expectantly at her friend, waiting for him to join her. "So..." she said softly, when he did.
When she looked at him expectantly, he sat down next to her and attempted a tired smile, leaning back and looking up through the tree branches.
"You were...saying?" Because for some reason he felt like she was telling him 'Don't look at me, it makes it easier,' but then...what would he know? Not much, obviously. It's why they were here, wasn't it?
Lenalee sighed heavily, and took a deep breath.
"Well...you know how...I said I felt like I was letting Komui-niichan down...right?" She looked up quickly at her friend, saw his hesitant nod, and then continued. "He - though he won't admit it - wants to be an uncle someday. I...don't think I can ever give him that... Can you make a guess why, Allen-kun? It...would be much easier, I think, to just answer yes or no...rather than...say it myself..."
Allen blinked at Lenalee, who fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. Was she nervous? No, of course she was, but--the body language was all wrong. It--well--yes he knew how children were born, he had been given a (very painful) lesson on it once puberty hit, but something in the way she held herself...
"You aren't sick are you?" It was a safe question, and immediately she shook her head. Well, that was a relief. But then, he was sure Komui would have been the first to know if she couldn't have children...and sometimes no one knew that until they tried...and...sometimes with disastrous consequences.
He shook away the stab that memory brought on, and thought again. "Well...you won't...have kids...um--like you won't but…" He trailed off, eyeing her again--were her cheeks turning red? "You can always adopt..." Like that had anything to do with it. And judging from the contemplative--but annoyed--expression on Lenalee's face, she either hadn't thought of it, or it was...wasn't exactly on the mark but he was getting warmer.
Or at least...that's how it would have been, before she 'changed'.
"Well...yes, I could adopt, but...the Lee bloodline will die with us. Komui can't...or more like, he won't have kids... He's long-since given himself over to life of being asexual, and won't even try to get a girlfriend. If someone else asks him out, he just flat-out says no, no matter how much he likes her."
"And me...well, that's why I'm afraid to tell Komui. I know he'd be okay with it, but...just the fact that our bloodline will die out... Allen, I couldn't even try to have my own kids. I'd...I'd never be able to do it. And it's not because I'm afraid of the pain, because we both know I'd be able to handle it. Please, Allen...take one more guess...?"
To say he was a bit startled by the desperate tone in her voice be a lie. A blatant one. "Komui's asexual?"
She scowled at him, and he cringed. "I mean. Right. Seems like it, but you..." Well, that was a completely different story. Didn't want to have kids--couldn't...which meant, well, he needed the sperm in order to fertilize the egg and (he could swear his face was burning up at that), and--if she didn't have that...wouldn't have that, wouldn't want that then...
Then.
'Oh.'
The brick wall that had been so unnecessarily thick at that particular area, suddenly, and very thoroughly cracked into tiny itty bitty pieces. "Oh--you're like Anita?" He caught himself then, at her confused look. "Um, I mean, you--you like girls?"
The blush on Lenalee's cheeks flared up, and she nodded. "...Yes."
She was grateful, really, that Allen had made the guess himself. She knew he would - it had just been a matter of how long it would take. And...was that...acceptance, in his voice? She was almost afraid to hope - half convinced it had been merely a play on her imagination. Wishful thinking, if you would.
So...Lenalee liked women? He stared at her, cocking his head slightly to the side, and leaning in closer when she barely squeaked out a 'yes'--cheeks flushing brightly.
And he had to wonder if it was that big of a deal. True, she had never dated before, but he had always thought it was Komui's fault, not her own. And--
"What's so bad about that?"
Er, well, maybe he shouldn't have sounded so naive, but he attempted a smile in any case--to ease the tension. "I--mean. D'uh..." Well, actually, that probably didn't help one bit. After all--Anita was, well, she liked both (he grudgingly remembered). It was in her line of work, not to just choose one or the other.
But...he swallowed again. "I mean, you're still Lenalee...and..." He was failing, he knew he was failing, and probably blushing again. He hated being so...pale…
Lenalee looked up at him, her expression much softer, almost...timid, and her eyes lit with hope. "It's really...you mean, you really don't mind?"
At Allen's confirmation, she smiled brightly, and hugged the boy. This was...she really, really wished, now that she had opened up sooner. It would have made everything so much easier, so much fairer.
Then, something else registered to the girl, and curiosity over-took her. "Who's Anita?"
Allen immediately tensed, even though he could see a small frown etch its way across the girls' mouth.
'Greaat.' How could he say he knew a prostitute, without it sounding inexplicitly wrong?
Well--"She's a business associate. And a friend of a friend of Mana's. She used to visit a lot, um..." He shifted a bit in the hug, but Lenalee still didn't let go, and suddenly--with the flash in her eyes that reminded him way too much of her brother--he knew he wasn't going to get away with just that. Damnit.
"Ahh...but...how did you meet her? And how is it she's able to be so open about her sexuality, then? I'll admit - I'm a bit jealous... You and Lavi are the only ones who know, and Hell - I only told Lavi because I called him on being gay - I could tell. Then he was all embarrassed, so..." She trailed off, realizing she'd started to ramble - and repeated her question. "How'd you guys meet her? Is she ho-I mean...is she pretty?"
"Err..." Allen swallowed, thickly. "Um...well...I-I met her a while ago. I was like, I dunno, maybe eleven? Mana's friend," he refused to call that man by name, unless he necessarily had to, "introduced her. And, um, she kinda has to be for her jo--I mean yeah, of course she is." But of course she'd catch the slip. Maybe it was intentional now, maybe it was, "--were you going to say 'hot'?"
Lenalee blushed, but nodded. "Yeah...yeah, I guess I was. I'm so used to being open with Lavi about all this stuff, so I don't bother to try and catch my slips, but...I'm just not used to having you know, yet...I guess..."
"And you were going to say 'job'," she accused, grinning. "What is she, a model? Or...judging by how you're trying to hide it, I'd say it's something..." Her eyes widened with realization. "A prostitute?"
Allen shifted again, awkwardly. "Well, if I said that, then--I was just eleven when I met her, y'know? And it sounds bad." He paused and sighed, grumbling. "Not that that guy cared. At all."
He could feel Lenalee's eyes on him and tried to smile, except it turned out bitter--more-so than she was probably used to. "Well, yeah, I guess...you could call her that. But she does other stuff too, y'know, so I don't really...like saying that's...it."
"Ahh," Lenalee nodded in understanding. "So...'that guy' is...who, now?"
She was mighty curious now, and was - by Hell - not going to let it go easily. She could tell from how Allen had said it, 'that guy' was not someone the boy particularly liked--for whatever reason. And she was going to find out why.
And of course she noticed. Of course. He grimaced and sighed, "I...sorry Lenalee, but...I don't think he's the kind of guy you'll ever want to meet, so I wouldn't worry about it." He glanced off to the side, but could still feel her burning curious--and now worried--gaze boring into the side of his face.
Suddenly, he felt her hand reach up and touch his face, turning his head and holding it in a surprisingly firm grip.
"Allen." She'd said his name firmly - leaving no room for argument. "I've just spilled all - well, almost all -of my secrets to you. When I didn't really want to, even--though now I'm glad I did, but...now you're going to tell me. Everything. Okay? It's only fair. Plus, I'm your best friend and I worry about you..."
Was it bad that he wanted to laugh at that? Or at least chuckle, but he knew he'd feel too guilty so he squashed the emotion--back, somewhere in his throat and swallowed it.
"I know," he said, because he did. She was worried, and it was genuine, and maybe that made him a bit happy. "I--"
Well...it wasn't like he couldn't, just...he exhaled. "What's to say? He's a bastard who loves screwing around with people. Do I need to give a guy like that a name?"
He couldn't say he was surprised to see the shock on her face, but it did make him wonder what kind of face he was making.
"Allen...but, there's a reason why you don't like him...a personal one. What...Allen, what did he do to you? It must have been something bad, if... You're usually so forgiving, and easy-going, yet..." She trailed off, knowing the other would understand. And in the slim chance he didn't - she would make him
Okay--now that--that--no. He wasn't going to laugh. He wasn't.
"I've known him since I was like, seven. And for the past five years he practically moved in with us, Lena. Lots of crap can happen in five years."
Now. Now she looked scared. And he felt a cold hand settle in his chest, and wanted nothing more than to just apologize, and smile--because he didn't want her to know. It didn't feel right. Not that she wasn't a great friend, and because she shouldn't know--she should--it was just...
"Allen..." her voice this time was soft. Desperate--pleading even. "Please. I'll never tell a soul, if that's what you're worried about--you know I won't. And...whatever it is, I can take it. Just...please. Please tell me, Allen... I'm even more worried now..."
She tightened her grip in Allen's shirt, and leant her forehead against his chest.
"That's why I don't mix home life with school life."
She tightened her grip on his shirt and pressed closer, but at the same time he could feel her freeze up and--and--then she pulled away, face set. But against the cold, and against what he was sure would be pleading words--convincing him.
"It's not because you don't need to know," he cut her off, smiling in a way he hoped was genuine. "I just...don't. Okay?"
She opened her mouth again, and he sighed. "If I told you Mana has been dying for five years, would you believe me?"
Lenalee opened her mouth to speak - only to realize...no sound was coming out. She didn't know what to say. And then suddenly - she was crying.
Soundless tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, trying to blink them back. "Oh Allen... I knew he was sick, but... Oh, why didn't you say anything? You never should have had to deal with this by yourself..." She grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug.
And he let her. What else could he do? He could hear her tears and sniffles, right next to his ear, and he had to admit...well, it was cold comfort. He had already cried his tears. Five years ago--when they found out.
"Thank you," he murmured, pulling her close, before pushing her gently away. "I--mean it. And again, I didn't tell you because you didn't need to know. It's just," he paused, looking for the right wording, "separate. That's--that's all."
And he vainly hoped that was enough, even when Lenalee opened her mouth to protest-
And even when, loud, clear, and annoying--his cell-phone started going off.
"Great." 'That's probably him.'
Lenalee looked at him oddly. She still hadn't gotten an answer...but that would change soon. She was - by no means - going to give up. But for now...
"Are you...going to answer that..?"
His lips twitched up in a wiry grin. "Going to have to."
And then he shifted on the bench, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. "They were supposed to run some tests again today. Ma--Cr--that guy...was really against it, though, and I actually can't blame him for it. But Mana gave the okay so." He flipped open the phone--noticing Lenalee's eyes widen a bit as he did.
'Oh right, she doesn't know I got a new phone...' Or how, anyway. Or why the old one had broken. It had just been this past weekend, after all.
/Oi, brat./ Allen cringed and jerked the phone away from his ear at the loud bellowing sound of the older man. /Where are you?/
"Not at school, or else I wouldn't be picking up?" he shot back, earning another strange look from Lenalee. But then, if she was going to know then he'd rather her figure out by accident--by any other means than him having to force the words out of his throat. Maybe it'd make it a little more real. Maybe it'd make her understand a bit more.
Or maybe not. What did he know?
Lenalee's eyes had widened quite a bit. Not only had Allen gotten a new phone - and not told her - but...she had never heard him speak to someone with this much....utter disdain, before. Not even Kanda-kun. She stayed quiet, but put a supportive - hopefully comforting - hand on her best friend's shoulder.
She would wait, and see how this played out...
/Smart mouth y'got there, brat,/ the man bellowed again, and again Allen cringed.
"Who do you think I learned that from?"
/How should I know? Where are you?/
He hesitated a moment, casting a glance at Lenalee, who looked at him worriedly,
/Well?/
"At the memorial."
/That?/ And for some reason the man's tone turned somber. /You going to skip class?/
He thought that over, casting another look in Lenalee's direction. "It's only second period."
Then the man laughed. /Of course. Well. Whatever. Mana insisted I call you, though./ There was the distant sound of clinking glasses, and suddenly there was a very loud gulping noise.
"They let you drink at the hospital."
/Clinic, m'boy, there's a difference!/
"Clinic...then..." Allen spat. "Don't tell me you-"
/Ah yes, Anita dear's here too. If you're going to skip the rest of the day, might as well make a damn excuse for it, y'know?/
That was almost laughable, and maybe he scared Lenalee--just a little bit. "Excuse? Maybe, spend the rest of the day with you? Didn't I already do that?"
Lenalee couldn't keep silent anymore. "Allen-kun...what's going on? Is he...giving you trouble?"
Her voice sounded too loud - even to her own ears - in the silence around them. Not even the wind could be heard blowing, nor the birds chirping. It was all too eerie...and all too coincidental, in her opinion.
Unfortunately that guy heard her. Allen cringed. 'Great'.
/Eh? Who's that?/ the drunken man asked, a little too loudly, over the phone--again making Allen hold the offending piece of technology away from his ear. /You're skipping school--with a chick? Heh, and here I thought you said you were celibate!/
Allen huffed, and Lenalee looked a little...well, confused. She could probably only hear bits and pieces. "You really think I'd go back on my word after what you did?"
And the man laughed, and Lenalee looked worried, but he didn't quite care as much as he probably should.
/Well it was a learning experience, boy! You needed it sometime!/
"From anyone but you, yeah." Or, well. He'd like to think, but his heart had suddenly constricted because--they really shouldn't be talking about this. Really.
"Allen..." Lenalee repeated again, her voice growing even more concerned. "What's...oh..."
Suddenly--it made sense. The few words she could make out from the other end of the phone - and said in such a raunchy voice - as well as Allen's responses. His unwillingness to tell her what had happened. The scowl on his face as he talked to this mysterious man - as well as the small blush that Allen himself probably wasn't even aware of.
Lenalee was a smart girl - smarter than she'd ever let on. And suddenly, it all made sense.
"Allen." Her voice was stronger now. "Give me the phone."
Before Allen could completely register it, Lenalee was prying the phone out of his hand - fiddling with it for a moment--it was new, of course she didn't get how it worked--before, well--he panicked.
He panicked--"What are you--?" And he wasn't sure what his voice sounded like, but it made her conviction that much firmer, her expression that much more serious--and then she opened her mouth, and spoke into the receiver.
"What did you do to Allen," she demanded, and it wasn't even a question. She spoke like someone who knew something--which she did--but she wanted it out of the proverbial horse's mouth. "You have five seconds to start talking, you bastard, or I'm calling the fucking police."
She noticed the shocked expression on Allen's face - how could she not have, with the surprised gasp that left his mouth at her words. She knew, this was unlike her - the swearing, the anger - even the 'new' her. But she was too angry to care. Too--too angry.
But Allen wouldn't let her go that far. He--he didn't--"Lena--" and he could hear laughter on the other end of the phone, and closer, now, as he snatched the phone back and--accidentally hitting the speakerphone button.
/I'll let ya deal with your chick there, an' leave you to it. Oh, an' I'll be picking you up after school--assumin' you'll be there. If not you know who ta call—ciao./ And just like that, the other line went dead, and he felt Lenalee's cold, harsh gaze on him, like needle points, like a dam ready to burst--even though that was a really bad metaphor.
And all he could do was stand there, and not even look her in the eye
Waiting, fidgeting, for her response--her question--her something.
Why was she shaking?
Lenalee was shaking...and she was shaking hard. Her face set, and--and she really couldn't believe she was about to do this, but she still needed to--and before she could stop herself, she-
Smack!
She let her hand drop down back to her side, staring - eyes wide - at the fresh, red hand-print on her best friend's left cheek. Had she--she just-
She had hit him. And her shaking got stronger, with that realization.
But she knew, it needed to be done. She dropped her gaze to the ground, and spoke softly, "Allen."
"You. Need. To. Tell me. Right now. Every single thing. I am not letting you go back with him - not alone - until you tell me what the Hell is going on!!" The girl looked back up, dark eyes livid, and continued. "And then--still--I might not let you. Not alone. Not without...me."
Allen was dumbfounded. Completely and utterly dumbfounded, as he touched the red hand-print on his cheek. But--for all the times the words wouldn't come--couldn't come--refused to come--he knew he deserved that. And yes it stung. A lot. And as it made his eyes prickle with tears, he couldn't help but let a hollow laugh slip out.
That made her livid eyes widen, just a bit. "You...really want to know."
That wasn't a question either--if it was, then he'd probably get himself slapped again. "Okay. But I can't."
"You can't what." Lenalee snapped, and again - what was with them today? - it was spoken as a mere statement. Growling, she pushed Allen back down onto the bench, and leaned down over him, a fist clenched in the front of his pressed, white shirt. "Allen."
"What?"
She frowned at that, but he couldn't help it. "He...he's just a bastard, okay? I've known him since I was seven, and--" he felt like he was repeating himself, "there's nothing to tell Lenalee."
'Nothing that you need to hear. Not that you don't, just-' "You don't."
But she hadn't heard the unspoken part, and she hadn't--and that made all the fucking difference sometimes, didn't it?
"Damn it... That's bullshit, Allen, and you know it!!! I don't want bullshit, I want answers!!!" Her breath hitched, and she climbed into Allen's lap - legs on either side of his - but there was nothing sexual about it, she was just tired of standing. She was just...tired. Of everything. In general.
"When--when did we start lying to each other, Allen? When did we start keeping these horrible secrets? Five years...for both of us, right? I almost want to laugh...but I can't, I won't, because it's really not that funny. Allen, we--I don't-"
She sighed, shaking her head. "I know, Allen. I put it together, mostly. I'm smarter than I look, and sure as Hell a lot smarter than I let on. And I could hear him. Just... please, tell me! How...how did it happen? How did it start? When did it start? And why..?"
Allen really didn't like the sudden lack of personal space but--well--"Why don't you tell me what you think he did? And I'll answer yes or no."
And he tried to smile then, and it threw her off balance, but he knew--"I'm not keeping secrets because I don't want you to know them. I thought I already said that. S-so..." And damn, he hated the stutter. "I'll answer. Yes...or no."
"He raped you," the Chinese girl stated, without a single ounce of hesitation, and it hurt - both of them - she knew. Then, more softly, "Or else, he...tricked you...somehow... But either way, he did...'that'. And you obviously didn't want it. That's why you're so angry at him."
She was almost - almost - prepared for him to say 'no'. Even if they both knew, it was really a 'yes'. And if he did, she would slap him again. It only made sense.
Well that--"Pretty vague, don't you think?" and she looked horrified. "Maybe." he answered.
"Yes." he tried again. Maybe that surprised her a little.
"...Allen..." She hugged him again, and she wanted to cry--but she didn't. Couldn't. Because she'd expected it, anyways. She'd known. "How long...? How...I mean, when? When did he...?"
And Allen accepted the hug, maybe because he couldn't see her face. He didn't even remind her that those weren't 'yes' or 'no' questions. "I've known him since I was seven. He moved in five years ago. Crap can happen in five years."
"So...so, it was five years ago...then...?" Lenalee confirmed. "Then...how many... You said 'crap can happen in five years', not...'crap happened five years ago' So, obviously...it was more than once."
Allen nodded his head, only slightly.
"Not...all of it was...well," that was the difficult part, "he wasn't talking about that over the phone. It wasn't...that..." He could only hope she knew what 'that' was.
Lenalee nodded. "That doesn't answer my question, but...I get it. I think. What was he talking about on the phone, then? Because--'that' is sure what it sounded like. Or was it...like 'that', but...not quite? Something..." she paused, trying to find a good word, and was disgusted by how the only one she could think of, seemed to...to...to justify it, almost. But not really. "...something less severe?"
Allen let out a chuckle at his friend's vague wording. "Well...there's 'that' kind of 'that'...but I meant..." He pulled away, and placed both hands on either of her shoulders.
"Don't you think it's annoying when your body hates someone, but you aren't sure you do anymore?"
Lenalee looked up through her the few remaining tears collecting in her eyes, and nodded once more. "I...yes, it is. So...are you saying...you don't hate him so much anymore? You don't 'like' him...but you don't 'hate him, either. Just...it's not so...unwanted...as it used to be...?"
"It can't be." Two could play at the wording game, and the cryptic smiles.
"I don't get why but...it just...is. And he still does it too. Does both. Makes me think I should--and I don't, and--the thing he was talking about over the phone actually felt good for once." Even if he had been dragged into the back of one of Anita's more...exquisite rooms...
And, well, "I just...don't get it."
So when Lenalee kept staring at him, he wasn't so sure anymore. They had gotten so horribly off track and--
"But that wasn't a yes or no question. Ask one more."
"...one more 'yes or no' question? Or one more free-for-all?" Lenalee asked cheekily, actually managing a wry grin--even though it really. Wasn't. Funny. At all.
"Yes or no," he answered, not having the heart to give her more than just a simple smile in return
"...would you....regret it? If he stopped? Like...I guess, would you want it back?"
Allen paused for a moment, thinking that over--he honestly hadn't expected that, not that he really should have expected much of anything with Lenalee's current revelation. She wasn't the hopeless romantic anymore.
So he mulled it over, for a few moments, before the answer hit him, and tumbled out, regardless of what his mind was screaming. "Yeah, I would."
Was that bad?
Lenalee nodded, and allowed herself the smallest of smiles. That meant, at least - regardless of whether or not he knew it himself, of if he would ever admit it - deep down, Allen was-
He was happy.
And that, really, was all Lenalee needed to know.
****Tyki & Lavi****
--Approximately Two Hours Earlier--
Lavi squeaked loudly, and quickly muttered into the phone, "Yeah, I gotta go now. I'll call you!"
Click.
"...Tyki..!!!" he snapped, irritated - no matter how damn good the man's hands felt on him. "What the Hell was that all about, huh? I was on the phone..!"
Tyki couldn't keep the grin from his lips at the exasperated look on the redheads face. "Well, you have to agree it was fun, was it not? The thrill of getting...caught?" He ran his fingers along the boy's sides again, licking his lips and watching as the redheads cheeks darkened. Teasing the boy was just so much fun, after all~
Lavi's scowl deepened, and he shook his head. Then stopped. Then--blush deepening severely, he nodded, averting his eyes. "Well...maybe a little...bit fun... But if it hadn't been Lenalee, I would have killed you for that! No one else knows I'm...gay... 'Cept Panda-jiji might have some suspicions, but...he'd kill me for doin' this kinda stuff. So just..."
He leaned forward, lips just barely brushing against Tyki's, "...keep it in private, from now on..?"
Tyki raised an eyebrow at that and grinned, returning the light brush of lips with an equally light brush of his own. "Oh? Then I suppose, yes, this will be our little secret, won't it?"
Except there was that insistent nagging at the back of his mind, telling him it wouldn't be. Not for long, anyway...and he couldn't quite place why. But, well, he supposed he could ignore it now, in favor of his fortunate luck, and pressed his lips a little more firmly against the redhead's.
Lavi mewled softly into the kiss, his hands coming up to clench tightly at Tyki's shirt as he shifted in the man's lap, trying to get more comfortable, but accidently rubbing up against him 'that' way in the process.
He jerked back in a combination of surprise and embarrassment, his cheeks now a shade to match his hair. "I--sorry...!"
Tyki raised yet another elegant eyebrow, and let out a low chuckle. "Don't be," he murmured, before sealing the boy's lips in another soft kiss, which, unfortunately, he had to break a little too soon. "Though I will say...in the library, hm? The public library? Not that I mind, but..."
"I...no....you're right, though," Lavi mumbled quietly, highly flustered now. "We...probably shouldn't be doing this. Not here. Not now."
He made to stand up, but when Tyki didn't relinquish his hold on his hips, Lavi gave a soft sigh, and settled back down, though this time trying to keep their position as less intimate as possible.
Tyki allowed his lips to twitch further into a smirk, as the boy shifted in his lap to try and find a more comfortable position. "Yes, I suppose now would be an...inadequate time. Maybe later, hm? If we don't get called away~" He gave the boy's hips one last squeeze before finally letting them go. "I don't know about you, but you may want to take care of that...problem...of yours, though~"
"Ah-!" Lavi blushed deeply, quickly jumping up from Tyki's lap, and pulled his backpack in front of him--he felt mortified. "Uhm...what...problem, Tyki?"
Gawd, he felt stupid. It was bad enough that the older man turned him on, but - in public? This easily? And it was obvious??? No. Just--no. Lavi was a very sexual creature by nature, yes...but was really, quite easily embarrassed. Especially by matters that were out of his control. Like hard-ons.
Especially when the cause of said hard-on was...giving him that look. And laughing at him. Tyki was laughing. Lavi furrowed his eyebrows, and let out a frustrated huff of air, averting his eyes.
At Lavi's small indignant huff, Tyki attempted to quell his laughter. Honestly, though, the boy (and he really was still a boy in his eyes) was just too...cute...
"Oh, don't worry, Lovey. I'm sure I'm the only one who would notice, but you really ought to take care of it. Unless you want to wear my jacket?" After all, he wasn't even quite sure why he was wearing it in the first place. To look nice, yes, but he wasn't cold (despite the nippy chill that still hung in the air).
"I...well, I..." Lavi's mouth faltered, and his brain was soon to follow. "I...here?? You know...I would, but...well, there's nowhere here to...uhm...'take care of it'..." He coughed.
"I'll prolly just go look at some straight porn," he made a -very- disgusted face at the thought, "and it'll just...go away..."
Before Lavi could move much farther, Tyki sighed and reached out, linking two fingers through one of the boy's belt-hoops, and tugging him closer. "Or, we could make it back to the car and go elsewhere, unless you're feeling bold."
And he quite liked the little yelp that issued forth from Lavi's throat, when he traced the bulge lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Lavi couldn't help but to let out a startled - and quite flustered - yelp, when Tyki pulled him closer and did--and did--did that!
"Ahh--Tyki!!" he hissed, as loudly as he dared. Sure, they were in the back of the - rather large - library, but--it was public. And you never knew who would get curious.
"What...what...in the car? Why?" He was almost afraid to ask. Almost. But he wanted to know what exactly Tyki was implying. "Tyki...?"
"I mean," Tyki sighed a bit, pulling away and leaning back, "we have the rest of the day, and you obviously aren't feeling one hundred percent. You tossed the icepack when we got in here."
At the boy's still confused look, he added, "My house--my apartment...you haven't seen it yet, have you?"
"Uhm..." Lavi stopped, and thought. Did he really want to answer this--even though they both knew what said answer was? He did, anyways. "No...no, I haven't... Uh, I guess...we can go there..."
In all actuality, he was starting to feel a little wary. Not that he didn't trust Tyki--he did, but--he didn't really trust himself, to be able to say no, if--if--Tyki wanted to do...do...'something'.
Tyki smiled, despite the wariness he could see reflecting in the other's lone green eye. "Okay then, why don't we?" And like the gentle men that he was, he stood up with grace, and held his hand out to Lavi.
Hesitantly, the boy grabbed it, and they headed out of the insufferably quiet place, to the parking lot, to his car...and though it took a while--a good fifteen minutes ('I love you, traffic,' he thought, with no small amount of sarcasm), they arrived safely. With the way Lavi was still shifting around, he knew the boy was still hard. It was quite sad, really, and he tried hard not to laugh, as the redhead grimaced and forced himself out of the car
The moment he stood up from the uncomfortable (considering the circumstances) position he'd been forced in while sitting in the car, Lavi let out a slight groan of discomfort.
'Note', he thought, 'never ride in a car, with a raging hard-on. Bad for your health.'
He waited for Tyki to lock his car, and followed him into the building. They made their way through the halls, before finally stopping in front of a door. Lavi watched with anticipation--whether in a good or bad sense, he didn't know--as Tyki pulled out his keys - to the apartment, of course. They entered, and Lavi finally spoke up.
"So, uhm..." he started, not really sure what else to say.
"Make yourself at home."
Tyki smiled down at the boy, who looked both relieved and uncomfortable. He couldn't blame him, honestly.
"I'll get you some ice. Go sit on the couch." He pointed towards the living room (watching the boy's eye widen as he took in the...rather...well, he wasn't sure what Lavi thought his house looked like, truthfully), and made his way into the kitchen, off to the left.
Lavi nodded his head - slowly, so as to not jar the pain still throbbing in his head - and turned, making his way to the living room. The hallway was bright. Bright, and white, and almost bare--save for a single photo hanging on the wall, of whom Lavi supposed was Tyki as a young boy--'Cute~!!'--and another boy, in his teens, who looked to be roughly ten years older. Lavi automatically made the connection--this must be Sheryl.
Smiling softly, the redhead continued on his way, entering the small, yet spacious living room. It was nicely furnished--a single large, burgundy leather couch placed in the center, facing a...62-inch screen TV. There was a cluttered oak desk off in the corner, where Lavi assumed Tyki did his work. It was also, 'conveniently' facing the television set. The walls were plain wood 'logs', reminiscent of a log-cabin, and sparsely decorated with assorted, mismatched artwork. And go figure - the TV had been left on, though thankfully the volume was on mute.
Lavi chuckled softly (he totally could have predicted this), as he sat down on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh
Tyki could only assume Lavi was curious, but he resisted the urge to go peek out at the boy, until he heard a relieved sigh come from the other room, along with the sound of leather rubbing against jeans. Not that he was familiar with the sound, but--oh, and the bag was full of ice now.
The Portuguese man zipped it up and made his way out to the living room, via the convenient door he had added in with the help of his brother. He 'tsked' mentally at himself when he noticed the cluttered desk. He really had to remind himself to clean that off...
But now wasn't the time to worry about cleanliness, as his eyes fell on Lavi, leaning back, but shifting every once in a while. Poor boy was probably still painfully hard.
He chuckled at the thought, and moved up behind him, placing the icepack at the base of the boy's neck, and laughing outright when he jumped and swiveled around to meet his gaze.
"Kyaah-!!" Lavi shrieked, as something unforgivably cold made contact with the much too sensitive skin of his neck. He spun around, only half angry, "Tyki!!!"
When the man's chuckle turned into actual laughter, the Bookman apprentice narrowed his gaze even further, and took a swing, knocking his fist half-heartedly into the older man's stomach.
"Was that really necessary!?" he whined, turning on the pout--which, by the way, he was absolutely pwn at.
Very good at, indeed. Oh yes, Tyki knew that for certain, and he let out a lower chuckle, leaning over the side of the couch to actually hand the boy the icepack. "No, it wasn't. I just wanted to see you squirm." He allowed his hand to fall quickly into the other male's lap.
"Though I suppose this," he squeezed, and felt the boy tense, "is doing that enough, hm?" And just to torture the redhead a little, he moved the hand back up, to stroke at the slightly rough texture (but still softer than his own) of the boy's hands.
Lavi couldn't help but let out a soft moan, though he somehow managed to cut it off mere seconds after it had started. Damnit. At this rate, he was only going to get even harder!
"Tyki..." he began, hesitant. He really didn't know what he was about to say - if anything at all - but he needed to say something. He just--didn't know what. And the almost-pain - though, it felt good, in a way - in his lap was making it very hard for him to think. At all.
Tyki hummed, and watched the boy shift again. "Yes?"
He maneuvered his hand back to Lavi's lap and stroked, gently. Again the boy tensed--on edge, so on edge--and bit his lip.
"You really should take care of this," he murmured, dipping his head lower and whispering the words directly against the sensitive skin of the boy's neck.
Then he squeezed again, just for good measure.
Lavi moaned again, and this time, he didn't even bother to stop it. This--it was--it felt good. "Tyki..." he sighed the man's name again, eyes slipping shut, as he leaned his head further to the side--an automatic reaction to having the Portuguese' lips in such a wonderfully sensitive spot.
But--he couldn't let this get out of hand--but, oh, he didn't even think he cared right now, because when he felt Tyki's hand stroking him that way, he couldn't help but let all other thought rush out of his mind.
Tyki let out another low chuckle, and allowed his tongue to slip through his lips, and taste the Lavi's skin. He squeezed again, quickly, before working at the boy's belt buckle, then zipper--not even caring to maneuver the pants down, and instead diving his hand in to grip around the boy's hardening length.
This time, the redhead bucked up into his grip--and the moan had turned to a loud, keening whine, head dipped back--green eye glazed, name poised on his lips
"Tykiii...!!" he moaned out again, biting down - hard enough to draw blood - on his lip, as he tossed his head to the side. It was almost too much to bear, and certainly more than anything else he'd ever done. Even with Yuu-chan.
He squirmed lightly, adjusting his position (with no small effort, mind) on the couch, before once again bucking himself into Tyki's hand. It felt...waaaay too good. And it wasn't as hard as he thought it'd be--though, he knew he'd be ridiculously flustered once he'd been 'relieved'... He just didn't give a fuck right now, was all.
Tyki let out a low chuckle, watching as the boy shivered and bucked and panted--face red, hair sticking to his forehead--then he got an oh-so-lovely idea. Pulling his hand back, he quickly fumbled with the icepack, ignoring Lavi's whine as he grabbed a piece--large enough that he was sure it wouldn't melt quickly, but small enough to fit into the palm of his hand easily.
"Hush, hush, Lovey," he murmured against the younger's ear, wrapping his hand - with the ice - around the boys cock again.
Lavi let out a startled howl, his voice ringing with both pain - it was cold, damnit!! - and pleasure. After all, the boy was a bit of a masochist...
"Ty-Tyki..!!!" he whined wantonly, bucking his hips desperately against the older man's hand. "P-please..!!"
Tyki was certain the redhead didn't know how hot he looked. Certainly not.
"Please what?" he hummed, feeling his own temperature rise as the boy's hips continued to make short thrusts into the air.
"Please...more..!" Lavi whimpered. "I...think. I dunno? Just...don' stop...Tyki...please..!"
Dear Gods, he was begging like a whore. When did he reduce himself to this? But then--the idea of not being touched was currently the most frightening thing he could possibly think of. Well--maybe second, only to Bookman somehow walking in on them--and it just...felt...so...damn...good.
Tyki let out yet another chuckle. "Oh, don't worry, I don't intend to." With that, he moved the piece of ice (now trickling water down Lavi's length) to his fingertips, then maneuvered it and ran it along the head of the boy's cock, watching it twitch with amusement.
Not only a few moments later, did the boy's back arch sharply back and--with a soundless shout--he came, head thrown back, eyes glazed, dilated, and--goddamn.
He felt his nether-regions (which had woken up some time ago) twitch at the erotic sight. Would the boy allow him to..? Or was that asking too much?
Lavi shivered lightly, one last barely-there moan leaving his still-parted lips. Finally regaining his breath, and, a bit of his strength, he managed to lift his head--cheeks flushing brightly as the 'moment' wore off--and went still as he noticed the...darker look in Tyki's eyes.
"Ne, uhm...Tyki...?" he piped up hesitantly, his tone soft and questioning.
The man blinked, startled by the Lavi's soft tone, and attempted to smile, shaking his head. "It's nothing, Lovey...just...was this your first time...?"
Lavi's blush deepened even more, and he turned his face away, in a moot attempt to hide it. "...yes. I...the most I've ever done...like that...has been with you, Tyki. And, well--that was...the farthest we've...gone..."
He couldn't believe they were talking about this. Hell, he couldn't believe they had done that.
Tyki nodded his head in understanding, watching the boy flush and squirm in embarrassment, just like he thought he would.
"I...see. Would you be willing...to go farther, or would you rather wait?" Because he knew, maybe, to many people the 'first time' was important. Dreadfully so. He didn't want to take it from the boy, when he didn't want to give it whole heartedly.
"I--I'm sorry, Tyki, but...well--I guess you could say I fit the "hopeless romantic" type...in a way... I mean, I do like you - obviously - but--I'm not...." He sighed, and shook his head. Why was he feeling guilty about saying no? He was never supposed to be a 'try to please everybody' sorta guy, so...when the Hell had he turned into one?
"I'd...rather wait, Tyki. I'm sorry, but..."
"That's fine." Tyki gave off a smile. "I understand, completely."
He brushed his fingers through the red locks of hair, watching as the gears seemed to churn inside the boy's mind--as if he was trying to come up with something, as if-
"You shouldn't feel guilty about it," he reinforced, but the redhead didn't seem to hear him.
After a few more minutes of awkward - at least, it was to Lavi - silence, the redheaded teen finally spoke up, showing that he had been listening, after all.
"Yeah, but--I just...feel...like I'm not being fair, y'know? I mean--you did that for me...and I'm not doing anything for you...in return... Besides...I'm a bit...embarrassed..." he mumbled the last word under his breath, but the Portuguese man still managed to pick it up.
Tyki let out a low chuckle. "It's your first time, of course you are." He continued running his fingers through the boy's hair and sighed.
"It's actually quite endearing, but you know you don't have to. Seeing you like that is enough." Though each time he shifted, even a little bit, his nether-regions reminded him that they needed to be 'taken care of'--and it seemed the redhead more than noticed.
Lavi swallowed, noticing Tyki's own more-than-obvious 'problem'. Now he felt really guilty... He had no illusions that he wasn't the cause of Tyki's current state of discomfort. But-
"Uhm...you seem to have your own 'problem', ne, Tyki-pon...?" he piped up, finally. "Is there...anything else...I could do?"
Tyki tensed at the words.
"I already said you didn't have to, Lovey." Though a small part of him was screaming at him to take advantage--takeadvantagetake-take-take--he cringed. "I can always deal with it myself."
Oh, but the look on the redheads face showed just how stubborn he was. Oh yes, definitely. Though Tyki didn't need very much coaxing to come around and sit next to the boy--he just...he just--"You really don't have-"
"-I want to," Lavi insisted, butting in stubbornly, as most redheads were prone to do. "I mean...I want to help--it's my fault you're...like 'that', after all--so...if there's anything...? Besides 'that', I mean...I can, y'know...try..." He looked away, his blush having returned.
Tyki thought the prospect over. "Of course...if you don't want to go all the way there's always--but you don't have to, again."
"Tyki." Lavi said the man's name sternly. "Just...shut the fuck up. Okay?"
That said, he moved swiftly, sliding over, and swinging a leg over both of Tyki's--effectively straddling the older man's lap. The boy leaned in, pressing his lips tightly against Tyki's own, and sliding his tongue out to briefly lick at the man's bottom lip. His hand reached down between them, and - feeling more bold than he ever had before - he squeezed, relishing in the surprised moan it drew out from his--damn, what was he supposed to call Tyki?
Tyki had to say he was surprised when the redhead practically crawled into his lap--tongue slipping out to lap at his lower lip--but it certainly was distracting enough, when he felt the hand that had suddenly delved between them (when had that happened?) grip his member through his pants, and tug. He couldn't stop the groan, but then he found he didn't exactly want to, with the smug (and adorable) look on the other's face. He was actually taking initiative...something Tyki couldn't help but feel was just too damn sexy.
But then he looked confused, for half a second--enough for Tyki to notice and question, though breathless. "What is it, Lovey?"
"W-well..." Lavi was obviously flustered. He really didn't want to pose that question to Tyki--he was embarrassed enough by the situation as it was, but... It was clear that Tyki wasn't going to give up, till he got his answer. "Uhm..."
"Just--I don't know what to...to call you..." he mumbled, but he didn't--wouldn't let himself avert his gaze. "As in--regards to 'us'. Like...what we...are...to each other...I guess?"
'Ah.' Well that was a rather serious question, wasn't it? Something...to be mulled over, because, well-
"'Lovers' doesn't quite fit the circumstances, does it? And we aren't quite...what you call 'friends with benefits'." He wrinkled his nose at the term. He had had those before, and they always ended messily. "What would you like us to be called?"
"I..." Lavi shook his head, scrunching his nose, cutely--just as a rabbit would. "I really don't know, Tyki. That's why...I'm asking, I guess...?"
He sighed, and shook his head again. "Well...we can always discuss that later. Right? Now--what do you want me...to do..?"
"Mm...yes, talk later...but now...?" Tyki watched as the boy fidgeted--unintentionally brushing against him with his fingertips and--"You really have never done this before? Even to yourself?" He hated how strained his voice sounded.
"Uhm...w-well, yeah...I've jerked myself off...if that's what you're referring to..." The redhead's blush had returned full-force, after finally leaving his face for the--he didn't even know how many times Tyki had made him blush today. "But...to someone else? Never. Nor...anything else, but...I'd be...willing to try, I think...?"
Well, now. "You really are a virgin aren't you? So you always stopped at kissing?" The boy's face flared up.
"Goodness--well...then yes...this will be practice..." And then he placed one hand over the boy's own and pressed, grunting slightly as the fabric of his pants rubbed pleasantly against that area.
Lavi's flush deepened, and he shook his head. "Well...Y-Yuu-chan gave me a...hicky...once..." he mumbled weakly, knowing it--really--didn't count for much. Or anything at all. Probably.
He tentatively squeezed Tyki's erection again, a bit harder this time, before moving his other hand down to join the first, and clumsily attempting to undo the man's buttons. After nearly a minute of this failure, he gave up, letting his head thunk down on Tyki's chest - causing the man to chuckle heartily - and threw his hand up in the air, half-heartedly. "I...ugh. My hands are shaking too much..."
Tyki grabbed said hands, and kissed them, causing the redhead's face to go nearly as bright as his hair.
"That's quite alright," he murmured, squeezing them before bringing them down to his button again, helping them undo it, and the zipper. "There, better?"
"Ah--yeah...thanks," the boy muttered, his voice quite a bit...higher-pitched, than normal. Without looking down - he thought seeing 'it' would be a bit too much, at least at this point - he slid a hand inside the front of Tyki's opened jeans, and wrapped his hand around the--Oh Gods!--thick length. It was pretty long too, if feeling was anything to go by. Which it most definitely was.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips softly - yet urgently - against Tyki's, and squeezed gently with his hand, sliding it up slowly, then down again, then up once more.
Tyki let out a soft groan as the redhead's hand started to work against his member--and he could feel everything, from the sharp intake of breath (that made him smirk. Hmm, he was definitely bigger than Lovey had expected~?), to the slight squirms, and barely there sighs as he deepened the kiss. Soon, the boy's hand grew bolder, moving faster--running over the tip--running a nail over the slit--
Tyki shuddered, and pulled away slightly. "My, you're a fast...learner..." Why was he so breathless?
"Yeah...I am the Bookman's apprentice...after all..." Lavi retorted, rather smugly. "And you...seriously need to shut up now. And enjoy this. I'm sure you can find some," again, he licked at the other's lips, "other ways...to occupy that obnoxious mouth of yours...?"
He kept his lips just barely a few inches from Tyki - providing incentive, he told himself - and kept up the busy work of his hand. Soon, he added a second one, using both to pleasure the older man beneath him, bringing him closer and closer to completion.
And really--what could Tyki use his mouth for? Maybe the boy shouldn't have said that, as he leaned forward to rest his head gently against Lavi's shoulder. Oh, but didn't he have such an evil little plan?
The boy was concentrating so hard now. Goodness, he'd feel bad~
But no, not really, as he opened his mouth and licked the skin there, trailing up until he reached the earlobe, then tugging at the boy's earring with his teeth.
Lavi let out a - rather undignified - squawk, his hands stilling momentarily in his surprise, before he slowly, shakily, picked it back up.
"Ty-Tyki..!! That wasn't what I meant, and you know it!!" he whined, mewling softly as Tyki's mouth continued to abuse the most sensitive part of his ear.
Tyki hummed, and continued to run his tongue over and through the earring, tasting skin and metal all in one. "You did say I had to distract my mouth, didn't you~?"
"W-well...yes, but..." Lavi's voice faltered--Tyki had a point. "But that's not what I meant." He accentuated the words with an extra-hard squeeze, from both hands. Then, leaning forward again - just brushing their lips together for the barest of moments, he murmured, "This is..." And their lips connected.
'Oh is it?' Tyki smiled into the kiss, returning it, and quickly deepening it as the hands worked harder between them, making him shudder. It wouldn't be long now, with those slightly calloused, but still soft, hands working on him.
Lavi couldn't help but moan softly, as he parted his lips, and Tyki's tongue slid in between them--and he wasn't even the one receiving the 'special treatment'!
"Mmng...Tyki-" he mumbled against the other's lips, sighing softly, as he continued to jerk the other man off, increasing his efforts even more. He could feel the Portuguese's shaking grow stronger--he was close, and Lavi couldn't wait to make him see stars.
Tyki felt Lavi's hands speed up and grinned, running his tongue along the boy's lips, smirking just a bit more when the redhead allowed easy access--opening his mouth so their tongues could tangle.
If he had been close before, with the ever tightening grip the boy had on his cock, he was certainly near the brink--his skin highly sensitized, whenever his shirt would brush against heated skin.
Lavi was struck by a sudden idea, and it nearly made him sick...but only because he actually really, really wanted to try it. Well...he would have to see.
"Ne...Tyki..." he voiced as he pulled back, their lips only remaining connected by a thread of saliva, before it, too, snapped. "Do you...want me to try something else? Besides my hands, I mean...?"
Tyki blinked down at the boy, who was blushing again--eye traveling downward just to shoot right back up and focus on his face. Hm, such a proposition the boy had just made~
"If you would like. It could be interesting~" He was glad he managed that out without a breathless stutter, though his heartbeat sped up just a little when the boy shifted out of his lap and to the floor, kneeling carefully between his legs as he dipped his head down, and Tyki felt that warm, moist, tongue run across-
And he groaned.
'Goddamn.' It had been a while since he had done this.
Lavi was still feeling incredibly shy, of course, but like Tyki said--it was 'practice'. And so long as he focused his mind on the 'learning' aspect of this experience, he figured he'd survive it just fine.
Now, obviously, the boy had never given a blowjob before - nor had he received one - but he'd sure as Hell read and watched enough porn to know what worked. Testingly, he slid his tongue out against the slit of Tyki's member, collecting the precum there--it tasted...odd, but not in a particularly bad way. Tucking that mental note away for later, the redhead opened his mouth wider, and closed it around the head, sucking gently, before moving down even further. It was hard, but after a few tries - and lots of swallowing - he'd managed to take almost all of Tyki into his mouth. Eyes watering slightly from the efforts, he pulled back, took as deep a breath as he could with his mouth still mostly filled, and then repeated the whole process all over again.
Tyki tensed even more as the redhead repeated his previous actions, hissing and--well he didn't want to hurt the boy, so he simply placed his hands on the his head, focusing on keeping his hips from bucking up. But it...was...surprisingly hard, as the teen shivered, and swallowed and gasped for breath--letting him go with a wet 'pop' before allowing his breath to ghost over the head of his member. Oh, he couldn't be doing that on purpose, could he?
Before Lavi could lower his head again, Tyki murmured, "suck."
Only to get a confused look in return. The realization of what the man meant hit roughly two seconds later, and Tyki tried so hard not to laugh at the blush that spread across the boy's cheeks.
Finally, Lavi nodded - the red not leaving his cheeks for even an instant - and went back immediately to the task at hand. Leaning down, he once again took Tyki's arousal into his mouth - only halfway, this time - and added quite a bit more suction as he pulled back, going to repeat the motion again, and again.
Deciding to try something a bit different, he once again took the man as deep as he possibly could - what with his lack of experience, and all - and moaned softly around the length in his mouth, bombarding the older man with delightful vibrations.
"Ah...fuck..." Tyki groaned out once the vibrations started, and he could've sworn Lavi was smiling--as much as he could with his mouth so full--"Good...ness...Lovey, you c-certainly do learn fast~" He hated the stuttering, but simply laced his hands through the boy's hair and tugged, just a bit, telling him (he hoped) to get on with it.
Lavi opened his eye briefly, flicking his gaze up to glare at Tyki through his bangs. 'Shut the fuck up, or I'll bite,' the look told him. Confident that that was the end of that, Lavi let his eye fall shut again, and he continued, as he'd been doing before, but sucking just a bit harder now.
'So the rabbit could bite.' Tyki smiled, amused, by that thought--but, well, he couldn't quite think anymore, much to his chagrin, when, only a split second later, the boy began sucking faster than before and--and--he tightened his grip in his hair, and he felt the threat of teeth, grazing along--but that just--just-
"Love--Lovey..." The boy didn't stop.
"Unless you--" Ah, fuck it.
Lavi's eyes widened in shock, but (he'd watched enough porn to expect it) he didn't pull away. After all, he'd rather Tyki cum in his mouth, than on his face. It was...kinda arousing, actually...
The apprentice Bookman tried his best to swallow all of it, but--damnit, Tyki had a big load!--it couldn't be helped that some of the man's seed leaked out past his lips, and dribbled, unnoticed, down his chin. Finally, he pulled back, eye coming back into focus, as his blush returned ten-fold. "Uhm..."
Tyki let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes and attempting to regulate his breathing. Which had been going well, and maybe he should be glad for how...content...he was, or else the sight that met him when he opened his eyes would have just turned him on again--and he didn't think he could just get off on oral again.
So instead he smiled, and leaned forward, capturing the boy's lips in another kiss--licking up the seed that still stained the boy's lips before pulling back and saying, "You certainly are a quick study."
This only served to make the boy blush brighter, and whack him embarrassedly on the arm.
"TYKI!!!" Lavi cried indignantly. Even his ears were red now! This was--just--he looked down at his watch, more for a distraction than anything, and felt his eyes widen. It was already 11:50am. "You know...shit....this whole...'adventure', today, has lasted longer than I thought..."
Tyki simply let out a chuckle.
"Well I wonder whose fault that is?" Because quite honestly, he hadn't expected his day to turn out quite like it had--not that he regretted it, and it simply made the boy blush harder--said blush increasing tenfold when a rather embarrassing growl emitted from his stomach.
"Uhm...yeah...guess that means I'm hungry. Or, 'still' hungry, I should prolly say...?" he joked, trying to lighten the moment. "Sorry about that...and shut up, you." The last comment was, of course, directed at his rebellious stomach.
He stood up shakily, grabbing Tyki's knee for support, and plopped himself back down on the couch beside the man, smiling at him shyly.
Tyki smiled back, and for the umpteenth time wondered how such a...sexual...creature such as Lavi could be so shy. But then, well, he wouldn't question it.
"Would you like to get something to eat?" he asked, completely innocent, as he zipped up his pants, and reached over to tug at the redhead's own.
Lavi growled lightly, and swatted at Tyki's hands, embarrassed. "I can do that, Tyki..." He soon gave up, however, and let Tyki have his 'moment'. Then, considering his question-
"Uhm, if it's not too much to ask...? I don't exactly...have any money with me, so..." After all, he hadn't been expecting his day to progress this way. At all. In fact, he still had a bit of trouble believing it fully.
"Of course I don't mind," Tyki hummed. "Though I'm not exactly sure what I have on...hand..." he trailed off, and stood up, feeling Lavi's hands on his back--and soon hearing the boy's own footsteps follow him into the small--but not cramped--kitchen.
"Look in the cabinets over there." He pointed off to the stove. "And I'll look in here.
If you find anything, tell me. Though I will warn you--I don't exactly...cook for myself."
Lavi turned back to him, almost shocked--a question ready on his lips, but he answered it before a single word could slip out. "My brother keeps me well stocked, as sad as it sounds. Either that, or I'm paid enough so that I can go out to eat if I so choose to--and I usually have business meetings over lunch or dinner, so..." Then he trailed off, shrugging.
And Lavi still looked slightly surprised.
He began rummaging through the indicated cupboards, alarmed at the lack of 'effort-required' options. Tyki really didn't cook, did he...?
"...are you and Sheryl-san close?" he asked, remembering the stark hallway's lone 'decoration', and how the older man apparently played such a seemingly big part in Tyki's life.
Tyki let out a sigh, rummaging through his fridge for something that wouldn't require too much work, but at Lavi's question he looked up. "Hm? Ah--well, yes, yes we are." He smiled.
"He's my only brother, after all. We've been through a lot together." Which they had, there was no doubt about that, and though the man could stand to be a little less creepy...he was still family.
Lavi seemed to be even more curious now, though, turning fully to look at him, green eye bright and curious.
"Oh?" Lavi was extremely curious now. Besides, if this 'Sheryl' still looked anything like in the one photo Lavi had seen...he seemed to be quite attractive. "Like what? And Tyki--put those away!! We are not having Kraft Lunchables! Do you know how bad those are for you?"
Lavi sighed, and shook his head. "Fine. Do you, I dunno...have any rice, or something? Pasta? I'll make us lunch, but please--put that shit away!"
Tyki's face fell just a tad at Lavi's blatant admonishment of his...eating habits, but, well-
"I might have some pasta there." He pointed to another cabinet. "As for Sheryl and I, well, you'll be meeting him later. That can be your starting line." He paused and thought over the prospect--Sheryl. And Lavi. Alone. In a room. Together.
"Hopefully he won't do anything weird this time..." It was only after Lavi shot him a strange look, that he realized he had said that out loud.
"Weird?" Lavi inquired - completely innocently, for once - as he opened the aforementioned cupboard. He searched around for a moment, then with a small "Aha~", he pulled out a box of macaroni noodles. "Man...you're gunna love me for this, after. I'll make my homemade Mac-and-cheese. I swear, after you try this--you'll never look at KD the same way again!"
"Mac and Cheese? KD?" Tyki blinked, slightly confused. "I suppose I'll just have to wait and see for myself, hm?"
Quite honestly, anything sounded good--if 'homemade' was attached to it. And of course, any subject was better than talking about Sheryl. He mentally cringed.
"Wait--you--you don't know what Mac-and-cheese is? Macaroni and cheese?" Lavi gasped, absolutely horrified as he spun around to face Tyki. "I'm ashamed of you, Tyki!!! Now, where's the flour? I can get the butter, milk and cheese myself... Oh. And grab me the cheese-grater too, please? And a plate. Uhm...and two pots, one big, one small."
He made his way to the fridge, grabbing three of the previously mentioned ingredients, before going back to the counter. "By the way, you're going to answer my question, whether you like it or not."
Tyki could only sit and watch--only moving to show him where the pots were--and, well--"Questions can wait till we eat, hm~?"
Which would mean, he would simply distract the boy. Because, well--Sheryl...and food, actually--that was a very bad combination. "Actually, we'll save it for after."
At that, Lavi shot him an odd look, one he really wished didn't have any words attached to it, but, unfortunately for him, wishful thinking didn't exactly work.
"'Later', as in, 'while we eat'--that's what you meant...right?" Lavi more demanded, than asked. "I might be, well...shy, but I'm not queasy. I can handle whatever it is you're afraid of, Tyki. I have a very strong stomach."
After gathering all the proper ingredients and utensils, Lavi began to grate the cheese onto a plate--and a whole damn lot of it, at that. Once that was done, he set about melting some butter in the small pot, mixing in the flour after turning the flame off on the stove, then on again after adding the milk.
"You should pay attention to this, Tyki," he added absently, stirring as the concoction gradually became thicker. "You might actually learn something about good food."
And Tyki paid attention. As much as he could anyway, as Lavi added the various ingredients, and the water came to a boil.
"Are you sure you want to know?" he wondered--about Sheryl, of course, who else? And the boy gave an affirmative nod. "Well--I suppose...I can tell you a little, while we eat. Might have to demonstrate." He let out a sigh. "Though I'm afraid I'm not inclined to replicate everything he...might...do..."
He hoped against hoped that something clicked in Lavi's brain, and maybe it did? He couldn't tell--the boy had turned his face away from him and was concentrating on pouring the correct amount of noodles into the now slightly salted water.
"Well, just do your best, ne? If he's as 'weird' as you say, then shouldn't I be at least somewhat prepared?" He loved his logic. It was irrefutable. And Lavi loved irrefutable logic.
Finally, the sauce was ready, and he added the cheese--small handfuls at a time, until it had all melted. Then, he put the lid on the pot, to stay warm until the pasta was ready. He turned to Tyki, raising an eyebrow at the man's...awkward(?) stance.
"...seriously...what could be so bad about him?"
Tyki let out a sigh. "Does the word 'creeper', 'creeper pervert', and 'creeper pervert stalker' mean anything to you?"
"Hmm...perhaps. Perhaps not," Lavi replied vaguely, in an almost sing-song voice. Then, just because he really couldn't help it, "Oh, and the correct word in that sentence would have been 'do', not 'does'. And 'word' should have been pluralized."
He laughed at Tyki's grumble, and shook his head.
"I highly doubt my phrasing...needs to be corrected, Lovey." Then he sighed. "Turn around for a moment."
"Hmm...?" Lavi hummed in curiosity, at the same moment he turned, wondering what was on Tyki's mind...
When the boy turned around, Tyki cringed. He...he really didn't want to do this--really didn't want to, and he wasn't even sure it would work but--he would try anyway. Stepping up exceedingly too close to Lavi, he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"First, he'd do this," he explained, while the teen looked back up at him. "Then he will probably talk to you for an exceedingly long period of time, like this. Then," he started rubbing the boy's shoulder, then back, then arm, "he'd do this--in any number of patterns, still talking about some random crap that probably wouldn't do you any good." He continued to keep his hands moving--constantly--constantly--until Lavi started fidgeting.
"Now imagine someone you don't know doing that to you." At those words, his hand swept to the boy's hip and pinched, before moving down lower, only to skirt back up again. "Do you get it now?"
"Uhm...yeah... I think I get it..." Lavi acknowledged, and gulped. "But...ehh. So long as maybe I can get to know him - at least a bit - before he...does that...then I'll be fine. Probably. I think." He paused, turning back to the stove quickly, and turning off the element with the pasta.
"Strainer," he said simply, and when Tyki passed it to him, the boy took the noodles over to the sink, proceeding to drain out the water, and then put them back into the pot. Next, he added in the sauce--still steaming with the sharp aroma of lots of aged cheddar--and mixed it in. The two dished up their plates, and made their way to the table. Before they could dig in and start eating, however, Lavi posed another question.
"I mean...it doesn't get any more...awkward than that, right..?"
Tyki really wanted to try this food. But it seemed Lavi was still too curious for his own good. So he sighed, and set down his spoon, looking up at the ceiling. "That's...just...when you first meet him. He's--very touchy-feely. It's why I'm afraid of you being alone in the room with him."
He really wished he didn't have to say that, but Lavi looked nervous now, and it needed to be said. "If he's...unsupervised...then...the only reason people keep quiet about what he does is because of how much money they make working for him."
"And....what exactly is it...that he does, unsupervised...?" Lavi was almost hesitant to ask--not afraid, just hesitant. But he needed to know. If he was going to be 'working' with this man in the future, then he needed to know what to expect. "Is it...really anything worse than what we just did...?"
"He's very persuasive." And that--that was all he could say. "Now let's eat, please? This is why I wanted to talk about this later." Because it had the potential of making anything delicious suddenly inedible.
"Ahh...yes, sorry. My curiosity always seems to get the best of me...but...later, okay? Tell me more? I...I think I should at least be allowed to know what I'm to expect, if I'm gunna be...working with him..." Lavi trailed off there, seeing the warning look in Tyki's eyes, and scooped up a forkful of his lunch, shoving it into his mouth to effectively stop himself from saying anything more. And again, just as he finished that bite, he had another one ready to take its place.
And quite honestly, Tyki had to admit--this was good. Yes, he had heard of Mac and Cheese, but either he had been too poor to ever try it, or he had been too high-class to. Quite ironic how the two furthest social classes could share something so...common.
Before he realized it, he was finished, and standing up--Lavi was too--taking the dishes to the sink and washing them, no questions asked. It was...cute, in it's own odd way, and deserved a question. "I assume you're the one who cooks the most at home?"
Lavi nodded silently, then added, aloud, "Every night, ever since I can remember. Unless I'm out for a night, then Bookman eats out or grabs leftovers, and I'd end up with double the dishes the next day. But yeah...it's always been my duty. Cooking, and cleaning."
They lapsed into silence for a while, after that--Lavi washing the dishes (and not just the ones they'd used for this meal), and Tyki looking on in amusement.
"You really are quite the...housewife, aren't you?" Tyki murmured, chuckling when, after Lavi thoroughly cleaned the dishes, he stacked them nice and neat, and started wiping up the water that had splashed on the counter
"Oh, shut it," Lavi snapped half-heartedly, trying not to laugh, despite the soft pink dusting his cheeks. "But...yeah, I guess you have a point. And honestly, I wouldn't mind it...being one, I mean... But! Don't you dare tell Bookman that! He'd kill me--quite literally, possibly." His blush was even deeper now.
Tyki let out yet another soft chuckle--today was so full of laughter, wasn't it?--and nodded his head. "Oh, don't worry, I won't." Even through the joking tone, he knew the boy was serious and-
"Who would you be a housewife to, I wonder~?"
"Hmm..." Lavi pondered the question seriously. "I don't actually know, really. I've...never been in love before, so until that happens - which, no matter what Panda-jiji says, is bound to happen someday - I don't have a clue." He hoped that answer would be good enough - even though, something told him Tyki would be disappointed...and he refused to wonder 'why'.
That sent a jealous pang through the Portuguese, just as had the fact the boy wouldn't do more than--but no. No. He sighed.
"Well, I hope you find that person, then." And he smiled. "You're right, though--everyone falls in love at some point."
'It's only up to the other person whether or not the feelings are returned.' But he didn't dare say that out loud.
xoxox
Author's Note:
And there you have it. Chapter 2 complete. All I have to say is…poor Tyki, but yes he does find someone eventually *cryptic* or…well not so much if you actually read the pairing list in the previous chapter *laugh*
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