Woo! FINALLY got this done... jumps around a little I think, but I hope it's still okay and that you guys still like it ^^
Enjoy!
Bright sun shone down over the park and its goers, the children and parents laughing and giggling as they ran round together, bright and happy smiles on their faces, small ones on the lips of the two men that walked around together arm in arm, their gate slow and deliberate
"You feeling okay Tyki?" Lavi murmured as he guided the other around, "it's a nice day today, but, if you don't feel alright-"
"I'll be fine," the elder gasped slightly, his hands twitching slightly as he glanced around for what the other presented to him.
"Here," the other smiled softly as he covered his lover's mouth and nose with the oxygen mask, "better?"
"Much," Tyki nodded, his hand holding the mask over his face as he drank in his air, "I'm sorry…"
"Not your fault," Lavi told him, his fingers running through the curly strands, "don't be sorry."
Golden eyes flickered over his shoulder to look to the green eye, the other covered by an eye patch and hiding the marred eyeball.
"Feels like my fault," the elder admitted, his long fingertips reaching to stroke the eye patch, the other's hand covering his.
"It's not," the redhead murmured, "trust me… it's not."
Tyki nodded as he followed his lover back around the walk, the two reminiscing silently, their memories tormenting them.
Lavi's encounter in the hospital with the malicious Kanda Yuu no more than five years ago had resulted in him nearly having a heart attack in fear, the Japanese radiating terror and Lavi's suffering only beginning.
"In case you were just wondering, I've pulled out the bullets," a long-fingered hand disappeared in his pockets to retrieve a jingling glass, "his bullets were easy enough to take out and you thankfully missed my son," danger filled his cobalt orbs as he leered at Lavi, "if you had hit the boy, you would be suffering worse than your about too."
"Wh-What do you mean?" Lavi half-whispered, fear in his heart as the pattering of footsteps reached his ears.
"What I mean," Kanda grinned as he pulled back from the red head, the bullet stuffed back into his pocket, "is that you took aim at my heart, so I'm going to take aim at yours."
"Wh… Wh.. Wha…"
"Code blue! Code blue!" the shouts came from the hall, the Japanese pulling his form up straight before he turned to the door, his long fingers pulling it open.
"In case you're wondering," Kanda started, "code blue stands for either a cardiac or respiratory arrest; in this case, it's respiratory."
Lavi's tears went unheeded as he waited helplessly for his strength to return to his fingers to touch his call button, the sounds of clattering, running, and shouting making the five minutes the longest Lavi ever had to live through.
The relief that swept over the younger's body was immense as Komui informed him that, for whatever reason, Tyki had suddenly gone into respiratory arrest yet the doctors had done everything to bring him back, their attempts successful as the man was set to live out a full life, though not without his difficulties. The attack on his lungs had resulted in Tyki needing supplementary oxygen for the rest of his life, an adjustment those two could make with all the time they had.
After their incident, it was no surprise to anyone when the two of them hand in their badges, Tyki and Lavi moving well away from the city and settling in the country, the redhead now fueling his love of books by writing them, his two novels having reached best-seller status and giving them a comfortable living, them and the other they brought into their lives four years ago.
"Lighten up Tyki," Lavi whispered with a cheeky grin, his green eye noting the slightly gloomy look of the elder, "can't be sad around Ben now can we?"
"Benigno," Tyki corrected, "use his proper name."
"Too hard," the younger whined, the other chuckling softly, Lavi smiling along with him as they returned to the lay structure the boy had insisted on visiting.
A year after their traumatic incident, Lavi and Tyki, both cleared by a therapist, had decided to go ahead and adopt a seven-month-old boy from Portugal , the child a bright light and managing to bring them back from the brink of depression whenever they felt they were approaching it.
Spotting the dark-haired boy chatting with a second child on the bench, both parents moved towards them, the other child's back was to them, his hair was tied in a low ponytail and reaching his shoulders.
"Hi Daddy! Hi Papa!" their son waved to his approaching fathers, his legs slipping off the bench as he ran towards his fathers, his black curls bouncing with exuberance and the hazel eyes glowing.
"Hey Ben," Lavi smiled as he bent down to pick up their child, the arms hugging the redhead while Tyki laughed, his hand reaching to pat the boy's back, the golden eyes catching sight of the other child sitting on the bench, the boy's eyes avoiding his though he appeared to be watching the small family.
"Whose your new friend?" Tyki asked softly, his head tilting to get a better look at the boy, the child finally raising his silver eyes to meet the gold.
"I'm Yoshinori," the boy announced softly, his body slipping off the bench to stand, the fear in Lavi increasing tenfold at the introduction.
"Y-You're-Y-You're-"
"Yoshinori dad!" Ben told him happily, "he's really smart and good at football and he's a lot like me!"
"H-How?" Lavi managed to stutter out, his body slowly backing away from the child, the silver eyes looking up at the other two with a calm interest, his hands behind his back while Tyki became paler by the moment.
"He says he's got two dads like me," the other child told his dads happily, his face in a wide grin as he looked down at his friend, the boy looking up at the other with a wide smile.
"It's nice to meet you!" Yoshinori smiled, "Ben says lots about you guys!"
"D-Did he n-now," Tyki stammered, his grip on the other's shoulder tightening as he steadied himself.
"Yep!" Ben interjected, "like how you were the police but now you write books and-"
"Th-That's great," Lavi stuttered, "u-um… Y-Yoshinori… i-it's nice to m-meet you b-but Ben has to go home n-now."
"Why?" the child whined, his hazel eyes pleading with his father's, "Daddy~"
"Don't argue," the Portuguese man murmured to his son, the gold looking towards the boy who stood calmly in front of him.
"It's okay," Yoshinori shrugged, "I think my father's ready to go too," he smiled as he looked up at the others, "can Ben play some other time?"
"Yeah-"
"No," Lavi said quickly, the dejected look on his son's face making him hurriedly fix his sentence, "i-it's just… w-we need to t-talk about it… w-we don't kn-know wh-when w-we'll be busy is all…"
"Oh… okay," the boy smiled his body maneuvering around the other two, his hand waving to them, "my dad's waiting for me anyway, bye!"
"Bye!" Ben waved, his fathers were shocked into silence as they watched with fearful eyes as the child ran back happily to a tall man with his hair in a high ponytail, his tall body lowered to scoop up the child, his lips pressing to the child's temples before the cobalt eyes flickered to the couple a smirk slipping on his lips.
"Daddy," his son tried, "d-daddy you're squeezing me too tight… y-you're hurting me…"
"S-Sorry Ben," Lavi whispered, his nose burying in the crook of his son's neck, "I-I just don't want to let you go r-right now…"
"Daddy?" the boy started, "are-are you scared?"
"N-No," the redhead murmured, "no buddy… I'm terrified."
"Why?"
Gold and greed turned to meet shinning silver, the young man standing tall with a knowing smirk on his lips.
"We're not going to cause you any trouble," Allen simpered as he stepped towards the now terrified couple, "and we certainly won't do anything to you or your boy, that's your thing."
"Wh… Wh…"
"Lost your tongue?" the younger asked Tyki, "don't worry, like I said… Kanda and I believe that we're even," his lips smiled sweetly, his eyes meeting the confused hazel, "it was nice of you to play with my son, Benigno," the head of white hair nodded, "I hope to see you three again real soon!"
Allen continued to smile as he returned to his lover's side, the Japanese and his child waiting patiently for him, the mismatched arms reaching to take the boy, the child snuggling into the strong shoulder while his two father's took hands, the two reminiscing of the aftermath of the hospital visit, Kanda's arriving home the first time they had a physical interaction.
"Moyashi," the Japanese called through the house, "I'm back."
"… hey…"
A weak voice called from the bed he rested in, Kanda maneuvering through the comfortably furnished living room to the large Master bedroom, light streaming through the large windows that overlooked the rolling countryside, the young man in the bed gently cradling the small babe.
"Hey," Allen repeated, his tired body raising to look at his approaching lover.
"How are you feeling?" Kanda murmured, his body settling on his side of the bed as the younger adjusted his body with care not to rip his stiches.
"Tired," the younger admitted, the Japanese hardly surprised by the answer, "but… I'm okay."
"That's good" the Japanese sighed as he rested his head on the pillows, his eyes closing for a moment before Allen disturbed his rest.
"Here."
Kanda looked at the younger in surprise, the other handing the baby out to him, his silver eyes glanced to the sheets as he refused to meet the mercury orbs of the baby.
"Moyashi-"
"I put him in danger," Allen murmured, "I-he-I could have killed him-"
"You were trying to save me," Kanda told him softly, his hands taking the infant though one rubbed his back gently, "I told you, the bullet wounds entered through your back, not your front."
"I could have put him in the chair or the-the couch or-or-"
"Or he could have been shot on the couch or rolled off," the Japanese tried to assure him calmly, "the situation could have gone much worse than it did already. The only casualty here is you; besides, look."
Allen dared to look towards the other two, his eyes widening at the sight of the tiny hand reaching for him.
"See," Kanda murmured, "he doesn't blame you. Besides, he's fine, I checked him out. No permanent damage to his ears, no broken ear drum, no impairment in his hearing, no nothing," his finger brushed over the pale lips, "and I don't blame you either."
The younger bit his lip as he slowly reached for the infant, the child returned to the younger man, silver met silver while the child reached for the young man, the other reaching to touch the palm of the small hand with his scarred finger, a smile spreading slowly on Allen's lips as Yoshinori gripped the finger.
"Thanks Yuu," Allen whispered, his arms bringing the baby closer to him, his lips pressing against the forehead of his child, "and thank you."
Kanda stood from the mattress, his lips pressing to the temples of his deranged lover, the silver eyes turning to him.
"I'll make us some tea," the Japanese told him, his hand rubbing the other's arm while Allen nodded.
The sight that greeted him when he returned with the drink was a pleasant one, Allen much more relaxed as the baby as rocked to sleep, the tiny body snuggled comfortably in the elder's arms.
"I'll put him to bed," Kanda whispered, his body still as he gathered the infant in his arms, careful not to disturb the sleeping babe, "and then you and I can talk, if you feel up to it."
"Of course," Allen smiled, his hand taking the cup of green tea, "thanks… Yuu.."
The Japanese smiled as he turned the baby into the crib, his fingers brushing over the chubby cheek before he returned to the younger, his body slipping onto the large mattress and next to the wounded man, the head of white hair resting on his shoulder.
"So," the younger started, "how'd it go?"
"I got the message across," Kanda murmured as he sipped his tea, "to the both of them."
"Good," Allen whispered, his tongue flicking over his lips, "so… what do we do now?"
"What do you mean?" the Japanese asked calmly, the younger's hands tightening around the cup.
"I mean… what are we gonna do about us? About… the killings…"
"We need to stop them," Kanda stated, the surprised silver eyes turning towards him. "I had accepted long ago that I can't purge the entire world," the Japanese explained, "besides, if we do wind up getting caught, what would happen to Yoshinori? Who would raise him?"
"I… If-If you're sure…"
"I don't kill because I needto," the Japanese explained, his cobalt eyes meeting the younger's, "what I need to do is stay here with the two of you, raise Yoshinori with you."
"Yuu…"
"I won't have some uneducated foster mother raising my son and treating him with disgust," Kanda murmured, "and… it's not like I need to kill, I can live without it," his lips lowered to meet the others, "it's you and him I can't live without."
"Thanks Yuu," Allen hummed, "so… I take it… Lavi and Tyki-"
"They'll never again have a night of peace," the Japanese explained, "not after what happened to them. Tyki's lungs, if they still function, are irreparably harmed and Lavi can do nothing but sit and worry about every little thing," the long fingers reaching to stroke the long hair, "they haven't gotten away with anything, but… if we waste time on them, we could get caught and then, Yoshinori's gone."
"I don't want that," the younger sighed, "I'm also just… a little concerned."
"About… what?"
"But… what would we do for money?"
"Don't worry about something like that," the Japanese assured him, "I've dragged you down here, this is my responsibility."
"It wasn't like you had to force me," Allen teased softly, "I went willingly."
"I'm aware of that," Kanda smirked, his body adjusting to walk over to the other side of the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a dose of morphine," the Japanese explained, the needle taken in his hand, "you need your dose for the night."
"Wait."
A hand stopped the needle from injecting him with the morphine, Kanda's eyebrow raising slightly as he looked at the younger, Allen swallowing thickly before he pressed on.
"Don't give my any painkillers tonight," Allen murmured softly, his silver eyes meeting Kanda's, "let me feel good… just for tonight."
"You might rip your stitches," Kanda pointed out, a slow smirk spreading on his lips, "especially if you want me to make you feel better."
"Is that a problem?" the younger purred while the elder brushed his lips against the younger's.
"Of course not."
It was the crying baby that broke the two of them apart, Kanda reassuring as he slipped towards the child's room to care for their child, the Japanese quelling his anticipation as he focused on the care.
Kanda gently pushed off with his one foot as the chair rocked gently back and forth, the baby in his arms lulled softly to sleep by his bedtime story, his bottle long since finished and his silver eyes closed for the night. The long fingers moved over to touch the babe's arm, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin as the crook of his arm sported the infant, a soft smile on his lips as he recalled how active the baby was whenever he and Allen held him, the child always reaching for them and almost demanding to be held close, a demand the two of them were only too happy to fulfil.
"K… Kanda…"
The Japanese seemed to smirk at the sound of the almost keening moan, his baby raised to be placed with tender care into the cradle, the boy remaining in a peaceful rest even as his father lowered to kiss his boy tenderly on the forehead before he turned and left the child to his slumber.
"You called me, moyashi?" the Japanese teased, his tongue flicking over his lips at the delicious sight in front of him.
Allen's cheeks had flushed a pale pink, his lips parted as he panted each breath, his bandaged chest heaving with each gasp of air. His body twitched beneath the sheets, his silver eyes closed as he reveled in the pleasure the pain caused him, his hands splaying and clutching at the sheets, the strips of moonlight almost glowing on the pale skin.
"Hah… Kanda…" the younger moaned softly, "n-need… you…"
"Feel good, Moyashi?" Kanda practically purred, his body moving akin to a panther stalking its prey, his form slipping to hover over the twitching younger.
"Ah… hah… y-yes…" Allen sighed, his body arching and moaning as fingertips trailed down his neck, "K… Kanda…"
"Good little moyashi," the Japanese murmured as his lips skimmed across the creamy flesh, his body coming to hover over the other.
The long fingers moved over the toned body, the white gown Allen had been dressed in taken off with care and discarded, the mismatched fingers twitching as they raised in an attempt to help the other remove his shirt, his body fighting the pleasure radiating from his shoulder and hip.
"Easy now," Kanda told him, his hands taking over and stripping himself of his shirt, "you'll come without me touching you at this rate…"
Allen merely panted as the toned body was revealed to him, his lips whimpering and moaning as his hazy silver eyes closed, as he writhed, his body silently begging to be touched.
The slim body arched as he gasped, the calloused hand gripping and massaging his member while the other found the protruding buds, his fingers pinching and twisting the sensitive spot, his hand careful to avoid the healing stiches.
"Not so loud now," the Japanese murmured, "you don't want to tear your stiches and wake Yoshinori, now do you?"
"Th-Then sto-ah-oop t-teasing m-me…" Allen moaned, "pl-please Yuu," his body gasped as a wave of pleasure overtook him, "Y-Yuu…"
"You want me to take you?" Kanda purred, "just like this?"
"I'm-I'm always ready for y-you," the younger shivered slightly, his legs lifting to rub against the other's, "how else was I t-to wait f-for you?"
"I'm impressed," Kanda murmured, his fingers releasing the younger's nipples to inspect his work, his own fingers stretching and searching inside his writhing and moaning lover, "you didn't make a sound…"
"C-Couldn't disturb Y-Yoshin-nori," Allen gasped, "h-he's-hah- t-too preci-ous…"
"Then be as silent as you can be," the Japanese told him, "can't wake him up…"
"Then h-hurr-AH!"
Allen's body arched in a silent scream as the elder managed to thrust his member swiftly inside the younger, though when the Japanese had removed his pants the younger didn't care as he reveled in the pleasure.
"Ah-hah-n-nnya-"
"It's been awhile," Kanda whispered, his lips lowered to brush over the other's ear, the younger's words incoherent as he reveled in the pleasure and pain, his body adjusting with each thrust in him, "you feel good…"
"S-So do y-you," Allen whimpered quietly, his good hand reaching to wrap around the strong shoulders, "Y-Yuu…"
"Moan for me," the Japanese murmured, the younger's teeth digging into his lip as he tried to restrain himself from waking the babe.
"Hnn-nn-HAH!"
"I'm-I'm close… moyashi," Kanda grunted, "w-with me-"
"Th-That d-didn't t-take lo-ong-" the younger teased, his silver eyes rolling back in his skull at the euphoria.
"Shut up and come with me," the Japanese whispered, the younger beneath him nearly screaming after a hard thrust slammed into his prostate.
"Y-YUU!"
"Ah-m-my Aren…"
Kanda held his body on shivering arms, his panting chest dripping with sweat as Allen's was, both their eyes meeting after a moment of gasping for air.
"Y-Y-Yuu…"
"I think you need another dose of morphine," the Japanese murmured softly, his fingers running over the white strands, his hand covered by the other, "you need your sleep… to heal…"
"After that, y-you think I need medicine…" Allen teased softly, his lungs shuddering as a wave of pain overcame him, "Y-Yuu…"
"You're stiches stayed in place," Kanda informed him as h plunged the needle into the other's arm, "that's a good thing."
"Hmm…" the younger hummed as the drug filled his system, his lids drooping as fatigue overtook him, "Yuu…"
"Goodnight moyashi," the Japanese murmured, "you need your strength for tomorrow; we're going to try something entirely new… we're going to try to be normal."
So... how bad? Reviews if you would and I think I can squeeze out one more chapter... maybe...
Oh! By the way, Benigno is a portuguese name meaning kind or friendly