The Fine Line

Thank you, Sailorlight22 (or just sailor) for letting me allude to you. She wrote Invention is the Mother of Necessity and found my ‘face’ comment to be hilarious. Without her thoughts, I never would have been willing to let Sable think it.

Disclaimer of Defilation: I don’t own D.Gray-man. If I did… Komui would look more like Watari from YnM :D

WARNING: Man-lovin’! Man-lovin’! Man-lovin’! Oh, and then there’s MAN-LOVIN’!
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Midnight and the End of Day Five

For four days and something like twenty two hours, Kanda was a good boy. A frustrated, irritated, bitchy, unsatisfied good boy, but still a good boy. He did not leave his bed to attack Lavi when he came in, he did not shred his bandages when he knew that there was no more use wearing them, he did not even leap out of bed when Allen had come in from the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He had seriously considered the last one, but had decided that it just wasn’t worth it if Allen had to make all of that money playing poker.

But he had had enough. At midnight on the fifth day he was going to pull Allen out his bed and do whatever he wished with him. Because there was just no way he could stand it any longer. He had even gone so far as to take up Allen’s offer of a late night poker game to stay awake.

He remembered that some scientist had calculated that men thought about intercourse approximately once every six and a half seconds (or something like that), but it felt to him like it was much more often. In the mornings, watching Allen do his exercises, at breakfast, eating more Swedish food with Allen, playing cards, betting kisses with Allen, at lunch, eating yet more Swedish food with everyone (including Allen), just before his nap, which he generally passed staring at Allen, at dinner, which was the worst when it was just him and Allen, and before he fell asleep, which was because it was impossible not to with Allen lying in his arms. The worst part though was that he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to be imagining – being Lavi never stayed in his room long enough for him to ask. He had decided that he no longer cared. Whatever it was that they were going to do, so long as it brought Allen pleasure he was more or less fine with it.

Though he would hope to defeat his frustration as well.

11:15 PM.

“You’re spacing, Love.” Allen’s voice brought him back to the moment at hand and the five cards he held between his fingers. He was doing well this game, with three deuces and two knaves. He was willing to bet Allen had another royal flush though.

“Che, like it matters. I’ll lose anyway.” His glare just made Allen beam at him innocently, silver eyes gleaming purity and light.

“I’m sorry Kanda; you were the one who wanted to have stakes.”

“Hn,” He groaned. “I call.”

A few moments later Kanda was cursing himself for ever agreeing to play cards. He was right. Even with a full house he couldn’t beat Allen – because the boy cheated at every opportunity. Which was cheap. Kanda was sure that he owed Allen more sexual favors than he thought he could pay in all his life.

Allen saw Kanda’s face fall when he lost, again. He had thought about not cheating, but it was just too hard. He would decide that he wasn’t going to use the cards up his sleeve and then find himself sliding them out without even thinking about it. Old habits die hard, as they say.

11:28 PM.

“Che, I’m done.”

“Aw, I’ve only won thirty-two times against you.”

“You seriously keep track?”

“Uh-huh. I like to know my statistics.”

“Hm, I guess that means I owe you thirty-two kisses then.”

Allen picked up the cards and shuffled them out of habit as they talked, the black and white backs flashed gray because he did it so fast. He was smiling sweetly but there was evil in it all the same time. “You don’t have to pay me back all at once, you know?”

Kanda narrowed his eyes at the boy. Sure, he didn’t have to, but he wanted to. He didn’t just want to pay him back in kisses though. He wanted other things. Lots of other things.

Allen watched the older Exorcist as his mind wandered away from the topic at hand and off to something darker. He liked watching Kanda think; it was like observing a new creature that no one had ever discovered before. Every moment was new and bright as his facial features changed with his mind, and the whole ensemble managed to look beautiful no matter what was on his mind. Even now, when Allen would no doubt blush at what Kanda was thinking, his smooth face still managed to look glorious. And the red ribbon that held his hair back loosely from his face just made it that much better.

“Kanda,” Allen broke the man’s concentration and his face melted back into his usual half-scowl. “You’re pretty.”

11:37 PM

Half of Kanda wanted to rip him apart for saying that, but the other half wanted to smile and giggle. Since they had known each other it had always been ‘pretty’ this, ‘feminine’ that, and ‘womanly’ everything, yet this wasn’t an insult. The boy honestly meant that he was nice to look at. Attractive. It made Kanda a little annoyed that the word pretty was the one his lover had chosen to apply to him, but it still meant the same thing in the end. And he liked that end.

“Che, couldn’t have picked a better word, could you Moyashi?” He kicked a little under the covers, causing Allen to bounce at the foot of the bed. He knew the move was in jest.

“Well… I don’t think handsome is the word and I’m not going to call you beautiful. I value my life too highly.”

Kanda gave a sideways smirk. “So I get pretty?”

Allen shrugged. “Unless you can find a word that means gentle and superior, or distant and leisurely, or beautiful in a masculine and yet still tender way, I’m out of suggestions.”

Kanda chuckled for a moment before he settled into a glare.

“What?” Allen asked, stopping with the cards. There was something far to amusing about Kanda’s expression; there was something bright behind that glare.

“Nothing.”

“Right, nothing. Just like last time it was nothing.”

“Che.”

“Tell me, or I’ll go get Lavi.”

“Yuu.”

“Me, what?”

“No, my name. If you write it one way it means gentle and superior. If you write it differently it means distant and leisurely. It’s written in katakana though, so it technically means neither.”

Allen raised an eyebrow at him, that little bit about kata-whata going over his head a little. But he did understand one thing – most of what he was looking for in a word had been right there all along, being said by Lavi almost every day. I could never call him Yuu though… the pun would get me. And if it didn’t, it just seems…wrong. He’s Lavi’s Yuu-chan, not mine.

“I couldn’t call you Yuu though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s awkward?”

Kanda could kind of understand that, a little. If it had not of been for Lavi, Allen would never even have known Kanda had a given name, that was how little he used it. It would be like Kanda suddenly calling him Allen-kun, which sounded wrong for reasons unnumbered.

“Che, fine. Kanda, Love, Asagi – just not pretty.”

11:50 PM

“Ok. You’re not pretty, my beautiful, elegant, feminine, gorgeous, sparkling, bubbly, superior, withdrawn, wonderful, semi-enraged, ohmygoodnessyouaregoingtokillme! Love!” Allen squeaked the last word as the Japanese man leaned forward and took hold of his belt loops. It was obvious from the motion that his shoulder wasn’t bothering him anymore, and the speed with which he yanked the smaller boy into his lap signified that his back was feeling fine as well. Allen fought half-heartedly to free himself from the madman’s embrace (mad with love, mind you,) but stopped when the Japanese man’s hands jerked his hips sideways to place his back flush with Kanda’s chest, the legs beneath the covers hooked themselves around his before diving off of the edges of the bed.

He found his wrists clenched tightly. So long as Kanda didn’t move, neither would Allen. He was stuck leaning on him like some kind of reclining chair.

“What are you doing?” He asked, feeling hot breath on the back of his neck. He had never felt so small and pathetic in all his life.

“Paying you what I owe,” Kanda whispered huskily. The British boy squirmed in his grasp desperately as he gently kissed his neck, blew lightly in his ear. When Allen turned his head to the left to say something, Kanda moved his assault to the right, gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of the boy’s shoulder. His captive protested quietly, pulled vigorously at his hands and kicked wildly against him, but there was no real fight in his actions. Kanda’s mouth on him was almost too much. They had known each other’s feelings for each other for far too long a time for him to be happy without touching. Hot electricity seemed to erupt out of whatever place Kanda grazed his lips across, the contrast of his teeth made him tense.

And then Kanda found a nerve. Allen could not stifle the horrible giggle that erupted from his mouth when he touched it, nor could he stop his back from arching backward into the other man’s chest. It was the most horrible and yet enjoyable thing he had ever experienced in his life. Kanda liked that response though, and ran his teeth over that place again, smiled when the boy in his arms laughed hysterically, attempting to wriggle free while simultaneously running out of breath.

“Ka… hee…nda…” Allen whispered as he convulsed as his neck was tickled again. “St-st-st-st-aaah!” He pitched sideways suddenly, lifting his lover’s leg just enough to slip out of his grasp. He twisted his arm also, but Kanda turned with him. In a matter of moments the older Exorcist hand him pressed against the mattress, hands on either side of his head, the blankets twisted up between them. There was no where for him to go, no place or him to turn. But he liked it.

“Che, you realize what today is?” Kanda asked, leaning very, very close to the boy beneath him. Allen looked at him with round, lust-glazed eyes and shook his head. Kanda’s eyes moved to the clock on the wall.

11:59 PM.

“It’s the end of the fifth day, Moyashi-kun. You know what that means?” Kanda let go of his left wrist so he could run his finger across Allen’s lips, up his cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers. Allen was pretty too, when he thought about it.

Allen gave a sly half-smile and took hold of Kanda’s loose shirt collar; ground his hips into Kanda’s. Just doing that was delicious. “Mmhmm. It means I can rape you now.”

Kanda smiled at him angelically, warmth radiating from his eyes. “No, Allen. You can’t rape the willing, remember?”
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The knock on Sable’s door pulled her away from a very entertaining scene in the book she was reading. She didn’t even hear it for a good two minutes she was so engrossed. Because sometimes, two men in the same bathtub was just more important than whatever was actually going on in her room.

An extremely disgruntled Sable answered her door, Invention is the Mother of Necessity dangling in her right hand, her golden hair hanging unbrushed around her shoulders. Her eyes were awake though, a thin layer of perspiration glittered on her brow.

“What?” She snapped. Lavi was standing before her with a surprised expression on his face, green flannel pajamas hanging loosely on his thin frame, the small brown teddy bear under his arm nearly crushed to the point of having its head popped off. His great green eye looked at her almost fearfully and he scuffed his bunny shaped slippers against the floor.

“Erm… Yuu-chan and Moyashi-chan are being noisy and I was trying to sleep… so…”

“Ugh, can you sleep with the light on?”

“Yes...”

“Fine, I’ll not be in the bed, so you can have it.” Sable sighed, turning around and throwing her book into her open suitcase on the floor. All of her things were lined up neatly, every book she had brought with her stacked on the dresser, a few of them looking worse for wear.

“No, if it’s too much trouble, you don’t have to let me in. I mean, I don’t want to impose—”

A great moaning sound could be heard down the hallway, two low voices mingling with each other in harmony.

“I lied. I want to impose.” He shut the door as he followed her into the room, completely drowning out the sounds when he did. “But I’m not taking your bed, that’s too much.”

Sable shrugged and took up a chair by the lamp, pulled up her feet. She was wearing what seemed to be a long blue nightgown underneath of a black wooly bathrobe. He stood there for a moment, just watching her brush her hair and braid it for the evening, wondering why she was up so late at night.

“You can have it; I most likely won’t sleep tonight.” She sighed, attempting to look very amused by her braiding.

“How come?” He asked, taking up the chair beside her. Unlike the two other rooms this one was done with better taste. Dark wood furnishings, dark upholstered chairs, two matching paintings, a bed cover that matched the chairs, and there were none of those horrid wall hangings either.

Sable looped her tie around the end of her braid and tried to smile at him. “Uri isn’t sleeping, so I can’t.” The look of concern he gave her made her fake smile easier, because Lavi looked too serious for his own good like that. “It’s always been like this. If he can’t sleep, I can’t sleep. If I can’t read, he can’t write. I figured it was writer’s block, so I was reading.”

Lavi glanced once again at the collection of books on the dresser, the others in her bag. She might have brought fifty of them with her, if not more. They seemed to span any number of topics as well. Love, hate, science, math, fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, a few biographies – it was the kind of collection a Bookman might carry for both work and pleasure.

“I’m guessing you read a lot, huh?” Oh, that’s one Panda told me to pick up… He thought, still scanning.

Heh, he’s completely forgotten that he came in here to sleep. “You could say that. Uri hasn’t been sleeping much, so I’m reading more than normal.” She reached out and took the book she had been reading out of her bag, sighing yet another time. “I just hope it is writer’s block and not something else that’s keeping him from sleeping.”

“How long has it been?”

“Four days.”

Lavi’s mouth fell open. “And you’re still functioning? Do you have a distant relative named Miranda?”

Sable laughed lightly and pulled her book up so she was looking over the pages at him. “I’m used to it, that’s how I function. Uri and I have always been twins so we’ve always shared sleep patterns. As for Miranda… I’ve met her twice and I don’t really like her. I don’t think.”

“Why not?”

Sable rolled her eyes and opened her book, but her eyes didn’t look at it. “She thinks I read sex books.” She was glaring at the page in front of her like it had just said something very rude. “The woman has never read a love story in all her life, if you ask me. And her face makes me tired.”

Lavi almost laughed at her downcast expression. She seemed very defensive of her love stories as she called them, and he wasn’t about to ask why exactly that was. In fact, he’d rather he never find out why. It was just creepy. And the Miranda comment wasn’t something he was about to argue. That woman would make anyone tired if they watched her cry and cry and smile and shriek and cry everyday in the Order. But she was slowly learning to control her failure-complex.

The room filled with a less-than-awkward silence for a few moments, and he suddenly became aware of just how tired he really was.

“I suggest you go to bed now, Lavi-chan.” Sable said with a sigh.

“How come?”

“Because they’re going to be loud enough to keep you awake in here in a few minutes.”
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El fin! I know what you’re thinking, I think. Something like “NIAMH! You mean, mean woman! How dare you get Allen and Kanda that far and then switch to Lavi and a freakin’ OC!” -- or at least that’s what I hope you’re thinking. :D

Also! Thank you reviewers! I love you lots!! And even if you just read and don’t review, it’s still great to have you :D //hearts