The Fine Line

So I was thinking about coming up with a way to introduce an author’s note that doesn’t require the words ‘woot!’ ‘hey!’ ‘yo!’ ‘ah!’ or ‘look!’.

Thus far, I have found nothing but ‘so.’

Now, on with the story! And the disclaimer! And the warning!

Disclaimer of Darkness: I don’t own D.Gray-man. If I did…Fou would have real shorts, not that funky-ass butt-plate.

WARNING: LOTS OF MAN-LOVIN’. (Though you should know this by now…)
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Of Pants and War

The woman who took their order had to go back and get a pad of paper halfway through Sable’s request. She then promptly ran off to tell the cook what he had to make, forgetting to take Lavi’s order in the process. The red head sank low in his chair, resting his head against the table and sighing deeply. Was it too much to ask to have someone notice him for once?

Sable tapped at the table with her fork, an odd feeling coming over hear. Just seconds ago she had felt that it was just another day like any other day, things were going to be normal and happy, and they were going to get on a train to go back to the Order. But now she thought otherwise. Her stomach clenched every so often and her forehead ached vaguely, like Uri was failing at using his powers or something.

I wonder if I should look for him, She thought, seeing her face reflected on the surface of her water. What’s the worst I could find?

“Why do you look like your going to faint?” Lavi frowned at his table partner.

She put her cup down and sighed, the fight went out of her with the air. “I don’t know, but I kinda feel like I’m going to.” She blinked a few times as she looked for sparkles against her eyelids, touched her forehead to see if it felt warm. Yeah, like anyone can tell when they have a fever.

“Maybe you should lie down?”

She shook her head and wet her lips with a dry tongue. “No, I’ll be fine. I just kind of feel…”

“What?”

Kind of like I’m dying, She thought immediately. And I’m sorry for not saying something. And I have to die. “Like there’s something wrong with half of me.” As the words left her mouth they seemed to gather meaning. “Part of me is…breaking.”

Lavi studied Sable’s face as she spoke, the lines of which took on a new depth. He had never seen her falter before and the sight was slightly more frightening than he thought it would be; she always seemed so indifferent that fear was like a vale across her countenance, blocking out her normal cynicism like a cloud in front of a rather meek sun.

“Is there…anything that I can do?” His voice pulled her eyes up but did not redirect her thoughts. Even though she knew that physically nothing was wrong with her she could still vaguely taste blood in her mouth, feel something hard against her back. Lavi would not be able to change that. He would not be able to break the bound that made her experience such things. He would not understand regardless of how much he knew.

“Yes,” She did all she could to smile at him, but it was still a sorry attempt. “Stop staring at me and order something.”
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Kanda felt Allen surrender to him almost as soon as it happened, though it took him an instant to comprehend it. The boy beneath him suddenly became responsive to every touch, understanding of every glance and sigh, almost as if he understood that Kanda wasn’t going to sit back this time. He found himself leaning very low, taking Allen’s hand in his, capturing his mouth and refusing to let go even when his lungs were burning.

He liked having control.

Allen sucked in air when their lips parted, amazement and fear mingling with his excitement. His heart pounded like a hammer against his ribs, his lips itched to be kissed again, and his mind reeled at the feeling of Kanda pressing on him, holding him down. It was completely different than before. Completely new. He felt like his body had become an extension of Kanda’s, that he did his lover’s bidding regardless of what he wanted; his hips rose to meet Kanda’s as he tried to will them to stillness, his throat gave a broken moan even as he willed himself not to speak. His actions were not his own. Every moment that passed he grew more frantic from his confinement.

But he liked being confined. As much as he was afraid of it, he enjoyed it.

The older Exorcist traced the line of the younger’s jaw with his fingertips, smiled when he leaned into the touch, biting his lip. There was something in Allen’s eyes that told him this was alright, that he was allowed to do as he pleased for now, that the reluctance in Allen’s face was nothing but the fear of the moment, not fear of the man. But he was still worried. Even if it was physically alright with Allen he wanted to be sure it was mentally and emotionally fine with him, because even the slightest bit of fear could blossom into something terrible.

He bent yet closer, kissing Allen’s neck lightly to the side until he came to his ear. “If I scare you, please stop me.”

The hand in his clenched tightly and the one pressed against his bare chest ran upward across his skin until it came to his cheek. “I like this, Love. I want this.” And as if to encourage him he pulled Kanda onto him, bearing all of his weight on his naked form, “Even if we get gross again,” He laughed.

Kanda pushed himself up slowly until he was looking down at Allen’s silver eyes, his wet hair falling on the pillow next to his face. “You seriously mean that.”

Allen nodded.

“You seriously love me.”

He nodded again, still smiling.

How could I have ever missed it?

“But right now Love I’m about ready to start humping my own pants. Please take them off.” Allen’s tone was not to be argued with (though Kanda thought that he might have laughed a little if not for the urgency), so he started slinking out of them as quickly as he could. The back and forth motion he chose to move the too-tight fabric did not lower the heat between them, indeed it nearly drove Allen mad with yearning. Small whimpers escaped his lips as Kanda accidentally rubbed his growing hardness, sending waves of pleasure shuttering throughout his tiny frame, his hands twining themselves in the sheets. It was bitter sweet agony not to be touched and yet to be touched like that, every passing second he felt that Kanda’s presence alone would drive him over the edge, yet he was not forced so far.

Kanda grinned from ear to ear when he saw that simply brushing his lover would make him gasp excitedly, and his head would lean back into the pillows. When at last the offending garment was out of the way his mouth took to Allen’s collar bone again, his right hand falling to gently caress the places that he had been touched the night before. He wanted to be sure he was ready; to be sure that Allen got as many moments of pleasure as he could before he did anything that might hurt him.

His teasing made Allen seize his shoulders, digging his fingernails into his lover’s flesh. Kanda did not specifically care for that, but he wasn’t about to complain about it. Allen seemed to be enjoying having himself held down, seemed to like it when he bit lightly at his tender flesh, so Kanda wasn’t going to knock a little pain the first time he had tried it.

The fingers fell from him almost instinctively, tracing lines down his chest until they came to his hips and took hold only to let go again, they followed the line of his body until they stopped at his innermost thighs, just inches from the pinnacle of his desire. Allen was too close for him to do what he wanted.

“Anatano te.”

“English, Love.”

“Your hands.” He repeated. “Move them.”

“But I want to touch you, Kanda, please. Let me feel you.” Allen’s eyes were beseeching but Kanda didn’t want that. It has to last longer than that, He thought, sitting up on Allen’s hips and taking hold of his wrists.

“Not yet.”

“Oh, please, please,” Allen pleaded softly as his arms where pushed up over his head and held there in one of Kanda’s. He couldn’t touch his lover with his hands like that. He couldn’t touch himself either. He moaned when Kanda kissed him, his teeth catching the edge of his bottom lip just enough to make him feel it. Allen didn’t know what to do. If he had had a choice he would have placed his hands one on Kanda’s shoulder and the other wound up in his hair, but that wasn’t at option. The silken tresses fell softly across them both, unhindered by his hands. “Please, Love, please.” His voice was ragged as he bucked into the hand that cupped him.

His lover could not tell if he was begging for him to go on or begging him to stop, but in either case he still had words. Kanda did not want words. He redoubled his efforts, dragging his tongue in the most erotic of places as his hand gently took hold of Allen’s erection and he began to stroke it ever so softly.

He could have killed him while he kissed him for being so gentle. Instead he growled deep in his throat, pushing at the hand in his wrists as he lifted himself into the next brush of contact, the growl turning to a moan instantaneously. Every muscle in his body tensed for that moment until he fell away, which caused him to lift himself again. When he did that, Kanda seemed to get the message at last.

Seeing Allen so aroused made self-control nothing but a vague memory for Kanda. He wanted Allen. He wanted Allen to feel as wonderful as he had before. His mind could do nothing to stop his body from taking and giving what he wanted.

The British boy shivered when his arms were at last released and the scent of lilac and rose alerted him to the opening of a rather familiar bottle of oil. A flurry of fear ran through him when he felt Kanda lightly rub his entrance with a fingertip, as gentle as a breath of wind. He had never imagined himself being taken by Kanda, never envisioned being the more submissive of them, but here he was, his hands lost in Kanda’s hair, his mouth open as Kanda traced warm kisses down his neck and chest, his mind amazed at how his body ignored his thoughts. And it felt right. Every part of him screamed that there was nothing wrong with giving in.

His lover pressed his finger in slowly, careful to be as gentle as Allen had been before, if not more so. The pressure of something inside of him was shocking at first; he had to fight the urge to reject Kanda. Kanda returned his attention to Allen’s lips, kissing him aggressively, willing him to forget the intrusion that made him tense. After a few moments the younger boy melted in his arms, comfort winning out over unfamiliarity. The second finger earned Kanda a slight moan that prompt him to nibble lightly on Allen’s lip, drag his palm across his phallus teasingly.

At last Allen was relaxed enough he grabbed Kanda’s neck and pull it toward him, but his attempt at a kiss was ruined when his lover’s fingers found the sensitive place within him, his head fell back as an exclamation of pleasure escaped him.

That was enough for Kanda. It was time to get down to business.

Liberally he applied oil to himself, suddenly aware of just how much he wanted to feel Allen’s warmth, touch his fair skin. With exceeding care he pressed himself into his smaller lover and leaned over him, his lips came down softly on Allen’s forehead, but that was not what Allen wanted; his fingers clasped his lover’s face as he kissed him deeply and slid his hips lower on the mattress. The sliding brought him down on Kanda like a sheath, enclosing him in pressure and heat that made him cry out; Allen made a small sound of displeasure at the sudden intrusion, but he did not push away or back down. Instead he did it again – cueing the other man to take up his slow rhythm with none too gentle thrusts of his hips.

It did not take long for the two of them to find release, this time simultaneously. Kanda’s sapphire eyes took in the image of Allen in that moment, embedded the picture in his mind for all time. Seeing the satisfaction on his soft features made Kanda feel oddly accomplished; he had made Allen make that expression, he had made him call out his name, when he slumped down on the sheets next to his lover it was his presence that made Allen smile crookedly from across their shared pillow.

How come that makes me happy?

Allen chuckled lightly to himself at the expression on Kanda’s face when they were lying next to each other, limbs intertwined. Somehow, despite the circumstances, Kanda still managed to look like he had some horribly deep thought in the back of his mind, turning behind the sleepiness and happiness in his eyes.

Kanda cocked an eyebrow at him, his thoughts returning to the moment at hand. “How was that, Moyashi?”

Allen frowned deeply at him. “You need practice.”

The glare he received sent him bubbling away with giggles. “I’m joking! I’m joking! You were wonderful.” He ran his hand over Kanda’s forehead, brushing the wet hair over his shoulder as his glare did not fade. “Seriously Love; I don’t think I’ve had anyone as good as you.”

“Che, just the thing I want to hear from a virgin.”

“Am not!”

“Heh, not anymore.”

Allen narrowed one eye at the older man and decided that now was the best time to do the unthinkable. With a mischievous wink he attack him, aiming his small fingers at ribs and stomach, violently chasing Kanda from the middle of the bed to the side, tickling as if his life depended on it. He was perhaps a tad over enthusiastic though, as Kanda rolled off of the bed and onto the floor.

“Ah! Kanda!” He exclaimed, as the normally agile man threw himself to the ground, first catching his head on the side of the nightstand. Allen scrambled to the edge of the mattress to see what had become of his lover. A hand reached up over the side and grabbed his wrist, yanked him down onto the carpet. “Eep!”

“Che, do you know what you’ve started, Moyashi?” Kanda asked, pulling him closer.

“N-no…”

“War.”
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“Did you hear something?” Lavi looked up from his plate and cringed.

Sable stopped sucking in her food for a moment to blink at him in confusion. “Did you say something?”

Lavi plopped his fork down and glanced at the stairway that led to the rooms. “Yeah, I thought I heard something go bang.”

“Hm,” She went back to shoveling, “Mushta bin da fimb.”

She’s so ladylike.

“The what?”

Sable’s shoulders slumped as she waved her hands momentarily as she chewed. “Wimv! Zoof!”

“Ooh. Wind. Right.”

“Mmhmm.”

She didn’t look up from her food again until most of it was gone; Lavi kept watching the stairs, waiting for something to come down them and attack them. A number of minutes passed while he watched. But no akuma came, no enemy appeared, and no frightened victim came running. Instead, after a few minutes of silence, he saw something slightly more amusing.

Allen came panting done the stairs in pants that were far too large, the jacket he had borrowed from Kanda hanging open off his shoulders, no shirt beneath it. But the worst thing was the maniacal grin on his face, and his slight lip.

“Mo…yashi-chan?” Lavi asked quietly. The boy spotted them even across the dining area and started for them, ignoring the odd looks he got for wheezing in, half-dressed. He plopped himself down in the chair to Lavi’s right and Sable’s left, holding his chest as he heaved. “What happened? You look beat.”

The white haired boy coughed twice before he had enough strength to speak. “I tickled…Kanda…”

“What?!?!”

“And…now…we’re at war…”

“What?”

“Be… my ally?”

“Huh? Moyashi-chan, is something wrong with Yuu-chan?”

“No… and… he’s…wearing…my pan—” Allen stopped. Lavi followed his eyes to the stairs as Allen’s face turned absolutely pink, his mouth closed. He swallowed hard before he spoke again. “I’m dead.”

And there, standing at the entranceway, was Kanda. Lavi was too distracted to notice the playful glint in his eyes, too amazed to comprehend entirely what he was seeing.

“Moyashi-chan,” He turned slowly to look at Allen, scratching his head in thought. “Are those yours or Yuu’s?”
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DUN-DUN-DUN. Another chapter finished! Ah…this next part is going to be great fun to write, I can’t wait… I have so much fun with this fic! It makes me happy!

And thank you, my dear readers! You make me happy too! Without you I’d most likely feel very much inadequate. Just the thought makes me teary…

Anyhoo! Enough emo-Nia! See ya’ll next chappy!