The Fine Line

Niamh is long winded.

I don’t know D.Gra-man.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS LONG AND JAM PACKED WITH HOMOSEXUALITY! MAN SEX! MAN-LOVIN’! YAOI! SHOUNEN-AI!
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The Rest of Christmas

Lavi tapped the side of his head as he watched Sable vacuum her plate with her mouth. He hadn’t particularly planned on watching her eat, but it had happened that way. After all, if a big mound of assorted food didn’t make her able to traverse the distance from the cafeteria to her room and he left, who would carry her?

“By je vay,” She said around a rather sticky blob of rice. “I’f gut ya prejent imv meh bag ip ya wont ip.”

After all the time they had been together in Sweden he knew what this meant: ‘By the way, I’ve got you a present in my bag if you want it.’

I am now well versed in the language of food-talk.

“Aw, Sabe-chan you shouldn’t have!”

“Buf I did.”

“Heh…”

She mimed with her hands that she would simply bring it with her to the little get together, and he nodded with a serious lack of enthusiasm.
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Kanda wasn’t going to argue with that bottle of oil. He wasn’t going to argue with the white haired boy bowing to him either. If this was Allen’s gift, Kanda wasn’t going to send it back for the sake of Lenalee’s little party – it would be horribly rude. So he dropped the belt and the honey and cupped his hand around the base of his lover’s skull and pulled him up into a kiss. What else was he supposed to do? Stand there waiting? No. So he kissed him mightily, dragging his tongue across Allen’s lips and letting his other hand come up to touch his smooth cheek, trying to memorize the feel of that skin against him.

If he’s giving me himself, Kanda thought lingeringly, He should never have to regret it.

Allen almost dropped the bottle. Kanda kissed him so deeply, so strongly, that he felt his knees knock together with the force of it. A shiver shot up his spine when his lover’s fingers graced the bottom of his back, their slight pressure guiding his hips forward until he was standing upright, his chest mere inches from Kanda’s.

When their lips parted the older man did not pause to look at him and study the blush on his face nor did he give Allen time to ask what was next. Instead he kissed again, sweeping his smaller lover away with his touch, allowing his fingers to slide to the top Allen’s collar and begin undoing the buttons of his jacket. The British boy touched his chest but did not go near the buttons – he could feel the Japanese man’s heartbeat, smell his flowery scent, taste his almost salty quality, and even though he wanted more he would not take it. Kanda was running things now. Unless Kanda told him to, he would leave those buttons alone.

When the coat fell away to the floor Kanda stopped his slow exploration of Allen’s mouth and pulled back to look at him, his hands came to rest on either of his shoulders. The boy looked up at him expectantly, a blush on his pale cheeks, his hair falling lazily around his eyes, a small smile curling at the edge of his lips. He looked like a mischievous seraphim, a halo of light reflecting off of his hair.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re beautiful?” Kanda asked fondly, caressing the side of his face.

Allen gave a small chuckle and leaned into the larger man’s chest. “No, but I called you pretty.”

“Che, are you trying to hide your blush in my shoulder?”

“No, I was aiming for your hair.”

Kanda laughed. “I can hardly rape you when you’re smothering yourself in my shirt, Moyashi.”

“You couldn’t rape me if I wasn’t.”

“Oh?” He let his left hand trace Allen’s side until it came to his hip, which he proceeded to take in his grip and force against him, eliciting a small whimper in response. “Is that a challenge, Moyashi?” There was no denying the slight hardness he felt pressed against him, or Allen’s suddenly slack jaw. “Because I’d like to try.”

Allen giggled, wagged a finger at him almost as if he were scolding a child. “You forget one key fact, Love.”

“If you say that I can’t rape the willing, I’m going to prove otherwise.”

“Hee,” Allen grinned at him.

Kanda placed both arms around him and heaved him into the air momentarily as he turned around toward the bed, plopping him down on it in much the same way he had deposited his dirty clothes into the hamper. Allen hung on though, so when he fell on the mattress Kanda followed him shortly after, surprise and gravity carrying him down on top of his lover. The younger Exorcist smiled at the older; Kanda glowered at him with twinkling eyes, fully aware that Allen was right about his correction. It wouldn’t matter if Kanda took the boy and leaned him over the bed frame without asking – he was willing to do it so long as Kanda was.

Carefully he rolled off of him, propped himself up on his right arm and looked down at Allen. Allen waited for whatever would come next, a blank slate of expectancy on his face. At an agonizingly slow rate Kanda started on his shirt buttons, tracing his fingers down the newly exposed flesh as he went, all the while watching the learning grow in Allen’s eyes. Where his lover thought that his rhythm was off, his technique questionable, he thought that Allen went about things too quickly. Yes, he wanted to get to the good part, and yes, he liked the good part, but what was good about the part good was getting there – or at least it was in his mind.

“Love,” Allen said when his shirt was hanging open off of his arms. “Are we going to be done with this by New Years?”

The Japanese man frowned at him. “Patience,” He explained, running his hand back up his lover’s skin and crossing sideways to tickle the nub of a nipple, “Is something you have lacked until this point. I thought I’d teach you a few of its disciplines.”

Allen narrowed his eyes at him. “Yes, and I’ll teach you a few things about premature ejaculation.”

Kanda snorted at him, grinned so that his straight white teeth shown in the lamplight. “Che, there is only one cure for that, Moyashi-kun.” He leaned forward to kiss him lightly, gave a small flick with his tongue. “And that is to do it again many, many, many more times.”

Allen smiled even as he feigned a groan of discontent. “Get on with it then!”

His lover hunched over him as he pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, gently drew his tongue from the soft place below Allen’s ear to the hollow of his throat, feeling his lover shiver the entire time. He could see his hands twist in the blankets as he nibbled lightly, could feel him arch his back ever so slightly at the contact. The more he watched and felt the more he realized that all of Allen’s reactions were under his control, that he could make him gasp if he bit to strongly, could make him moan if he let his fingers traverse the distance between navel button and pants more than twice, could make him clench his fists if he so much as touched his neck with his tongue. It reminded him of dancing; guiding his partner through the movements he desired in order to form a masterpiece in the end. He silently decided that he would use these things to his advantage, make them into a natural pattern that would end with a very happy, very satisfied little Moyashi.

He pushed Allen’s shirt off.

And all the while, Allen thought he was going to die. While Kanda was studying his reactions to every bit of contact he was trying to suppress them, trying not to push the other man off and pin him down, rip off his clothes, and have his way with him. It took all of his will not too, and then some. When his belt came off his hand went up and touched Kanda’s face of its own accord, but the Japanese man glared at him when that happened. He just blinked questioningly, letting his fingers run slowly to the back of his hair so he could pull out the ribbon that held those ebony tresses.

“What?” He asked innocently. It was hard to do anything innocently when he was breathing raggedly.

“Baka, Moyashi-kun.” Kanda spat, taking Allen’s left hand – the one that was gliding through his hair, and pushing it upward. “That’s something else patience can teach you – self control.” With a nimbleness of fingers Allen could hardly imagine possessing he looped Allen’s belt around his wrist and the iron bed frame. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the black metal frame was indeed well suited for this sort of thing. The metal itself was arranged to look like flowers and leaves, with an arching branch over them, smaller twigs shooting from the main limb at calculated intervals. With the belt hooked around Allen’s left wrist and the bar he could shift his arm back and forth perhaps six inches either way. When Kanda forced his right hand through the same loop that distance shrank to nearly nothing, but it still wasn’t good enough for him. So he wrapped first his wrists, then the bar, then came back down again through the same loop he had made – buckled it just so that Allen couldn’t reach it no matter how hard he tried. All the while Allen whined that he had learned his lesson and wouldn’t touch him anymore – Kanda ignored him.

“Love, I know that I gave you a belt but you don’t have to use it,” He protested, doing all he could to try and reach the buckle with his fingers.

“Che, should I use mine and the one you gave me on your ankles then?” Kanda raised a questioning eyebrow at his struggling lover.

Allen narrowed his eyes at him. “Yes, because I can not only magically warp out of my pants but I can also get rid of my own desires using my toes.”

Kanda laughed at him, leaned down to start his slow caressing again. All of Allen’s responses were the same as before, though they were growing slowly in intensity, the bump in his pants getting larger with every passing moment. It wasn’t until Allen bent his legs and lifted his hips at his lover that Kanda began to wonder if maybe the other belts were indeed a good idea. He decided against it though, because if he teased too much it wouldn’t be fun for Allen anymore.

The British boy sighed in relief when his pants were gone. But just having them off wasn’t enough – he wanted Kanda. What annoyed him most though was that there he was, completely naked, and the older man was fully clothed. He made to say something about that but his lover had other ideas. Kanda’s mouth came down firmly on his as his right hand played gently with his arousal, making him moan into his lips, which then allowed his lover to slip a no longer shy tongue into him, penetrating with a ferocity that made his blood roar. If he had been paying more attention to what was going on outside of his own body he might have noticed Kanda was taking off his own clothes in a rather frantic manner. He wasn’t ambidextrous like Allen was, so going about it left handed made the going slower.

When the kiss broke Allen was breathless and Kanda was shirtless. Allen had given up trying to control his vocal chords anymore. “Love,” He half-whispered. “Touch me.”

Kanda smiled at him crookedly. “Ah, Moyashi-kun,” His left hand came back to the boy’s hip, pressing him down as he sank down onto the bed, placing a slow line of kisses down his stomach. “If I do that, you won’t ever learn patience.” He pressed his lips onto his lover’s thighs, inwardly grinning when he whimpered again, small pleas falling from his lips at the lack of satisfaction. Knowing full well what Allen would do he traced the outside of his leg at the same time and managed a sound of disappointment when he threw his hips forward, moaning for Kanda’s touch.

In a feat of limberness that would make most gymnasts proud, he reached without leaving the bed for the second belt, captured it between his toes and pulled it up onto the bed with them. It amused him mildly to think that just a few moments before he had decided against this and now he was going back on his word. But what else was there? At this rate Allen was going to take control without even realizing it.

Allen didn’t understand what was going on until he realized that the electrical heat around his middle had stopped swirling and he could no longer lift himself with his bent right leg. He realized then that Kanda was standing at the end of the bed, securing his left ankle in the same manner, a look of determination on his beautiful features. “Kanda…” He said pleadingly. “This is hardly fair…”

The Japanese man crawled onto the mattress again, placing a warm hand on the side of his face and kissing him kindly, undoing the top button of his pants as he did so. “Che, tell me this, Moyashi,” The hand that wasn’t on Allen’s face gently grazed his erection, making the boy’s eyes go wide. “If you weren’t tied down right now, what would you be doing?”

“You.” He half growled the word as Kanda’s hand passed over him again.

“Exactly. Sometimes, it’s better to make someone wait.”

And then it struck him. It wasn’t that Kanda liked tying Allen to the bed; it wasn’t that he enjoyed having control; it was that he had wanted to it to last longer. Allen blinked for a moment, his lusty mind taking a bit longer than normal to comprehend what that meant. He had lacked patience. He had always wanted to give as much pleasure as he could as fast as he could – it had never occurred to him that the frustration beforehand could make it better in the end.

“Che, you get it now, ne?”

He rolled his hips and turned his lips down in an almost childish frown. “That doesn’t make waiting easier…”

His lover kissed his neck softly, finishing with his pants as he did. Lesson learned, he thought with an inward sigh. Now, for the good part.

He was thankful that Allen had dropped the bottle of oil on the bed (and he snickered a little when he realized that it was half empty). He watched Allen’s eyes light up like a pair of candles when he picked it up, watched him make suggestive glances in the direction of his phallus. If Kanda hadn’t already decided that now was the time, he would have made him wait longer because of that – but he wasn’t that sadistic.

Instead he pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured oil into his palm, coating himself with it until he thought the amount sufficient. He then started with his fingers, careful but not as careful as before, he kept his left hand on Allen’s erection, trailing slow lines from top to bottom and back again, watching the expression on his lover’s face as he did so.

“Don’t—be—so careful,” Allen gasped as his hips gave an involuntary convulsion. When he did that he pressed Kanda’s fingers into him until they came into contact with the thing they quested for; he trembled and moaned at the sensation. Kanda smiled. If Allen didn’t want careful he wouldn’t get careful, because now that the lesson was learned there really was no point to patience. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees, positioned himself so that he was in the place he needed to be, just outside of Allen. He looked down at the pair of silver eyes that looked up at him eagerly, pleading with him silently to do this.

“If I hurt you—”

“Kanda. Rape me.”

“Che,” And so he forged ahead, his breath catching in his throat when Allen’s eyes pressed shut, his breath hissing into him half in pain. But the younger boy knew that he had asked for it, and even as it hurt Kanda hit the place that filled his whole being with pleasure. He was perfectly unaware of the sound he made when he threw his head back, even more oblivious to the fact that he continued to make it the harder his lover pounded into him, the more pleasure rippled through him. Before long there was nothing but that good feeling and Kanda’s eyes, both rendering any sense of discomfort or fear moot.

And, to top it all off, Kanda’s rhythm fit him perfectly.

Allen found his peak first and Kanda followed shortly after, both of them released giant sighs and went limp upon the mattress, breathing hard. After a few moments of recovering Allen turned his head to his lover, a dreamy smile on his face.

“Love,” He said quietly.

“Hm,” Kanda’s face was long behind a curtain of hair, his sapphire eyes closed while he caught his breath.

“That was magnificent.”

Kanda chuckled, reached out to pull himself closer to his lover.

“Also, could you unbelt my wrists? I can’t stay here all day…”

Beneath his vale of hair Kanda smiled evilly. “Che, Baka Moyashi,” He put his palm on Allen’s chest, dragging it back and forth slowly. “Christmas isn’t over yet.”
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“My goodness you two are late!” Lenalee chimed when she opened her door. Allen glared at Kanda from beneath his wet hair and Kanda gave Lenalee his best I-will-kill-you-momentarily stare. She didn’t seem to care though, because she just smiled at both of them and opened the door wider.

Lavi was already sitting on the edge of the bed, Sable sitting on the floor with a book in her hands, slowly being consumed by it. The two gave less than enthusiastic waves as the newly showered couple came in and took up the last two remaining chairs by the door, holding hands.

“Gees, Yullen-chan what kept you?” Lavi chimed, grinningly.

“Kanda.”

“Allen.”

The younger glared at the older. Kanda failed at looking innocent.

Sable looked up from her book momentarily, giving either of them a slight lift of her eyebrows. “They were busy with presents,” She said vaguely. Lenalee, who had taken up the edge of the bed next to Lavi, grinned at the two of them as if she absolutely knew what that meant. But instead of squealing or glomping or even going mildly fangirl on them, she pulled a camera from the folds of her skirt.

“Could you two do us a favor,” She tilted her head, smiling yet broader, “And just be cute for a second?”

The two looked at each other for a moment, one of Kanda’s eyebrows pushed itself over the other, Allen just glowered at him. “Che, don’t you want to sit on Santa’s lap, Moyashi-kun?”

Allen squeezed his hand and pointed with his free hand, his face changing quickly to the color a beat. “You think that’s funny, don’t you?! You’re lucky I can sit on a plush chair – let alone your lap!” He was so loud he didn’t even notice the looks he was getting. Lavi’s eye was as round as a saucer dish, Lenalee held her camera in front of her slightly open mouth, fighting a sudden urge to whoop. Sable stoically turned a page in her book. “Four times!? What the hell Kanda?! It’s not like I’ve done that to you ever!”

The Japanese man blinked at him for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile. “Che, you weren’t complaining much then, were you Moyashi?”

Silence.

“You liked it. Furthermore, if I recall correctly, it was you who challenged me,” He leaned toward the smaller boy, a lock of ebony hair falling down in front of his left eye. “Mo~ya~shi~kun…”

Allen sighed, his half-indignant anger running out of him like water through a strainer. He couldn’t be mad at Kanda anymore, not when he was looking at him with those half-apologetic, half-sexy, half-mocking, (that’s too many halves…) eyes and said his name like that. It was like trying to be mad a kitten that had peed in his favorite shoes. “Ok… I forgive you…” He leaned forward himself, closing his eyes as they met over the arms of their chairs, hands intertwined, kissing deeply. The British boy did not falter when Kanda stealthily slipped his tongue between his lips.

They did falter, however, when a shutter clicked.

“Aw, that’s one for the photo album…” Lenalee chimed.

“Che.”

“Anyhoo!” Lavi cheered, standing. “Time for presents!”

“Yay…” Sable didn’t even look up.

She’s a barrel of happiness these days…

“Hand out your gifts!” He continued, pointing at each of them. Lenalee handed him the large lump wrapped in paper almost at once, gave the box to Sable, and offered Kanda and Allen the two remaining bags. Sable pulled four boxes from beneath the bed, each one differently sized. The smallest she gave to Lavi, a long, narrow one went to Kanda, and a short square one went to Allen. Lenalee got a large rectangle, which she grinned at.

“Those are kind of from both Lavi and I,” Sable said, sitting back against Lenalee’s bookshelf. “Being we shopped together.”

Kanda and Allen were quiet for a moment, not looking at anything. “We… erm…I…” Allen tried.

“Che, you get the same thing as last year.”

That made Lavi smile. “Aw! Yay!” He dashed across the room and wrapped his arms around Kanda, giving him a full on frontal hug – the kind that normally would have resulted in having Mugen lifted to his throat.

“Lavi,” It was Allen who spoke. The redhead looked at him to see stars of danger burning in his silver eyes, jealousy burning on his cheeks. “What are you doing?”

“Uh… ugh…” He blithered for a moment, withering beneath that powerful gaze. “When Yuu-chan doesn’t get me anything I get a threat-free hug and then we get to braid his hair. It’s been that when sense we were six.” He smiled at the bemused look on Allen’s face. “Isn’t it adorable?”

Kanda hit him on the top of the head with just enough force to knock him to the ground. “Hug time over.”

“Aww… I didn’t even get to nuzzle!”

“Next…” Sable groaned. “Everyone just open them at once, ‘kay? Get things over with.”

“You have no sense of suspense…”

“Sure I do. I am forever anticipating the moment Kanda drives you through with Mugen.”

“So cold…”

“Rip!”

The room was filled with the sound of shredding paper and disintegrating boxes as the five tore into their gifts, exclamations of glee and horror filling the small room as each gift materialized from its packaging. Sable received a book from Lenalee, the subject matter of which made them wink at each other. Lavi received a large orange blanket, which he proceeded to hug. Allen and Kanda both found photo albums in their bags, which was somewhat curious.

It was then they moved on to the gifts from Lable.

Lenalee found within her box a large shawl, black, embroidered with silver roses across the bottom. She was very happy to have it. Lavi discovered that Sable had bought him a small amount of silky pink rope that was somehow covered is yellow bunnies, which made him blush and made her talk about how he had had rope on his mind. It was horribly awkward. And then – when they were nearly finished – Allen opened his package.

First there was a card, hand written, that read: To be worn for Yuu-chan, and under no other circumstances. Beneath it was a pair of black cat ears and a pin on tail – which he proceeded to cover back up again and hide under his chair. Kanda only demanded that he see them twice before Sable explained what they were anyways. His reaction was shocked silence.

The last box to be opened was perhaps the most dramatic, because everyone wondered what long thin object would go with Allen’s cat ears. With an air of stoic indifference Kanda ripped it apart, smiled when the gift fell silently into his lap. Slowly he picked up it up again, wrapping his fingers around the black handle and turning it over so he could study it more closely. Allen scratched his head at the odd object, his mind struggling to comprehend what exactly he was looking at.

“What’s it for?” He asked in a quiet voice, the sinister grin that split Kanda’s face striking fear into his soul.

“Well, Moyashi-kun,” Kanda turned to him, brandishing a feathered end. “Do you remember our war?”
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Done! And I’m sorry that it was freakishly long. There was a LOT to do in a chapter :D

I love you readers! And happy holidays! XD