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Fall Together	By : megageek Category: +. to F > D. Gray Man Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fall Together
- 2-Chapter Two
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The train ride back toward headquarters was exceptionally awkward for both Kanda and Lavi. Neither spoke a word the entire trip, instead focusing their undivided attention on the train cabin's windows. A number of times during the trip, Kanda could feel Lavi's gaze on the back of his head, but he ignored the feeling each time. He couldn't bring himself to talk about what had happened, or what he was feeling as a result of it. He still wasn't sure what he was feeling. Lavi had been so flippant that morning, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Had it meant nothing to him? Kanda didn't want to think about why this possibility bothered him as much as it did.
It was evening when they arrived back at headquarters, worn out from the long train ride and the stress of deliberately ignoring each other for hours on end. As they walked into the vast entryway, they were greeted by a voice calling for them.
"Kanda! Lavi!" Lenalee ran toward them, a huge smile on her face. "Thank goodness! When the Finders returned without you – Kanda, what happened to your coat?"
Kanda crossed his arms, glad that he could now assume his normal, constantly annoyed persona. "We ran into a bit of trouble, but the situation was taken care of," he said without elaborating further.
Lenalee looked slightly puzzled, but decided not to press the matter. She knew that was all she would be getting out of Kanda. "Well, my brother will want to talk to you two about the mission now that you've returned."
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Lavi groaned. "I'm exhausted."
"Sure, sure," Lenalee smiled, turning to walk toward the dining hall. "But I at least want to hear about Denmark. I've never been there, what's it like?"
"Oh, it was great!" Lavi exclaimed. The two of them began walking away, leaving Kanda behind. Watching Lavi's retreating form, all of the emotions that had been stirred up within him, only to be pushed back down, began to well up inside of him again.
"Lavi," he blurted out, much to his own surprise. Lavi turned to face him. Kanda was suddenly very aware that Lenalee was standing beside Lavi, looking between the two of them, as if she could sense that something was not quite normal. He cleared his throat before continuing. "I have some things I'd like to discuss with you regarding the events of the mission," he said carefully. "We...didn't finish our conversation. Could you join me upstairs?"
Lavi looked at him blankly for a moment, then grinned widely. "Of course," he said. He looked to Lenalee and, bowing his head slightly in farewell, said, "I'll catch up with you tomorrow, OK?" Lenalee paused, but then nodded with a small smile and continued on her way, as Lavi followed Kanda in the opposite direction.
The two of them walked silently up the stairs and down the hall to the exorcists' sleeping chambers. Kanda unlocked the door to his room and held it open to allow Lavi to walk in. Once inside, he turned to close the door behind him.
"I did some thinking on the train," Kanda began, but he was interrupted by Lavi turning him around and pushing him against the door. Lavi's lips were on his own in a flash, hard at first, then easing back gently. Without breaking the kiss, Kanda reached back toward the door latch and locked it.
Kanda put his hand on the small of Lavi's back, pulling him as close as possible. Lavi flinched slightly, then relaxed after a split second. Kanda felt Lavi's hand reaching behind his head and tugging at the white ribbon there, and his long hair spilled down his back. Their hips pressed together as fingers brushed against faces and through hair, and tongues danced and twined. Lavi broke away to kiss the side of Kanda's mouth, his cheek, his ear. His mouth lingered there, his lips grazing Kanda's earlobe, his fingers resting on the buttons of Kanda's coat. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered huskily.
Kanda shut his eyes tightly as blood rushed with equal speed up to his face, and down to his lower half. He doubted he could make himself voice it, but at that moment, he didn't want anything else. Rather than swallow his pride and say the words, he grabbed one end of Lavi's scarf and tugged, until it unwrapped itself from his neck and onto the floor.
Lavi unbuttoned Kanda's coat with amazing speed while Kanda was still struggling with Lavi's. Lavi pulled the coat down over Kanda's shoulders, forcing him to pull his arms out as he fumbled with the buttons. Soon two jackets were tossed to the floor and both men clumsily tried to pull the other's shirt over his head. Kanda silently cursed whoever decided the Black Order uniforms should consist of so many layers.
Kanda paused. Looking at Lavi's naked torso, he noticed a large bruise along his side and lower back. Suddenly he recalled the battle with the akuma, and what Lavi had done to protect him. No wonder he had flinched under his touch. Kanda brought his hand toward the bruise, but stopped short of touching it, and clenched his fingers into a fist. He leaned forward, lightly touching his forehead to Lavi's. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
"Why are you sorry?" Lavi smiled. It wasn't a joyful smile, but neither was it sad. "It's not your fault."
"Yes it is."
Lavi laughed. "Stop that," he said, his smile widening. "Being emotional. You're weirding me out." He placed his hand under Kanda's chin, lifting his face up to kiss him again. Kanda closed his eyes and returned the kiss, his feelings of guilt not quite extinguished. He felt Lavi's hands pulling at his belt, and he reached forward to do the same. After kicking off their boots and fiercely tugging at fabric, the two exorcists stood naked, each of them silently wondering what they should do next.
Lavi was the first to move. He wrapped his hand around both of their stiffening members and began stroking up and down, slowly at first and then with greater speed. The friction and motion was unlike anything Kanda had felt before, and he found himself unable to suppress moans and gasps of pleasure. He groaned as Lavi's thumb brushed over the glistening tip; he started to feel a warm coiled-up sensation somewhere behind his spine, and grabbed Lavi's hand to stop him. He didn't want to bring this to an end so quickly. Taking Lavi's hands in his own, he trailed kisses along Lavi's jawline, stepping forward at the same time, forcing Lavi backward until the backs of his knees buckled against the edge of the bed. He fell backward, leaving Kanda standing above him, looking down at the man lying on his bed wearing nothing but an eye patch.
Kanda's eyes darted around his bedroom until they landed on his nightstand. He reached for the bottle of lotion sitting there, popped off the lid, and dipped his fingers into the cold ointment. As he spread the cream over the length of his erection, he noticed that Lavi was grinning at him.
"Why do you have lotion next to your bed?" Lavi asked mischievously.
"Shut up," Kanda muttered, unamused.
"So you'll be ready whenever the mood strikes?" he continued, willfully oblivious to the irritated glare pointed in his direction. "No wonder you're so quick with your hands, you've had so much prac – ahh!" Kanda effectively shut him up by reaching down between Lavi's legs and sticking two fingers inside. He twisted his wrist, sending them further inside, causing Lavi to squirm and moan. "Ah, Yu -- mmmh..." Now Kanda was the one with a grin on his face.
Satisfied, Kanda removed his fingers – Lavi gasped and shuddered – and placed a hand on either side of Lavi's body, leaning down close to him and positioning himself between Lavi's legs. "Ready?" he asked tentatively. Lavi answered with a hard kiss, which Kanda took as a yes. He thrust forward slowly, an inch or so at first. Lavi seethed in pain, and Kanda froze. "Are you...am I hurting you?"
"No, it's – ah!" Lavi clenched his teeth. "OK, yeah, it hurts a little bit, but don't stop," he said, laying his head back.
Kanda nodded and, gently, slowly, pushed forward as far as he could, watching Lavi's face closely the entire time, gauging his reaction. Instead of showing pain, a sound came from the back of Lavi's throat that told Kanda to keep going. Kanda began to quicken his pace, thrusting in and out as Lavi began to buck his hips in rhythm.
"Oh God," Lavi groaned, his voice growing louder with each motion. Kanda could only give a passing thought to whether or not the walls of the castle were thick enough to prevent everyone in the hallway from hearing them. He looked down and saw that Lavi was clutching the bedspread with one hand and stroking himself with the other. Kanda reached down and placed his hand around Lavi's, and, looking him directly in the eye, began moving both of their hands up and down together. Their bodies crashed together as their hands moved together in time, tiny moans and each other's names escaping their mouths.
Lavi's cries became more frantic, until, with a loud gasp, jets of milky white shot onto his stomach. The sensation of Lavi's convulsing body under him was enough to send Kanda over the edge. He made a sound that was not quite a word, as a burning hot pulse of energy exploded inside him, and every muscle in his body tightened and released at the same time.
Kanda paused to catch his breath, then collapsed face-first onto the bed next to Lavi. He turned his head and saw that Lavi was looking at him, his skin glistening from the thin layer of sweat that covered his entire body. He smiled, and Kanda smiled back.
Suddenly, Lavi sat up stepped onto the floor. After taking a moment to stretch his arms toward the ceiling, he walked into the adjoining washroom, closing the door behind him. Kanda could hear the twisting of a faucet and the sound of running water. He turned himself over, laying on his back, and put one hand behind his head. This has been the strangest few days, Kanda thought with a slight smile. A minute or two later, Lavi, now cleaned off, returned to the bedroom and began picking up his clothes from the floor. Kanda sat up, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"Going back to my room," Lavi said, his shirt in his hand.
"But..." Kanda said, his hand reaching out. Lavi turned to look at him. Suddenly uncomfortable, Kanda dropped his hand and cleared his throat. "It's late. You could..." His eyes darted to the floor, the wall, the ceiling, anywhere but Lavi. "...Spend the night here. If you want." The silence that followed was excruciating. He chanced a peek toward Lavi and saw he was smiling.
"I'd like that." Lavi dropped the items he had been retrieving and climbed back onto the bed. Kanda got under the sheets, then continued to hold them up to allow Lavi to take his place beside him.
Lavi laid his head on Kanda's chest and sighed happily. Kanda wrapped one arm behind Lavi's head and around his shoulder, pulling him close. They laid like that without speaking for several minutes, as Lavi twirled his fingers absentmindedly through Kanda's hair. He reached toward Kanda's chest and, tracing the line of the tattoo over his heart, broke the silence. "Yu," he asked quietly, "what does your tattoo mean?"
Kanda immediately went cold. He closed his eyes, and, though he tried to stop it, his mind was flooded with painful memories. His muscles tensed. He found himself feeling angry that Lavi had brought it up, even though he had no way of knowing it was a sore subject. Kanda turned his head to the side, away from Lavi, wrenching his arm away roughly without a word. He could feel Lavi staring at him; he could imagine his confused and hurt face. But it was too soon. He couldn't share that part of himself, not yet. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the mental image of the redhead's face, hoping that he could understand.
. . .
A beam of sunlight fell across Kanda's eyes. He stirred and blinked at the sudden brightness. Turning his glance to his left, he saw the back of Lavi's head on the pillow beside him. He clenched his jaw, suddenly filled with regret over how he had let the previous night end. I should apologize to him, he told himself, even though he knew that he probably wouldn't.
Rolling onto his side, Kanda inched his way closer to Lavi, close enough to feel the warmth coming off of his body. Looking down at Lavi's sleeping face, he gently brushed aside a lock of his hair. He looked so quiet and meek as he slept, it was almost hard to believe that he spent most of his waking hours being a loud, obnoxious nuisance. Kanda sighed. Even so, he was also kind of incredible.
Kanda's eyes drifted to the black patch over Lavi's right eye. He had never seen him without it. How long has he worn that patch? Kanda found himself wondering. What's behind it? Before he realized what he was doing, curiosity had gotten the better of him and he slowly reached toward the patch. Lavi's hand shot up, grasping Kanda's outstretched fingers. The suddenness of the movement surprised Kanda enough to cause him to gasp quietly. Without turning his head toward Kanda, Lavi gave his hand a squeeze, then, after a moment, released it.
We're the same, Kanda realized grimly. Lavi had secrets, secrets that were perhaps as painful as the ones that Kanda held so closely. We're lying right next to each other, but we might as well be miles apart. Kanda put his head back down on the pillow, his eyebrows knit tightly, and stared at the ceiling.
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