FIC: Dawn of the night - The 8th night - Fear of death
Title: Dawn of the night - The 8th night: Fear of death
Author: Anae
Beta: Azrax (Thankies, dear.)
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters/pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: overall M/NC-17, this one R
Spoilers: overall thorough the manga
Disclaimer: Still don't own.
Summary: Kanda understands just how fragile an uncursed body is.
Important note: These are series of one-shots, but together, they make one whole fic, going through all the manga/anime there is at the moment, showing how both Lavi and Kanda changed during the war and what happened to their relationship.
A/N: Chapter 8 already? My gosh. And still a good way to go. About this chapter... I proves my inability things as shortly as I plan them to be. But hey, we have some p0rn, just as promised. But that's with a plot... Somekind of a plot, at least. Hope you enjoy, and don't be scared to drop a comment! (And by the way, this isn't the first time characters decided to what they wanted, but it was the first time inanimate object decided to do that. Ah well, maybe I can't count it as good thing? Maybe?)
The 8th night: Fear of death
““We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
When Lavi wakes up, cracking one green eye open, for a second, he feels nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he sees barely anything, too. It’s quite dark, morning light hasn’t arrived yet, and the roof above doesn’t look familiar. Just where the hell is he?
In order to find out the answer, Bookman junior tries to rise from the bed - tries being the keyword - and yelps as pain comes in waves, suffocating and real. In seconds, there’s a figure beside him, gripping his shoulder, snarling: “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
There’s no way Lavi doesn’t recognize that voice. “Yuu?” he asks, and is about to ask what exactly is going on, where he is and why, but before he can do so, another wave of pain comes, bringing back the memories as well.
Akuma. Somehow it managed to injure him, three deep cuts - deep enough to see the bone - running from his abdomen up to ribs - too much blood lost, broken ribs and some internal damage were enough to send him to the world of unconscious.
Kanda must’ve destroyed the Akuma and carried him out of the battlefield, and gotten a doctor to look at him afterwards. In short, this is some random inn, he’s more or less high on drugs and the sun is about to rise. Understanding situation better now, Lavi’s eye is focused when he looks at the exorcist.
Kanda looks physically fine, even if he had to get some serious injuries too, but then again, his body heals itself. But despite the healing abilities, the other youth looks pale, battered and tired. Lavi shifts slowly, carefully, so that he can sit his back against the wall - slow movements sting, but they don’t bring pain like fast ones before.
Moving causes Kanda to let go of Lavi’s shoulder, but he doesn’t move away. Then, for one moment, nothing moves, the world stays still. It’s like an eternity suppressed in those twenty-and-something seconds.
But then Kanda pushes himself up, reaching for his jacket, ready to go to get something for Lavi to eat, now that the other boy is in condition to do so. But before he can get out of the door, Lavi asks: “How long was I out of it?”
“Four days”, he answers, not turning to see the other. He’s happy that Lavi only sees his back; Lavi is quick and good at reading people, after all. Kanda knows that he looks like he hasn’t slept at all during those days, which is the truth - since the doctor left, all he could do was to listen Lavi’s ragged breathing. Of course, he got to clean the horrendous wound and bandage it later again, but it only took moments. Besides that, the only thing to do was to listen - and wait for the breaths to ease or to end.
When he’s out of the room, Kanda leans to the door, closes his eyes and lets out a breath. Then he’s on his way again.
It’s not until much, much later - three or four days - that Lavi drags Kanda to an alley and Kanda is pinning him on the wall, lips sealed on his.
Rain is pouring down hard, leaving them soaking wet, but neither of them can bring themselves to care. They’re only a couple of blocks away from the inn where they are meeting the finder and Bookman - Kanda is to go back to the Order, and Lavi is to follow Bookman, where-ever it may be.
There’s no way to know when they will meet up again - if they will, Kanda finds himself adding, due to the latest notice of how vulnerable an uncursed body is.
By the time Kanda has sent Lavi’s jacket to ground, Lavi has just finished getting Kanda’s belt gone. Opening the buttons and finally pushing the long jacket off from Kanda’s shoulders, Lavi notes - once again - that he hates the exorcist’s complicated clothing. It looks great on him and protects and everything, but why couldn’t it be even a bit simpler?
Those thoughts are quickly disposed of - much like his trousers, dropping to wet ground - since Kanda’s hands are on his butt, finger tracing over the passage, but not pushing in. Then Kanda’s lips are on his, nudging his mouth open, and Lavi happily complies. For once, it’s not a battle of dominance, just licking and tasting and teasing and feeling good.
Then Lavi slides his hand between them, rubbing up and down, making Kanda groan against his mouth. As they pull away for air, Lavi undoes Kanda’s fly, pushes the trousers to wet, wet ground, and touches the exorcist again.
And Kanda whimpers, pressing his face against Lavi’s shoulder, licking the raindrops. He pushes one finger inside, and smiles as the other groans. Soon enough, he pushes another finger in, scissoring and curling, loving the noises Lavi makes. Just like Lavi loves Kanda’s ragged, hot breaths against his skin when he slides his hands up and down, stopping to give feather-light touches to the tip, teasing. Kanda arches against the touch, pressing their bodies closer together.
They both moan as their cocks touch, and Lavi wraps his hand around Kanda’s cock, stroking properly this time. Kanda withdraws his fingers, lips sealing whatever protest Lavi was about to make and his hand moves to front, starting to stroke Lavi in return.
The pace quickens, hands stroking faster and harder, precum mixing between them, their bodies slick with sweat and raindrops and they’re both moaning to the kisses, tasting rain and saliva and something all different together, and then waves of pleasure become overwhelming, and they come.
They stay still for a good while, trying to catch their breaths; Lavi’s back resting against the wall, Kanda’s head on his shoulder, hands on his chest. Lavi can’t help but stroke Kanda’s back. His touch is light and kind, almost caring. Kanda shivers despite himself - the hand is warm compared to the cruel, cold raindrops that somehow remind him of blood gushing from the open wound.
Lavi knows that it would be best for him to stay silent, but he’s tired of silence. “Yuu”, he calls, not getting any kind of answer, but goes still forward. “Did you think I was going to die?”
If Kanda opens his eyes and looks at the ground, he knows he’s bound to see a lotus.
Kanda shivers again.
“Yes.”
It’s one simple word, but it carries over so much more. Lavi knows that now he really should keep his mouth shut, since Kanda clearly isn’t exactly himself. It probably is the fact that Kanda hasn’t slept well during the time Lavi’s been awake - nightmares, Lavi knows but doesn’t ask about the contents, he has a feeling he doesn’t even want to know - and the junior Bookman has a feeling that Kanda didn’t sleep at all when he was unconscious.
So, staying silent would be the best and smartest option, but he wants to know if he isn’t the only one struggling. He takes a deep breath and speaks. “How did you feel?”
Kanda stiffens, and finds he cannot bear to look Lavi in the eye, so instead he looks at the lotus on feet.
Worried.
Scared.
Alone.
Instead of saying anything, he growls, pushes himself away and starts collecting his wet clothes. They’re terribly late, tired and soaked wet, and they cannot afford Lavi to get sick again.
Without turning, he simply says: “Let’s get going."
Author: Anae
Beta: Azrax (Thankies, dear.)
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters/pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: overall M/NC-17, this one R
Spoilers: overall thorough the manga
Disclaimer: Still don't own.
Summary: Kanda understands just how fragile an uncursed body is.
Important note: These are series of one-shots, but together, they make one whole fic, going through all the manga/anime there is at the moment, showing how both Lavi and Kanda changed during the war and what happened to their relationship.
A/N: Chapter 8 already? My gosh. And still a good way to go. About this chapter... I proves my inability things as shortly as I plan them to be. But hey, we have some p0rn, just as promised. But that's with a plot... Somekind of a plot, at least. Hope you enjoy, and don't be scared to drop a comment! (And by the way, this isn't the first time characters decided to what they wanted, but it was the first time inanimate object decided to do that. Ah well, maybe I can't count it as good thing? Maybe?)
The 8th night: Fear of death
““We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
When Lavi wakes up, cracking one green eye open, for a second, he feels nothing. Absolutely nothing. And he sees barely anything, too. It’s quite dark, morning light hasn’t arrived yet, and the roof above doesn’t look familiar. Just where the hell is he?
In order to find out the answer, Bookman junior tries to rise from the bed - tries being the keyword - and yelps as pain comes in waves, suffocating and real. In seconds, there’s a figure beside him, gripping his shoulder, snarling: “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
There’s no way Lavi doesn’t recognize that voice. “Yuu?” he asks, and is about to ask what exactly is going on, where he is and why, but before he can do so, another wave of pain comes, bringing back the memories as well.
Akuma. Somehow it managed to injure him, three deep cuts - deep enough to see the bone - running from his abdomen up to ribs - too much blood lost, broken ribs and some internal damage were enough to send him to the world of unconscious.
Kanda must’ve destroyed the Akuma and carried him out of the battlefield, and gotten a doctor to look at him afterwards. In short, this is some random inn, he’s more or less high on drugs and the sun is about to rise. Understanding situation better now, Lavi’s eye is focused when he looks at the exorcist.
Kanda looks physically fine, even if he had to get some serious injuries too, but then again, his body heals itself. But despite the healing abilities, the other youth looks pale, battered and tired. Lavi shifts slowly, carefully, so that he can sit his back against the wall - slow movements sting, but they don’t bring pain like fast ones before.
Moving causes Kanda to let go of Lavi’s shoulder, but he doesn’t move away. Then, for one moment, nothing moves, the world stays still. It’s like an eternity suppressed in those twenty-and-something seconds.
But then Kanda pushes himself up, reaching for his jacket, ready to go to get something for Lavi to eat, now that the other boy is in condition to do so. But before he can get out of the door, Lavi asks: “How long was I out of it?”
“Four days”, he answers, not turning to see the other. He’s happy that Lavi only sees his back; Lavi is quick and good at reading people, after all. Kanda knows that he looks like he hasn’t slept at all during those days, which is the truth - since the doctor left, all he could do was to listen Lavi’s ragged breathing. Of course, he got to clean the horrendous wound and bandage it later again, but it only took moments. Besides that, the only thing to do was to listen - and wait for the breaths to ease or to end.
When he’s out of the room, Kanda leans to the door, closes his eyes and lets out a breath. Then he’s on his way again.
It’s not until much, much later - three or four days - that Lavi drags Kanda to an alley and Kanda is pinning him on the wall, lips sealed on his.
Rain is pouring down hard, leaving them soaking wet, but neither of them can bring themselves to care. They’re only a couple of blocks away from the inn where they are meeting the finder and Bookman - Kanda is to go back to the Order, and Lavi is to follow Bookman, where-ever it may be.
There’s no way to know when they will meet up again - if they will, Kanda finds himself adding, due to the latest notice of how vulnerable an uncursed body is.
By the time Kanda has sent Lavi’s jacket to ground, Lavi has just finished getting Kanda’s belt gone. Opening the buttons and finally pushing the long jacket off from Kanda’s shoulders, Lavi notes - once again - that he hates the exorcist’s complicated clothing. It looks great on him and protects and everything, but why couldn’t it be even a bit simpler?
Those thoughts are quickly disposed of - much like his trousers, dropping to wet ground - since Kanda’s hands are on his butt, finger tracing over the passage, but not pushing in. Then Kanda’s lips are on his, nudging his mouth open, and Lavi happily complies. For once, it’s not a battle of dominance, just licking and tasting and teasing and feeling good.
Then Lavi slides his hand between them, rubbing up and down, making Kanda groan against his mouth. As they pull away for air, Lavi undoes Kanda’s fly, pushes the trousers to wet, wet ground, and touches the exorcist again.
And Kanda whimpers, pressing his face against Lavi’s shoulder, licking the raindrops. He pushes one finger inside, and smiles as the other groans. Soon enough, he pushes another finger in, scissoring and curling, loving the noises Lavi makes. Just like Lavi loves Kanda’s ragged, hot breaths against his skin when he slides his hands up and down, stopping to give feather-light touches to the tip, teasing. Kanda arches against the touch, pressing their bodies closer together.
They both moan as their cocks touch, and Lavi wraps his hand around Kanda’s cock, stroking properly this time. Kanda withdraws his fingers, lips sealing whatever protest Lavi was about to make and his hand moves to front, starting to stroke Lavi in return.
The pace quickens, hands stroking faster and harder, precum mixing between them, their bodies slick with sweat and raindrops and they’re both moaning to the kisses, tasting rain and saliva and something all different together, and then waves of pleasure become overwhelming, and they come.
They stay still for a good while, trying to catch their breaths; Lavi’s back resting against the wall, Kanda’s head on his shoulder, hands on his chest. Lavi can’t help but stroke Kanda’s back. His touch is light and kind, almost caring. Kanda shivers despite himself - the hand is warm compared to the cruel, cold raindrops that somehow remind him of blood gushing from the open wound.
Lavi knows that it would be best for him to stay silent, but he’s tired of silence. “Yuu”, he calls, not getting any kind of answer, but goes still forward. “Did you think I was going to die?”
If Kanda opens his eyes and looks at the ground, he knows he’s bound to see a lotus.
Kanda shivers again.
“Yes.”
It’s one simple word, but it carries over so much more. Lavi knows that now he really should keep his mouth shut, since Kanda clearly isn’t exactly himself. It probably is the fact that Kanda hasn’t slept well during the time Lavi’s been awake - nightmares, Lavi knows but doesn’t ask about the contents, he has a feeling he doesn’t even want to know - and the junior Bookman has a feeling that Kanda didn’t sleep at all when he was unconscious.
So, staying silent would be the best and smartest option, but he wants to know if he isn’t the only one struggling. He takes a deep breath and speaks. “How did you feel?”
Kanda stiffens, and finds he cannot bear to look Lavi in the eye, so instead he looks at the lotus on feet.
Worried.
Scared.
Alone.
Instead of saying anything, he growls, pushes himself away and starts collecting his wet clothes. They’re terribly late, tired and soaked wet, and they cannot afford Lavi to get sick again.
Without turning, he simply says: “Let’s get going."