[oneshot] Candlelight
Title: Candlelight
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Lavi/Allen
Genre: Angsty-Fluffy-Little Limey
Words: 1,377
Notes: For kay_willow, who gave me the prompt "candlelight". Rating's probably PG-13ish. Set post current chapters, but I blatantly steal a plot point from them and use it for my convenience. :D
There were many things in the world that existed as if they had been created to be together. Kerosene and fire, for instance. Ink and paper. Apples and horses. Kanda and soba.
Rain and matches, however, never made the list.
Shivering, Lavi shook out his uniform coat, flinging water out into the room and prompting a yelp as Allen scrambled to shield the candle. "Lavi!!" He threw a glare the redhead's way.
The Bookman-in-training had the grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, Allen," he replied. He hung the coat over one of the rodent-crippled chairs and rubbed his bare arms vigorously. "Johnny needs to remember, next time, to either make this shit waterproof or gimme sleeves." He glanced around the room, pretending not to see the way his breath began to show on the air. "What a dive."
Allen held his hands carefully over the candle, still in his soaking wet jacket. "I'm sorry about this."
Lavi walked up behind him, and bent over slightly. Allen looked up after a minute. "How in the hell is this your fault?"
The younger boy yanked the wet glove off his left hand and thrust it into Lavi's face. The redhead straightened a bit, pursing his lips. "That was that freaky skull-thing's fault."
Allen brought his hand back down toward the candle, looking at the white strip of... something... covering the back of it. Lavi hadn't seen anything like it before, but it did a fine job of sealing off the kid's ability to control the Ark. He glanced at Allen's face and as he flexed his fingers, Lavi caught the faintest curl of his lips that vanished before the redhead had had time to blink. He took a step back, making a show of trying to warm his arms again. "Hey," he said, after taking two or three steps, "you're gonna get sick if you stay in that thing. C'mon, take it off."
He watched Allen look up out of the corner of his eye, and threw up a grin. "I'll keep my hands to myself, promise."
In the candlelight, it wasn't as easy to see the blush, but Lavi prided himself in being able to see pretty well in dark places. He grinned wider as Allen scoffed. "Shame I don't have Tim here to guard my honor." But the boy unbuttoned his coat and peeled it off. A moment later, Lavi heard the teeth begin chattering.
"Maybe we should just set the chairs on fire." He kicked the one that didn't have his coat on it, watching it topple over with a clatter.
"Oh, right," Allen replied from behind him. "And either smoke ourselves out, or burn the place down." He stepped out and around the redhead and picked the chair up. He fiddled with the coat as he draped it over the back, smoothing out some wrinkles even Lavi couldn't see. "We'll manage," he said eventually.
"Your lips're turnin' blue."
Allen hugged himself tightly, shivering. "Okay, so it won't be fun." He glanced up as a peal of thunder crashed overhead. "We only need to wait out the rain."
"And then wander to the nearest town with a phone."
"Look, I'm sorry, all right?!" Allen finally snapped, arms wrapping even tighter. "I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry you're being inconvenienced and we're possibly going to freeze to death before morning! Next time, put your matches somewhere where they won't get rained on and you can have your bloody fire!"
Lavi stared for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. Allen blinked as if realizing he'd spoken aloud, and then walked back over to the candle. "I'm sorry, Lavi." He spoke so softly, Lavi had to strain to hear him. "That wasn't fair of me."
The candlelight flickered over Allen's front, glinting off his belt buckle and casting shadows in the folds of his shirt. It only barely reached the boy's face, shining weakly in downcast eyes. Lavi rubbed at his face with a freezing hand and let it hover over his mouth for a moment. Another shiver passed along Allen's arms and Lavi finally walked up behind him, wrapping arms around his slim waist, pressing his chest up against his back.
Allen startled and tensed as if to fight him off, but either decided he didn't care, or didn't want to spend the energy it would take. Lavi settled his forehead on the back of Allen's head. Strands of damp-but-drying hair tickled his cheek. "It'll stop rainin' eventually," he said.
After a long moment, he felt Allen relax against him, shivering less pronounced. "What was that about keeping your hands to yourself," he murmured. Lavi chuckled.
"Needs must when the devil drives." Lavi let his nose trail along the back of Allen's ear. "Self-control ain't worth much if you catch hypothermia."
Allen 'hmmmed' softly and let his head rest on Lavi's shoulder. His hands slowly lowered to settle over the redhead's, one wet glove and one cool and rough hand. "I'm scared, Lavi."
"No shit."
Allen elbowed him in the ribs. "At least pretend to be surprised, will you?"
"Sorry, figured you'd welcome the sympathy." Lavi nipped at Allen's ear, eliciting a squirm and sound of protest.
"Be serious." Allen leaned more heavily back. "I don't know if I want them to find a way to remove this seal." He held his left hand up. "What if...?"
Only an idiot would pretend he hadn't wondered the same thing. If the Earl had somehow discovered that Allen's ability to control the Ark stemmed from more than just coincidence -- pretty fucking likely, all things considered -- he had even more reason than Allen to keep the Fourteenth from re-emerging. "You wanna sleep a bit?" he asked, voice muffled against Allen's hair line. "I'll wake you up if you get too cold."
Allen lifted his head and tilted it back, pressing his lips against the corner of Lavi's mouth. "How cold are your hands?" he whispered, and Lavi's breath caught in his throat.
"Allen, I don't think--"
"Please?" Another press, mouthing his lower lip, and his hand came up and back to cup the back of Lavi's head and guide it sideways, pulling him in for a proper kiss. Lavi felt a bit of his reservation crumble at the slow, insistent pressure of Allen's tongue sliding into his mouth. The belt buckle made a faint clinking sound as his fingers grazed over it. Allen sighed into the kiss and pressed his hips up. "Mm, please, Lavi..."
A strained sort of groan came out of Lavi's throat as enough resistence fell for him to take over the kiss, quieting the other boy -- or his words, at least -- and coaxing his mouth further open. Allen shivered in his arms and who knew the real reason for it; Lavi didn't really care at the moment. He made quick work of the belt and fastener, encouraged as he accomplished each by a needy little sound from his partner. Two buttons, a third, and he had enough space to slide his hand into Allen's pants.
Allen pulled out of the kiss with a yelp and his hand gripped Lavi's wrist. "That's bloody cold," he gasped, hand tightening.
Lavi laughed. "I told you, you little shit." He pulled his hand back and just held him tightly, trying to stop snickering.
This elbow to his ribs was much less gentle than the first. "Oh shut up."
The redhead nuzzled the side of Allen's neck as he buttoned up the boy's pants. "Tell you what... rain clears up, we find a little town with a phone, and it'll be conveniently out of service for a night." He heard Allen chuckle softly, and his grin took on a wicked edge, though Allen couldn't see. "And I'll do my best to fuck the Noah outta you, alright?"
Allen's breath caught in his throat and Lavi felt the pressure tighten on his hand. "It won't..." he paused, then laughed weakly. "Maybe it should be out of service for more than one night," he said. Lavi just held him tight enough to imagine he could feel the heartbeat through Allen's back.
Of course it wouldn't work.
But any reason to smile, to forget, couldn't be completely useless.
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Lavi/Allen
Genre: Angsty-Fluffy-Little Limey
Words: 1,377
Notes: For kay_willow, who gave me the prompt "candlelight". Rating's probably PG-13ish. Set post current chapters, but I blatantly steal a plot point from them and use it for my convenience. :D
There were many things in the world that existed as if they had been created to be together. Kerosene and fire, for instance. Ink and paper. Apples and horses. Kanda and soba.
Rain and matches, however, never made the list.
Shivering, Lavi shook out his uniform coat, flinging water out into the room and prompting a yelp as Allen scrambled to shield the candle. "Lavi!!" He threw a glare the redhead's way.
The Bookman-in-training had the grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, Allen," he replied. He hung the coat over one of the rodent-crippled chairs and rubbed his bare arms vigorously. "Johnny needs to remember, next time, to either make this shit waterproof or gimme sleeves." He glanced around the room, pretending not to see the way his breath began to show on the air. "What a dive."
Allen held his hands carefully over the candle, still in his soaking wet jacket. "I'm sorry about this."
Lavi walked up behind him, and bent over slightly. Allen looked up after a minute. "How in the hell is this your fault?"
The younger boy yanked the wet glove off his left hand and thrust it into Lavi's face. The redhead straightened a bit, pursing his lips. "That was that freaky skull-thing's fault."
Allen brought his hand back down toward the candle, looking at the white strip of... something... covering the back of it. Lavi hadn't seen anything like it before, but it did a fine job of sealing off the kid's ability to control the Ark. He glanced at Allen's face and as he flexed his fingers, Lavi caught the faintest curl of his lips that vanished before the redhead had had time to blink. He took a step back, making a show of trying to warm his arms again. "Hey," he said, after taking two or three steps, "you're gonna get sick if you stay in that thing. C'mon, take it off."
He watched Allen look up out of the corner of his eye, and threw up a grin. "I'll keep my hands to myself, promise."
In the candlelight, it wasn't as easy to see the blush, but Lavi prided himself in being able to see pretty well in dark places. He grinned wider as Allen scoffed. "Shame I don't have Tim here to guard my honor." But the boy unbuttoned his coat and peeled it off. A moment later, Lavi heard the teeth begin chattering.
"Maybe we should just set the chairs on fire." He kicked the one that didn't have his coat on it, watching it topple over with a clatter.
"Oh, right," Allen replied from behind him. "And either smoke ourselves out, or burn the place down." He stepped out and around the redhead and picked the chair up. He fiddled with the coat as he draped it over the back, smoothing out some wrinkles even Lavi couldn't see. "We'll manage," he said eventually.
"Your lips're turnin' blue."
Allen hugged himself tightly, shivering. "Okay, so it won't be fun." He glanced up as a peal of thunder crashed overhead. "We only need to wait out the rain."
"And then wander to the nearest town with a phone."
"Look, I'm sorry, all right?!" Allen finally snapped, arms wrapping even tighter. "I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry you're being inconvenienced and we're possibly going to freeze to death before morning! Next time, put your matches somewhere where they won't get rained on and you can have your bloody fire!"
Lavi stared for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. Allen blinked as if realizing he'd spoken aloud, and then walked back over to the candle. "I'm sorry, Lavi." He spoke so softly, Lavi had to strain to hear him. "That wasn't fair of me."
The candlelight flickered over Allen's front, glinting off his belt buckle and casting shadows in the folds of his shirt. It only barely reached the boy's face, shining weakly in downcast eyes. Lavi rubbed at his face with a freezing hand and let it hover over his mouth for a moment. Another shiver passed along Allen's arms and Lavi finally walked up behind him, wrapping arms around his slim waist, pressing his chest up against his back.
Allen startled and tensed as if to fight him off, but either decided he didn't care, or didn't want to spend the energy it would take. Lavi settled his forehead on the back of Allen's head. Strands of damp-but-drying hair tickled his cheek. "It'll stop rainin' eventually," he said.
After a long moment, he felt Allen relax against him, shivering less pronounced. "What was that about keeping your hands to yourself," he murmured. Lavi chuckled.
"Needs must when the devil drives." Lavi let his nose trail along the back of Allen's ear. "Self-control ain't worth much if you catch hypothermia."
Allen 'hmmmed' softly and let his head rest on Lavi's shoulder. His hands slowly lowered to settle over the redhead's, one wet glove and one cool and rough hand. "I'm scared, Lavi."
"No shit."
Allen elbowed him in the ribs. "At least pretend to be surprised, will you?"
"Sorry, figured you'd welcome the sympathy." Lavi nipped at Allen's ear, eliciting a squirm and sound of protest.
"Be serious." Allen leaned more heavily back. "I don't know if I want them to find a way to remove this seal." He held his left hand up. "What if...?"
Only an idiot would pretend he hadn't wondered the same thing. If the Earl had somehow discovered that Allen's ability to control the Ark stemmed from more than just coincidence -- pretty fucking likely, all things considered -- he had even more reason than Allen to keep the Fourteenth from re-emerging. "You wanna sleep a bit?" he asked, voice muffled against Allen's hair line. "I'll wake you up if you get too cold."
Allen lifted his head and tilted it back, pressing his lips against the corner of Lavi's mouth. "How cold are your hands?" he whispered, and Lavi's breath caught in his throat.
"Allen, I don't think--"
"Please?" Another press, mouthing his lower lip, and his hand came up and back to cup the back of Lavi's head and guide it sideways, pulling him in for a proper kiss. Lavi felt a bit of his reservation crumble at the slow, insistent pressure of Allen's tongue sliding into his mouth. The belt buckle made a faint clinking sound as his fingers grazed over it. Allen sighed into the kiss and pressed his hips up. "Mm, please, Lavi..."
A strained sort of groan came out of Lavi's throat as enough resistence fell for him to take over the kiss, quieting the other boy -- or his words, at least -- and coaxing his mouth further open. Allen shivered in his arms and who knew the real reason for it; Lavi didn't really care at the moment. He made quick work of the belt and fastener, encouraged as he accomplished each by a needy little sound from his partner. Two buttons, a third, and he had enough space to slide his hand into Allen's pants.
Allen pulled out of the kiss with a yelp and his hand gripped Lavi's wrist. "That's bloody cold," he gasped, hand tightening.
Lavi laughed. "I told you, you little shit." He pulled his hand back and just held him tightly, trying to stop snickering.
This elbow to his ribs was much less gentle than the first. "Oh shut up."
The redhead nuzzled the side of Allen's neck as he buttoned up the boy's pants. "Tell you what... rain clears up, we find a little town with a phone, and it'll be conveniently out of service for a night." He heard Allen chuckle softly, and his grin took on a wicked edge, though Allen couldn't see. "And I'll do my best to fuck the Noah outta you, alright?"
Allen's breath caught in his throat and Lavi felt the pressure tighten on his hand. "It won't..." he paused, then laughed weakly. "Maybe it should be out of service for more than one night," he said. Lavi just held him tight enough to imagine he could feel the heartbeat through Allen's back.
Of course it wouldn't work.
But any reason to smile, to forget, couldn't be completely useless.