Laws of the Universe
Rating: M
Warnings: language, yaoi (man on man action), smut, attempts at humor.
About: Lavi as a male stripper. Kanda as the very much interested bar client.
.::Laws of the Universe::.
The Universe is ruled by natural forces and laws, which in turn are unchangeable, unbreakable and (in most cases) absolute.
The most important, unchangeable and unbreakable of these rules is the following:
Kanda Yuu does not sulk.
Or pout. Or do any such demeaning expressions. He only expresses his indifference and disdain towards the world and the incredibly stupid idiots (like the Moyashi) that fill it. In fact, if he had his way, Kanda wouldn’t even do so much as blink. As far as the outer world is concerned, Kanda Yuu feels no emotions at all apart from those mentioned.
And that is why, on a certain warm evening of September, while (grudgingly) walking beside a certain white-haired idiot that apparently thought of himself as his “friend”, Kanda Yuu was most definitely NOT sulking.
It was all the white-haired punk’s fault, anyway. Not that Kanda was thinking about this. He was just in a foul mood, and he would tear to bits whatever crossed his path. And since so many irritating little stones were conveniently in his path, he proceeded to happily punish them by kicking them to bits.
By his side, Allen Moyashi Walker kept on chattering about some meaningless topic while furiously writing something on his cell phone. And he talked, and talked, and talked, and he talked some more. God-damn-it! He was driving Kanda crazy with how much he talked!
Kanda would be so much better off in his room right now.
“Remind me why I’m here, Moyashi,-” he growled.
“It’s Allen”, the white-haired little nuisance threw in immediately.
“- and explain why I should put up with your endless rambling without tearing you to ribbons,” Kanda continued. “Really, if you want to preach that long a sermon, go find a fucking church, because I’m sick of listening to your bitching about nothing at all. Why. The hell. Should I.”
At this, a wide smirk spread itself across the younger teen’s face. It spread so wide it should fucking hurt.
“Why? Because you lost, BaKanda.” Narrowing his eyes to mere slits, Kanda wished he could punch that smirking face into a pulp. “You should never have underestimated my ch-poker skills.”
With a scowl on his face and feeling his eyebrow twitching, Kanda fought his murderous urges (thanks to what that woman had said - this was all her fault). He would have cheerfully given into his instincts by now if not for her.
He kicked another little stone out of his way. “You mean your cheating skills, Walker. No one can get that many Royal Straight Flushes in a row. You’re a dirty cheater.”
Allen paused in his furious messaging to smirk evilly, malicious intent curving those pale lips in a subtly terrifying grin Satan himself would have felt proud of. Kanda could almost see the fucking ‘dark aura’ around the punk. Pale grey eyes gleamed. “…Ah, but can you prove it?”
Kanda remained in a dignified silence, face stern and emotionless despite his burning need to kill the idiot.
“There you have it.” Allen giggled evilly and went back to his text messages, still emitting that ‘dark aura’ as he pressed the buttons of his phone.
Oh, how Kanda wished he could break that little white neck in two. But he couldn’t. Damn Lenalee. Damn her to Hell.
Feeling gradually more pissed off by the second, the older teen was on the verge of snapping. “Think about something else. Think about something else. Think about… che, demand details about the torture you’ll have to go through,” Kanda thought. Knowing the enemy before-hand could only do him good.
He looked over at the boy walking by his side, wearing his best clubbing outfit - a navy-blue shirt that only had one long sleeve and tight-fitting ripped jeans, che - (Kanda himself had only bothered to put on some dark leather pants and a tight shirt with a silver design, and had his hair tied in a low ponytail unlike his usual high one) and elbowed him in the ribs to catch his attention again. “Oi, Walker!” he growled, snapping Allen out of his ‘evil-is-me’ state with the unusual use of his actual name. Bright silver-gray eyes immediately turned to him. “So what about that bar we’re going to? And where is it?” Kanda demanded.
Ignoring the authoritarian tone, Allen closed his phone with a snap and looked ahead. “Oh, we’re close already. Just one or two minutes away, actually.” He smirked back at Kanda in that ‘I SO totally pwned you it isn’t even funny’ way of his. “And we’re going to that one because that friend of mine I talk about sometimes got a job there a few months ago and has been pestering me to go there for ages; I just hadn’t had the time until now.”
“Che, that so-called genius you go on and on about like he’s the next Einstein or something? If he’s so smart, why does he need to work at a bar? Who wants to go to bars anyway?” And then added mostly to himself, “Damn Komui. Damn Lenalee.”
Kanda grumbled, and kicked a medium-sized stone out if his way. Allen noticed the action (he was NOT sulking, god-damn-it!) and smirked wider. “Well, BaKanda, as your single brain cell doesn’t seem to be able to understand, being a genius doesn’t mean being rich. As for WHY we’re going, it’s because I need to relax, you need to relax way more than I do, and Lenalee will have Komui beheading both of us if we don’t learn how to get along better and manage to do the damn project.”
That devious, falsely innocent midget buried his hands in his pockets and his smirk turned mischievous. “Oh, and- you LOST, Kanda.”
Kanda bristled, turning to the smaller male with a killing intention clear in his dark blue eyes. Oh, how Kanda loathed not being able to unleash his wrath upon the fucker, not even verbally, because he knew if he did that he would soon lose control and do what he’d been forbidden to do - maim the idiot.
“Come on, you have to cooperate, Kanda, cooperate.”
Actually, the consequences of his disobedience couldn’t be as bad as this.
He would kill that Moyashi one day, as slowly and painfully as he could manage. Really, he would.
“Fucking poker. Fucking moral code. Fucking white-haired punk with a shady childhood. Fucking girl with a crazy-ass older brother.”
“I’d rather kill myself with a blunt blade than bond with a fucking idiot Moyashi,” he snarled under his breath, eyebrow twitching.
“What was that, BaKanda? You being an arse again?”
Flames and lightning and a very heavy atmosphere settled between the two as they walked, and the glares intensified to the point they rivaled lasers. The murderous intent was palpable in a range of miles.
Suddenly music started playing from somewhere and Allen dug into his pockets for his cell phone, which had, fortunately, interrupted them in the process of glaring the other to a pile of molten ashes on the ground.
Allen finally grabbed the phone and snatched it open. “Hel-…ye… what? You’re going now?! But- wait, wait, never mind, we’re just around the corner. We’ll be there just on time, don’t worry.” The smaller male walking quickly by Kanda’s side anxiously brushed his hand over the weird red scar marring the left side of his face as he nodded and talked to the person on the phone, “Yes. Yes. Just one minute.” Allen clicked the phone shut and picked up his pace, motioning for Kanda to do the same.
“What now?” Kanda growled with annoyance clear in his voice as he started walking faster.
“Lavi’s going to perform-“ they turned around the corner and immediately a bright red neon sign with the words Akuma’s Nest caught their attention “-oh, there it is. He’s going to perform sooner than planned.”
Then they were at the bar’s door, having gone past the huge guys guarding it with a brief nod from them - Allen’s friend must have warned them beforehand and the Moyashi wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.
But Kanda had been put off by something else.
“Perform? What’s his job here anyway?”
The Moyashi turned behind to look at him as he opened the door, loud music coming from inside immediately surrounding them. Allen just smirked evilly without saying a word as he held the door open for Kanda to step inside, which he did with a disdainful “Che”.
He stepped inside the infamous bar with a scowl on his face, only to pause just beyond the door and nearly gape, except that Kanda Yuu does NOT gape, nor show surprise of any sort, and that is another of those unbreakable and unchangeable laws of the Universe. So the only visible give-away of his shock were the slight widening of his midnight-blue eyes and his sudden immobility.
The loud music hurting his ears suddenly disappeared, the heat around him was suddenly replaced by heat emanating from his own body, and his world was reduced to ONE single thing.
But let’s pause here to analyze the scene first.
It looked like a normal bar, fairly good sized, filled to the brink with people, loud music and noise, lights of different colors flashing everywhere, and heat.
There was a large stage, though, to the left of the entrance door, opposite of the bar (a sea of people between them), a stage with a long table that followed its outline directly in front of it and a row of chairs where the bar’s clients could sit comfortably -for a small price, of course- and have a clear view of the stage. And on the stage itself, a pole.
And next to that pole, the thing that suddenly had turned into the focus of Kanda’s existence.
“…AND HERE HE IS!!” the howl of the DJ somehow made it into Kanda’s awareness, but the loud screams that the crowd packed around the stage let out didn’t.
He was too focused on the same thing as all of them, only MUCH more focused.
Next to the pole, wearing a malicious grin that spelled trouble, fiery red hair falling over his sparkling green eye and the eye patch that covered the other, hips slightly swaying with each step, was the most gorgeous creature Kanda Yuu had ever laid eyes on in his entire. fucking. life.
“Oh,” Allen’s oh-so-innocent voice suddenly came from somewhere to his right. “Lavi’s the main stripper.”
--
There’s another unchangeable and unbreakable law of the Universe.
Kanda Yuu does not stare with his mouth wide open.
So all he did was (forcefully) avert his eyes from the redhead that seemed to glow with some sort of inner light or natural sparkle (it was just an effect from those crazy lights of the bar, Kanda was sure of that) and utter a disdainful “Che”.
Allen felt like someone had washed the smirk from both his face and his soul with acid. Damn Kanda. He should have known the guy wasn’t human and wouldn’t have any kind of entertaining reaction. Damn.
So it was glaring at Kanda (who had a very, very uninterested look on his face - more than completely fake, but the Moyashi didn’t need to know that) that Allen muttered “Follow me, Lavi said he’d gotten us seats in the front.” He started making his way through the crowd towards the stage, followed by a suddenly unsteady on his feet Kanda that somehow still kept the usual indifferent mask on his face as he stumbled after Allen.
The redhead seemed to have finished greeting the crowd, the DJ had stopped howling the presentation speech and the bar went quiet for a brief moment when the lights went out, only to come to life once again, now focused solely on the stripper as the music started.
Kanda and Allen had gotten to their seats, fairly well positioned near the middle of the stage, slightly to the left of the pole, and had already their drinks in front of them.
But Kanda, keeping his face expressionless like always, had his whole being focused on the green-eyed male (Avi? Rabi? No, Lavi, Lavi) on the stage that was practically screaming RAPE ME from every pore. Now that he was closer, Kanda could see him perfectly. And his mouth definitely hadn’t just gone dry. Nope, not a chance.
And yet. . .
Mostly dressed in dark shades that contrasted against his white creamy skin, the tall red-head had a lean and slightly muscular body, showed off by the tight clothes that clung to him like a second skin - a fishnet shirt covered by a tight black top. The eye patch that covered his right eye added a certain exotic touch to his appearance, which judging from all the catcalls being heard all over the bar, was really well appreciated.
Kanda let his eyes wander from the - now undulating - muscles of his stomach, across the many studded belts hanging from his hips, down to the tight white shorts or pants that were partly covered by the black leather boots that went up to his thighs, immediately bringing that particular area to the attention of anyone who looked at him.
The teen had begun undulating to the music, swaying his hips and lifting his arms high up in the air, his gleaming green eye lazily half closed and shouting lust in every direction.
Kanda couldn’t take his eyes off him. He didn’t even remember where he was anymore, or who he was with. All he saw were the hypnotic movements of the redheaded stripper’s hips, the sinful body that was lazily swaying to the music, that sparkling green stare like a green jewel with a raging internal fire.
Lavi slowly made his way to the pole with those undulating movements, arms high up in the air as he seemed to be enraptured by the music, and as the chorus of the song began again, the red-head suddenly wrapped himself around the pole, grinding his hips into it like his whole life depended on it, and Kanda Yuu, hot and slightly sweaty on his seat, felt his pants become a little too tight for his liking and for the first time in his entire life, he thought he was going to die.
The red-head then let himself fall gracefully to the ground on his back over his bended knees with the pole between his thighs, and slowly ran his hands down his chest in time to the music, arching his back off the stage floor. His hands roamed down his torso to his thighs, over his crotch and up again, his back arching once, twice, a third time, only to go up to his shoulders and then take his top off in a swift movement as he got on his knees again without the aid of his arms. Getting up and swaying around the pole while grabbing it with only one hand, he threw the top to the crowd and the screams reached a new level.
Now the skin of his torso was visible through the filmy fabric of the fishnet as the stripper once again rubbed his body up and down against the pole to the beat of the music, the movement making the shirt climb up his stomach slightly and teasingly revealing more skin. One of his hands caressed the pole as he went up and down, while the other undid several of the belts and the first button of his pants, letting the belts drop to the floor and the pants hang open. With a sexy smirk in one of the clients’ direction, the redhead grinded into the pole even more enthusiastically and let his tongue graze its metallic surface as he slowly moved up again, shaking his hips to the music.
With another sway of his hips in time to a powerful change in the music, Lavi stepped away from the pole, only to drop to his knees in front of the crowd, his hands travelling sensually over his body once again as he thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, in an enticing rhythmic movement that evoked another kind of situation, all the while with an expression of utmost pleasure on his slightly flushed face.
Kanda’s pants were really tight.
It must have been too hot for the stripper then, for he began ripping the fishnet off of his body, squirming sensually with his mouth slightly opened as if he would let out a scream of pleasure at any moment while he fought his way out of the constricting fabric that seemed to bother him. Finally getting rid of the fishnet and now having his naked chest exposed, which made the crowd go wild with shouts and catcalls, Lavi sexily crawled in the direction of the pole, turning his head back to grin wickedly at the crowd and wiggle his backside before turning around again to completely face the crowd.
Lifting his arms up in the air until his hands grasped the pole and his back made contact with it, Lavi went on in his sensual dance, the undulations of his body coupled with up and down slow movements and the occasional thrust or swaying of his hips. Every time he grinded his ass into the pole behind time, Kanda had to take in a deep breath and FOCUS on his breathing so that he wouldn’t start panting.
On his knees, legs spread apart, with his pants half undone and his chest completely bare with beads of sweat rolling down his skin, the red-head was the incarnation of lust itself; his head rolling back and forth with his eye closed as if he was experiencing the most amazing pleasure known to humankind. The cheers and catcalls of the crowd had never been so loud.
One of his hands made its way to his mouth, the other still grabbing the pole, and then went down his chest, the movements in time with the music that blasted through the bar. A carnal rhythm pulsed within Kanda’s veins as he watched that hand leave a barely noticeable shiny trail on the flushed smooth skin, and oh, how we wished he could just touch that skin, just to see if it was as smooth as it looked, and then maybe taste it, the salty taste of that sweat and. . .
Lavi had rolled his head forth and opened his eye, his stare landing precisely on Allen and Kanda. That deep green eye went from Allen to Kanda, and for the briefest of moments and what seemed like the longest of eternities, he stared right into Kanda’s eyes. During that extremely brief eye-lock, Lavi's hand purposefully ghosted over his crotch and he rocked his hips against it in a slow thrust, eye gazing deep into Kanda's soul with wild emotions plainly visible in it and almost transmitting them to Kanda (f-u-n-l-u-s-t-s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e-l-u-s-t-c-o-n-f-u-s-i-o-n-w-a-n-t-i-n-g-l-u-s-t-c-u-r-i-o-s-i-t-y-l-u-s-t) until his stare moved on and he let his hand continue its dance over his body.
And for the second time that night, Kanda thought, ”I’m going to die.”
“Damn”, Kanda whispered quietly as he felt the rebellion that had taken over his body. Even his midnight-blue eyes refused to unglue from the undulating hips of the redheaded stripper.
With a final thrust of his hips that caused a few more screams, Lavi let go of the pole with a feral smirk and began crawling sensually towards one of the customers sitting directly in front of the stage.
The Japanese teen in the audience had never felt so hot as his eyes devoured the white naked chest, the slender but muscled torso, the flat stomach, the curve of his hips, the long legs, the toned muscles flexing underneath the skin as he crawled. . . His eyes roamed all over that wide expanse of naked skin and he wished, he desired with every fucking - and that was the key word there - with every fucking cell of his body he desired to run his tongue along that collarbone, biting slightly here and there, then going down to taste the skin around his nipple, teasing and refusing to touch where the red-head would most want him to, and meanwhile his hands would touch and caress and feel every inch of that divine body and Kanda would have it all to himself.
The lights flashed. The screams and cheers never stopped. The beat of the music was the beat of his heart and Lavi felt alive. The grin on his face widened as a spotlight fell directly on him, and the customer closer to him at the time had to grab the table in order not to fall on the ground.
His grin got wilder as he approached the client he had spotted before. With a shake of his hips, he got on his knees and planted his heavy boot in front of the white-haired teen with the red scar on his face and leaned provocatively closer to his ear as he ran his fingers from the tip of his foot to his thigh.
“So, the Master finally came to see how the apprentice was doing?” he said quickly and loud enough for Allen to hear him, opening the zipper on his boot as his hand moved down after reaching his thigh.
His answer was a large grin. “I had to see if the tips I gave you were being put to good use.”
Allen let a dark smirk play across his face before leaning in to put a few bills in Lavi’s pocket and add, “Besides, I had to see the reaction of Kanda here.” He made a slight movement to the left with his head.
Lavi’s eyes followed obediently and fell on the guy that was on Allen’s left, appraising him with one quick glance: lean and athletic body apparent even from underneath the clothes, long silky black hair tied up in a tight ponytail, pale skin, and Asian features beautiful enough to belong to a woman but masculine enough to tell he was a man without there being the need to look at his flat chest. The teen’s amazing midnight-blue eyes were still fixed on him, gaze fierce and heated and. . .
Taking one graceful step back after having taken the boot off, Lavi proceeded to take off the other one in a position that allowed the clients to follow the movement of his hand - kneeling on one leg and spreading them so the still boot-clad one was exposing his inner thigh - keeping up the sensual movements as he slowly lowered the zipper and threw the heavy boot away.
With a wicked mental laugh, Lavi fell gracefully on his ass and slid in the direction of Allen’s friend.
Next thing Kanda knew, he had a strong, long leg hooked around his neck- the other was left hanging on his side- hips moving rhythmically in front of his face. The bare skin he’d been watching so intently for the past 20 minutes was finally in reach.
He squirmed in time to the music with his back on the stage floor, grinning like a maniac. Then he used the leg around Kanda’s neck to pull himself upwards towards him, throwing his arms around his neck as well in an extraordinary display of flexibility and leaning in to whisper in his ear, his breath hot and tickling on Kanda’s skin:
“Hey! nice ta meet’cha. I’m Lavi.”
--
At this point, there’s another universal law of the universe that should be mentioned.
Kanda Yuu will always (regardless of the circumstances) be Kanda Yuu.
Unfortunately for said Kanda Yuu, Lavi had almost immediately gotten up on the stage with a rather acrobatic jump, not giving the long-haired Japanese teen a chance to reply, let alone catch his breath again. Not that he needed to catch his breath, of course. The moment he’d felt that leg around his neck, he’d gone rigid and then into “control all your vital functions consciously” mode, avoiding the embarrassment of suddenly gasping and panting in front of the redheaded devil.
“Che” he then said coldly to the hotter than Hell stripper, hoping he’d said it loud enough for the other to hear up there despite the music, “and what do you think you were doing on my lap, slut?”
To his dismay, however, Lavi didn’t show any signs of having heard, as he kept the same smug smirk from before on his face as he lowered his pants on his hips slowly and teasingly, swaying to the music. As the chorus began again, but with some added twists by the DJ that made the music so much more powerful, the redhead, his sweaty milky-white skin flushed and bare in all its glory, began a much wilder dance, a real dance, not a usual strip-tease one, having seemingly forgotten what he was up on the stage for.
And HELL, wasn’t that every bit as sexy in its own way. The catcalls could be heard over the music and some people had actually tried to walk through the row of chairs surrounding the stage to reach Lavi, having quickly been stopped by either other clients or some of the bar’s guards.
Beneath the table, Kanda’s hands were fisted on the fabric of his pants, clenching and unclenching reflexively.
There was a reason Lavi was the main stripper of the bar, known throughout the entire city’s bars and other such places - and that’s because he was the best. His employer knew that if he sent Lavi to the stage, he’d receive a perfect first-class performance - long, yet enticing and capable of keeping an entire crowd’s attention all along. Which meant lots of money for the employer.
He would dance for them, tease them, show them what they wanted to see and yet not, drawing out the pleasure of the stripping for as long as he could, as if taking pleasure in the delirium of the crowd. He loved to hear them cheer. He liked to hear them scream. He relished in the feeling of making them beg.
And the people watching him knew it, knew all the sinful pleasures he embodied, knew all his thoughts and how he would satisfy them in the end, and they loved every minute of it, and most of them always came back for more.
After all, he really was the best, at least ever since the phenomenon that had swiped the entire city’s night life off its feet a few years ago when a certain mysterious stripper that had nicknamed himself “Destroyer of Time” had disappeared from the bars and strip clubs after making a ridiculously huge amount of money and having gotten countless people to drool at his feet…
And suddenly, there’s this man, this man that looks so alluring and utterly irresistible, and yet remains so cold and controlled. Was there a vibrant personality underneath? Something intense and fiery and passionate? Was it possible to make him lose control and kneel before him like all the others did? Figuratively speaking, of course.
This handsome - beautiful - Japanese man presented a challenge.
Lavi wanted to see what lay beneath the mask, and beneath the clothes. He obviously has the body of an athlete, and the porcelain skin was just begging to be marked. That swan-like neck was screaming to be licked, those midnight-blue eyes left trails of fire as they roamed all over his body and daaamn, Lavi felt horny, and it wasn’t just because of his dance.
So as he jumped back up to the stage, Lavi decided it was time to finish it off in the most orgasmic-inducing way he could think of.
Kanda, was it? Well, he and his pride were going down.
--
Lifting his arms up in the air, his fingers in the code position that told the DJ it was time for the final part, Lavi allowed his body to just enjoy the music and give the crowd a show of REAL dancing expertise.
The lights of various colors suddenly turned white, went off and on again, then focused on Lavi, and the crowd cheered at Lavi’s moves as more lights came back on and flashed red throughout the bar. Then suddenly, the stripper flashed a devious smirk and suddenly he was glued to the pole again, clinging to it like to a Master’s feet, knees on the floor and hands reaching high while his white pants slipped even lower on his hips.
The music roared, the beat was wild, the heat escalated and Lavi’s back was to the audience as he squirmed to the song’s rhythm and molested the pole. His right hand left the pole to go down his lower back and to his rear. Throwing his head back with the ecstatic look of utmost pleasure once more on his flawless features, the redhead swayed and grinded down into the pole, his free hand molesting himself as if it didn’t belong to him but to those greedy eyes that followed his every move with baited breath, and then it suddenly pushed his pants down to his knees, revealing perfectly round and firm ass cheeks.
Along with who and where he was, Kanda forgot how to breathe.
That stripper was going to be the death of him. And then Kanda would have to haunt him and murder him, along with whoever had brought him here and had made him come here in the first place.
But, dear Lord, what a body…
Kanda watched, mouth dry, as the gorgeous creature wiggled his ass almost playfully, then got up and let the pants slide down to his feet.
Kanda could feel his blood pumping fast through his veins along with the stripper’s thrusts into the pole. He could see the pleasure on the redhead’s face and could almost feel it himself, gradually escalating, the coil in his stomach getting tighter and tighter.
The music’s volume got even higher. Lavi swayed around the pole once more, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, he closed his eyes and let himself fall to his knees and slide forward towards the crowd, only to take one hand to his hair, grabbing the fiery locks, and the other to cover his manhood, pause briefly between beats of the music - a moment lost in time, every detail forever etched into Kanda’s retinas, every sensation forever etched into Lavi’s memory - and opening his eye, Lavi locked gazes with Kanda, fire and sparks and heat between them and visible for all the audience to see, and the redheaded sex god smirked, let his eyes roll to the back of his head and thrust forward one more time as the music ended and the lights went out.
The crowd roared louder than ever.
And Kanda?
Well, Kanda just came in his pants.
And the best part?
He was hard again.
--
Second part, which includes a lot more swearing, a very horny Kanda, man-sex in a semi-public place and also someone incredibly manipulative and slightly sadistic.
Warnings: language, yaoi (man on man action), smut, attempts at humor.
About: Lavi as a male stripper. Kanda as the very much interested bar client.
.::Laws of the Universe::.
The Universe is ruled by natural forces and laws, which in turn are unchangeable, unbreakable and (in most cases) absolute.
The most important, unchangeable and unbreakable of these rules is the following:
Kanda Yuu does not sulk.
Or pout. Or do any such demeaning expressions. He only expresses his indifference and disdain towards the world and the incredibly stupid idiots (like the Moyashi) that fill it. In fact, if he had his way, Kanda wouldn’t even do so much as blink. As far as the outer world is concerned, Kanda Yuu feels no emotions at all apart from those mentioned.
And that is why, on a certain warm evening of September, while (grudgingly) walking beside a certain white-haired idiot that apparently thought of himself as his “friend”, Kanda Yuu was most definitely NOT sulking.
It was all the white-haired punk’s fault, anyway. Not that Kanda was thinking about this. He was just in a foul mood, and he would tear to bits whatever crossed his path. And since so many irritating little stones were conveniently in his path, he proceeded to happily punish them by kicking them to bits.
By his side, Allen Moyashi Walker kept on chattering about some meaningless topic while furiously writing something on his cell phone. And he talked, and talked, and talked, and he talked some more. God-damn-it! He was driving Kanda crazy with how much he talked!
Kanda would be so much better off in his room right now.
“Remind me why I’m here, Moyashi,-” he growled.
“It’s Allen”, the white-haired little nuisance threw in immediately.
“- and explain why I should put up with your endless rambling without tearing you to ribbons,” Kanda continued. “Really, if you want to preach that long a sermon, go find a fucking church, because I’m sick of listening to your bitching about nothing at all. Why. The hell. Should I.”
At this, a wide smirk spread itself across the younger teen’s face. It spread so wide it should fucking hurt.
“Why? Because you lost, BaKanda.” Narrowing his eyes to mere slits, Kanda wished he could punch that smirking face into a pulp. “You should never have underestimated my ch-poker skills.”
With a scowl on his face and feeling his eyebrow twitching, Kanda fought his murderous urges (thanks to what that woman had said - this was all her fault). He would have cheerfully given into his instincts by now if not for her.
He kicked another little stone out of his way. “You mean your cheating skills, Walker. No one can get that many Royal Straight Flushes in a row. You’re a dirty cheater.”
Allen paused in his furious messaging to smirk evilly, malicious intent curving those pale lips in a subtly terrifying grin Satan himself would have felt proud of. Kanda could almost see the fucking ‘dark aura’ around the punk. Pale grey eyes gleamed. “…Ah, but can you prove it?”
Kanda remained in a dignified silence, face stern and emotionless despite his burning need to kill the idiot.
“There you have it.” Allen giggled evilly and went back to his text messages, still emitting that ‘dark aura’ as he pressed the buttons of his phone.
Oh, how Kanda wished he could break that little white neck in two. But he couldn’t. Damn Lenalee. Damn her to Hell.
Feeling gradually more pissed off by the second, the older teen was on the verge of snapping. “Think about something else. Think about something else. Think about… che, demand details about the torture you’ll have to go through,” Kanda thought. Knowing the enemy before-hand could only do him good.
He looked over at the boy walking by his side, wearing his best clubbing outfit - a navy-blue shirt that only had one long sleeve and tight-fitting ripped jeans, che - (Kanda himself had only bothered to put on some dark leather pants and a tight shirt with a silver design, and had his hair tied in a low ponytail unlike his usual high one) and elbowed him in the ribs to catch his attention again. “Oi, Walker!” he growled, snapping Allen out of his ‘evil-is-me’ state with the unusual use of his actual name. Bright silver-gray eyes immediately turned to him. “So what about that bar we’re going to? And where is it?” Kanda demanded.
Ignoring the authoritarian tone, Allen closed his phone with a snap and looked ahead. “Oh, we’re close already. Just one or two minutes away, actually.” He smirked back at Kanda in that ‘I SO totally pwned you it isn’t even funny’ way of his. “And we’re going to that one because that friend of mine I talk about sometimes got a job there a few months ago and has been pestering me to go there for ages; I just hadn’t had the time until now.”
“Che, that so-called genius you go on and on about like he’s the next Einstein or something? If he’s so smart, why does he need to work at a bar? Who wants to go to bars anyway?” And then added mostly to himself, “Damn Komui. Damn Lenalee.”
Kanda grumbled, and kicked a medium-sized stone out if his way. Allen noticed the action (he was NOT sulking, god-damn-it!) and smirked wider. “Well, BaKanda, as your single brain cell doesn’t seem to be able to understand, being a genius doesn’t mean being rich. As for WHY we’re going, it’s because I need to relax, you need to relax way more than I do, and Lenalee will have Komui beheading both of us if we don’t learn how to get along better and manage to do the damn project.”
That devious, falsely innocent midget buried his hands in his pockets and his smirk turned mischievous. “Oh, and- you LOST, Kanda.”
Kanda bristled, turning to the smaller male with a killing intention clear in his dark blue eyes. Oh, how Kanda loathed not being able to unleash his wrath upon the fucker, not even verbally, because he knew if he did that he would soon lose control and do what he’d been forbidden to do - maim the idiot.
“Come on, you have to cooperate, Kanda, cooperate.”
Actually, the consequences of his disobedience couldn’t be as bad as this.
He would kill that Moyashi one day, as slowly and painfully as he could manage. Really, he would.
“Fucking poker. Fucking moral code. Fucking white-haired punk with a shady childhood. Fucking girl with a crazy-ass older brother.”
“I’d rather kill myself with a blunt blade than bond with a fucking idiot Moyashi,” he snarled under his breath, eyebrow twitching.
“What was that, BaKanda? You being an arse again?”
Flames and lightning and a very heavy atmosphere settled between the two as they walked, and the glares intensified to the point they rivaled lasers. The murderous intent was palpable in a range of miles.
Suddenly music started playing from somewhere and Allen dug into his pockets for his cell phone, which had, fortunately, interrupted them in the process of glaring the other to a pile of molten ashes on the ground.
Allen finally grabbed the phone and snatched it open. “Hel-…ye… what? You’re going now?! But- wait, wait, never mind, we’re just around the corner. We’ll be there just on time, don’t worry.” The smaller male walking quickly by Kanda’s side anxiously brushed his hand over the weird red scar marring the left side of his face as he nodded and talked to the person on the phone, “Yes. Yes. Just one minute.” Allen clicked the phone shut and picked up his pace, motioning for Kanda to do the same.
“What now?” Kanda growled with annoyance clear in his voice as he started walking faster.
“Lavi’s going to perform-“ they turned around the corner and immediately a bright red neon sign with the words Akuma’s Nest caught their attention “-oh, there it is. He’s going to perform sooner than planned.”
Then they were at the bar’s door, having gone past the huge guys guarding it with a brief nod from them - Allen’s friend must have warned them beforehand and the Moyashi wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.
But Kanda had been put off by something else.
“Perform? What’s his job here anyway?”
The Moyashi turned behind to look at him as he opened the door, loud music coming from inside immediately surrounding them. Allen just smirked evilly without saying a word as he held the door open for Kanda to step inside, which he did with a disdainful “Che”.
He stepped inside the infamous bar with a scowl on his face, only to pause just beyond the door and nearly gape, except that Kanda Yuu does NOT gape, nor show surprise of any sort, and that is another of those unbreakable and unchangeable laws of the Universe. So the only visible give-away of his shock were the slight widening of his midnight-blue eyes and his sudden immobility.
The loud music hurting his ears suddenly disappeared, the heat around him was suddenly replaced by heat emanating from his own body, and his world was reduced to ONE single thing.
But let’s pause here to analyze the scene first.
It looked like a normal bar, fairly good sized, filled to the brink with people, loud music and noise, lights of different colors flashing everywhere, and heat.
There was a large stage, though, to the left of the entrance door, opposite of the bar (a sea of people between them), a stage with a long table that followed its outline directly in front of it and a row of chairs where the bar’s clients could sit comfortably -for a small price, of course- and have a clear view of the stage. And on the stage itself, a pole.
And next to that pole, the thing that suddenly had turned into the focus of Kanda’s existence.
“…AND HERE HE IS!!” the howl of the DJ somehow made it into Kanda’s awareness, but the loud screams that the crowd packed around the stage let out didn’t.
He was too focused on the same thing as all of them, only MUCH more focused.
Next to the pole, wearing a malicious grin that spelled trouble, fiery red hair falling over his sparkling green eye and the eye patch that covered the other, hips slightly swaying with each step, was the most gorgeous creature Kanda Yuu had ever laid eyes on in his entire. fucking. life.
“Oh,” Allen’s oh-so-innocent voice suddenly came from somewhere to his right. “Lavi’s the main stripper.”
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There’s another unchangeable and unbreakable law of the Universe.
Kanda Yuu does not stare with his mouth wide open.
So all he did was (forcefully) avert his eyes from the redhead that seemed to glow with some sort of inner light or natural sparkle (it was just an effect from those crazy lights of the bar, Kanda was sure of that) and utter a disdainful “Che”.
Allen felt like someone had washed the smirk from both his face and his soul with acid. Damn Kanda. He should have known the guy wasn’t human and wouldn’t have any kind of entertaining reaction. Damn.
So it was glaring at Kanda (who had a very, very uninterested look on his face - more than completely fake, but the Moyashi didn’t need to know that) that Allen muttered “Follow me, Lavi said he’d gotten us seats in the front.” He started making his way through the crowd towards the stage, followed by a suddenly unsteady on his feet Kanda that somehow still kept the usual indifferent mask on his face as he stumbled after Allen.
The redhead seemed to have finished greeting the crowd, the DJ had stopped howling the presentation speech and the bar went quiet for a brief moment when the lights went out, only to come to life once again, now focused solely on the stripper as the music started.
Kanda and Allen had gotten to their seats, fairly well positioned near the middle of the stage, slightly to the left of the pole, and had already their drinks in front of them.
But Kanda, keeping his face expressionless like always, had his whole being focused on the green-eyed male (Avi? Rabi? No, Lavi, Lavi) on the stage that was practically screaming RAPE ME from every pore. Now that he was closer, Kanda could see him perfectly. And his mouth definitely hadn’t just gone dry. Nope, not a chance.
And yet. . .
Mostly dressed in dark shades that contrasted against his white creamy skin, the tall red-head had a lean and slightly muscular body, showed off by the tight clothes that clung to him like a second skin - a fishnet shirt covered by a tight black top. The eye patch that covered his right eye added a certain exotic touch to his appearance, which judging from all the catcalls being heard all over the bar, was really well appreciated.
Kanda let his eyes wander from the - now undulating - muscles of his stomach, across the many studded belts hanging from his hips, down to the tight white shorts or pants that were partly covered by the black leather boots that went up to his thighs, immediately bringing that particular area to the attention of anyone who looked at him.
The teen had begun undulating to the music, swaying his hips and lifting his arms high up in the air, his gleaming green eye lazily half closed and shouting lust in every direction.
Kanda couldn’t take his eyes off him. He didn’t even remember where he was anymore, or who he was with. All he saw were the hypnotic movements of the redheaded stripper’s hips, the sinful body that was lazily swaying to the music, that sparkling green stare like a green jewel with a raging internal fire.
Lavi slowly made his way to the pole with those undulating movements, arms high up in the air as he seemed to be enraptured by the music, and as the chorus of the song began again, the red-head suddenly wrapped himself around the pole, grinding his hips into it like his whole life depended on it, and Kanda Yuu, hot and slightly sweaty on his seat, felt his pants become a little too tight for his liking and for the first time in his entire life, he thought he was going to die.
The red-head then let himself fall gracefully to the ground on his back over his bended knees with the pole between his thighs, and slowly ran his hands down his chest in time to the music, arching his back off the stage floor. His hands roamed down his torso to his thighs, over his crotch and up again, his back arching once, twice, a third time, only to go up to his shoulders and then take his top off in a swift movement as he got on his knees again without the aid of his arms. Getting up and swaying around the pole while grabbing it with only one hand, he threw the top to the crowd and the screams reached a new level.
Now the skin of his torso was visible through the filmy fabric of the fishnet as the stripper once again rubbed his body up and down against the pole to the beat of the music, the movement making the shirt climb up his stomach slightly and teasingly revealing more skin. One of his hands caressed the pole as he went up and down, while the other undid several of the belts and the first button of his pants, letting the belts drop to the floor and the pants hang open. With a sexy smirk in one of the clients’ direction, the redhead grinded into the pole even more enthusiastically and let his tongue graze its metallic surface as he slowly moved up again, shaking his hips to the music.
With another sway of his hips in time to a powerful change in the music, Lavi stepped away from the pole, only to drop to his knees in front of the crowd, his hands travelling sensually over his body once again as he thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, in an enticing rhythmic movement that evoked another kind of situation, all the while with an expression of utmost pleasure on his slightly flushed face.
Kanda’s pants were really tight.
It must have been too hot for the stripper then, for he began ripping the fishnet off of his body, squirming sensually with his mouth slightly opened as if he would let out a scream of pleasure at any moment while he fought his way out of the constricting fabric that seemed to bother him. Finally getting rid of the fishnet and now having his naked chest exposed, which made the crowd go wild with shouts and catcalls, Lavi sexily crawled in the direction of the pole, turning his head back to grin wickedly at the crowd and wiggle his backside before turning around again to completely face the crowd.
Lifting his arms up in the air until his hands grasped the pole and his back made contact with it, Lavi went on in his sensual dance, the undulations of his body coupled with up and down slow movements and the occasional thrust or swaying of his hips. Every time he grinded his ass into the pole behind time, Kanda had to take in a deep breath and FOCUS on his breathing so that he wouldn’t start panting.
On his knees, legs spread apart, with his pants half undone and his chest completely bare with beads of sweat rolling down his skin, the red-head was the incarnation of lust itself; his head rolling back and forth with his eye closed as if he was experiencing the most amazing pleasure known to humankind. The cheers and catcalls of the crowd had never been so loud.
One of his hands made its way to his mouth, the other still grabbing the pole, and then went down his chest, the movements in time with the music that blasted through the bar. A carnal rhythm pulsed within Kanda’s veins as he watched that hand leave a barely noticeable shiny trail on the flushed smooth skin, and oh, how we wished he could just touch that skin, just to see if it was as smooth as it looked, and then maybe taste it, the salty taste of that sweat and. . .
Lavi had rolled his head forth and opened his eye, his stare landing precisely on Allen and Kanda. That deep green eye went from Allen to Kanda, and for the briefest of moments and what seemed like the longest of eternities, he stared right into Kanda’s eyes. During that extremely brief eye-lock, Lavi's hand purposefully ghosted over his crotch and he rocked his hips against it in a slow thrust, eye gazing deep into Kanda's soul with wild emotions plainly visible in it and almost transmitting them to Kanda (f-u-n-l-u-s-t-s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e-l-u-s-t-c-o-n-f-u-s-i-o-n-w-a-n-t-i-n-g-l-u-s-t-c-u-r-i-o-s-i-t-y-l-u-s-t) until his stare moved on and he let his hand continue its dance over his body.
And for the second time that night, Kanda thought, ”I’m going to die.”
“Damn”, Kanda whispered quietly as he felt the rebellion that had taken over his body. Even his midnight-blue eyes refused to unglue from the undulating hips of the redheaded stripper.
With a final thrust of his hips that caused a few more screams, Lavi let go of the pole with a feral smirk and began crawling sensually towards one of the customers sitting directly in front of the stage.
The Japanese teen in the audience had never felt so hot as his eyes devoured the white naked chest, the slender but muscled torso, the flat stomach, the curve of his hips, the long legs, the toned muscles flexing underneath the skin as he crawled. . . His eyes roamed all over that wide expanse of naked skin and he wished, he desired with every fucking - and that was the key word there - with every fucking cell of his body he desired to run his tongue along that collarbone, biting slightly here and there, then going down to taste the skin around his nipple, teasing and refusing to touch where the red-head would most want him to, and meanwhile his hands would touch and caress and feel every inch of that divine body and Kanda would have it all to himself.
The lights flashed. The screams and cheers never stopped. The beat of the music was the beat of his heart and Lavi felt alive. The grin on his face widened as a spotlight fell directly on him, and the customer closer to him at the time had to grab the table in order not to fall on the ground.
His grin got wilder as he approached the client he had spotted before. With a shake of his hips, he got on his knees and planted his heavy boot in front of the white-haired teen with the red scar on his face and leaned provocatively closer to his ear as he ran his fingers from the tip of his foot to his thigh.
“So, the Master finally came to see how the apprentice was doing?” he said quickly and loud enough for Allen to hear him, opening the zipper on his boot as his hand moved down after reaching his thigh.
His answer was a large grin. “I had to see if the tips I gave you were being put to good use.”
Allen let a dark smirk play across his face before leaning in to put a few bills in Lavi’s pocket and add, “Besides, I had to see the reaction of Kanda here.” He made a slight movement to the left with his head.
Lavi’s eyes followed obediently and fell on the guy that was on Allen’s left, appraising him with one quick glance: lean and athletic body apparent even from underneath the clothes, long silky black hair tied up in a tight ponytail, pale skin, and Asian features beautiful enough to belong to a woman but masculine enough to tell he was a man without there being the need to look at his flat chest. The teen’s amazing midnight-blue eyes were still fixed on him, gaze fierce and heated and. . .
Taking one graceful step back after having taken the boot off, Lavi proceeded to take off the other one in a position that allowed the clients to follow the movement of his hand - kneeling on one leg and spreading them so the still boot-clad one was exposing his inner thigh - keeping up the sensual movements as he slowly lowered the zipper and threw the heavy boot away.
With a wicked mental laugh, Lavi fell gracefully on his ass and slid in the direction of Allen’s friend.
Next thing Kanda knew, he had a strong, long leg hooked around his neck- the other was left hanging on his side- hips moving rhythmically in front of his face. The bare skin he’d been watching so intently for the past 20 minutes was finally in reach.
He squirmed in time to the music with his back on the stage floor, grinning like a maniac. Then he used the leg around Kanda’s neck to pull himself upwards towards him, throwing his arms around his neck as well in an extraordinary display of flexibility and leaning in to whisper in his ear, his breath hot and tickling on Kanda’s skin:
“Hey! nice ta meet’cha. I’m Lavi.”
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At this point, there’s another universal law of the universe that should be mentioned.
Kanda Yuu will always (regardless of the circumstances) be Kanda Yuu.
Unfortunately for said Kanda Yuu, Lavi had almost immediately gotten up on the stage with a rather acrobatic jump, not giving the long-haired Japanese teen a chance to reply, let alone catch his breath again. Not that he needed to catch his breath, of course. The moment he’d felt that leg around his neck, he’d gone rigid and then into “control all your vital functions consciously” mode, avoiding the embarrassment of suddenly gasping and panting in front of the redheaded devil.
“Che” he then said coldly to the hotter than Hell stripper, hoping he’d said it loud enough for the other to hear up there despite the music, “and what do you think you were doing on my lap, slut?”
To his dismay, however, Lavi didn’t show any signs of having heard, as he kept the same smug smirk from before on his face as he lowered his pants on his hips slowly and teasingly, swaying to the music. As the chorus began again, but with some added twists by the DJ that made the music so much more powerful, the redhead, his sweaty milky-white skin flushed and bare in all its glory, began a much wilder dance, a real dance, not a usual strip-tease one, having seemingly forgotten what he was up on the stage for.
And HELL, wasn’t that every bit as sexy in its own way. The catcalls could be heard over the music and some people had actually tried to walk through the row of chairs surrounding the stage to reach Lavi, having quickly been stopped by either other clients or some of the bar’s guards.
Beneath the table, Kanda’s hands were fisted on the fabric of his pants, clenching and unclenching reflexively.
There was a reason Lavi was the main stripper of the bar, known throughout the entire city’s bars and other such places - and that’s because he was the best. His employer knew that if he sent Lavi to the stage, he’d receive a perfect first-class performance - long, yet enticing and capable of keeping an entire crowd’s attention all along. Which meant lots of money for the employer.
He would dance for them, tease them, show them what they wanted to see and yet not, drawing out the pleasure of the stripping for as long as he could, as if taking pleasure in the delirium of the crowd. He loved to hear them cheer. He liked to hear them scream. He relished in the feeling of making them beg.
And the people watching him knew it, knew all the sinful pleasures he embodied, knew all his thoughts and how he would satisfy them in the end, and they loved every minute of it, and most of them always came back for more.
After all, he really was the best, at least ever since the phenomenon that had swiped the entire city’s night life off its feet a few years ago when a certain mysterious stripper that had nicknamed himself “Destroyer of Time” had disappeared from the bars and strip clubs after making a ridiculously huge amount of money and having gotten countless people to drool at his feet…
And suddenly, there’s this man, this man that looks so alluring and utterly irresistible, and yet remains so cold and controlled. Was there a vibrant personality underneath? Something intense and fiery and passionate? Was it possible to make him lose control and kneel before him like all the others did? Figuratively speaking, of course.
This handsome - beautiful - Japanese man presented a challenge.
Lavi wanted to see what lay beneath the mask, and beneath the clothes. He obviously has the body of an athlete, and the porcelain skin was just begging to be marked. That swan-like neck was screaming to be licked, those midnight-blue eyes left trails of fire as they roamed all over his body and daaamn, Lavi felt horny, and it wasn’t just because of his dance.
So as he jumped back up to the stage, Lavi decided it was time to finish it off in the most orgasmic-inducing way he could think of.
Kanda, was it? Well, he and his pride were going down.
--
Lifting his arms up in the air, his fingers in the code position that told the DJ it was time for the final part, Lavi allowed his body to just enjoy the music and give the crowd a show of REAL dancing expertise.
The lights of various colors suddenly turned white, went off and on again, then focused on Lavi, and the crowd cheered at Lavi’s moves as more lights came back on and flashed red throughout the bar. Then suddenly, the stripper flashed a devious smirk and suddenly he was glued to the pole again, clinging to it like to a Master’s feet, knees on the floor and hands reaching high while his white pants slipped even lower on his hips.
The music roared, the beat was wild, the heat escalated and Lavi’s back was to the audience as he squirmed to the song’s rhythm and molested the pole. His right hand left the pole to go down his lower back and to his rear. Throwing his head back with the ecstatic look of utmost pleasure once more on his flawless features, the redhead swayed and grinded down into the pole, his free hand molesting himself as if it didn’t belong to him but to those greedy eyes that followed his every move with baited breath, and then it suddenly pushed his pants down to his knees, revealing perfectly round and firm ass cheeks.
Along with who and where he was, Kanda forgot how to breathe.
That stripper was going to be the death of him. And then Kanda would have to haunt him and murder him, along with whoever had brought him here and had made him come here in the first place.
But, dear Lord, what a body…
Kanda watched, mouth dry, as the gorgeous creature wiggled his ass almost playfully, then got up and let the pants slide down to his feet.
Kanda could feel his blood pumping fast through his veins along with the stripper’s thrusts into the pole. He could see the pleasure on the redhead’s face and could almost feel it himself, gradually escalating, the coil in his stomach getting tighter and tighter.
The music’s volume got even higher. Lavi swayed around the pole once more, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, he closed his eyes and let himself fall to his knees and slide forward towards the crowd, only to take one hand to his hair, grabbing the fiery locks, and the other to cover his manhood, pause briefly between beats of the music - a moment lost in time, every detail forever etched into Kanda’s retinas, every sensation forever etched into Lavi’s memory - and opening his eye, Lavi locked gazes with Kanda, fire and sparks and heat between them and visible for all the audience to see, and the redheaded sex god smirked, let his eyes roll to the back of his head and thrust forward one more time as the music ended and the lights went out.
The crowd roared louder than ever.
And Kanda?
Well, Kanda just came in his pants.
And the best part?
He was hard again.
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Second part, which includes a lot more swearing, a very horny Kanda, man-sex in a semi-public place and also someone incredibly manipulative and slightly sadistic.