[Fic] Building An Emerald City With Grains Of Sand (Allen/Kanda/Lavi, R)
Title: Building An Emerald City With Grains Of Sand
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Triad: Allen/Kanda/Lavi
Rating: R for naked.
Word Count: 1,667
Notes: Er, this was started for a bad!sex comm a long time ago, and then I never finished it because I am a failure. But now I finally have, and here it is. Prompt was: "Allen/Lavi/Kanda; no one is quite sure exactly who will be going where, and it all degenerates into an argument of positions. Nothing is actually accomplished." Also sutlers looked it over, thank her for making me make sense.
Lavi wakes up in stages on a Thursday morning to find that Allen's head is the weight on his chest and Allen's arm is the thing that's twitching somewhere on his thigh just above his knee. His own arm is tingling because Kanda has managed to roll onto it somewhere during the night. He brings his free hand up to brush the hair out of Allen's face so he isn't inhaling it with every breath.
Allen's eyes drift open a few seconds later. He lifts his head long enough to figure out where Kanda is while he stretches, then flops back down onto Lavi's chest.
"Morning," Lavi says, yawning.
"Dreamt of a yak," Allen mumbles. "It was a nice yak, but it was slow. And Master said it smelled like three weeks unwashed tart. Well-travelled."
"Ew."
"But I like tarts," Allen murmurs, and his eyes close again just as Kanda's head comes up.
"Likes tarts?" Kanda asks Lavi, sounding more mystified than judgmental for once.
"I hope he meant pastries," Lavi says. "Still half-asleep myself. Mind moving a bit? I can't feel my fingers."
Kanda makes a noise and reluctantly shifts. It takes Lavi tugging his arm out with his free hand and dropping it between them.
"Not my fault you rolled over on me." Then the pins and needles set in. "Ow, Jesus. Allen. Get up, you're heavy now." Allen doesn't move, but Lavi only has to jostle him twice before he bolts up.
"What? I wasn't asleep!" he protests.
"Were so," Lavi says. "Come up here, you're too far off. Talking about tarts."
"Tarts?" Allen blinks, hair tousled and sticking every which way. "Berry tarts," he says, awake at last, and his stomach growls audibly. "With cream."
"Shut up," Kanda mumbles.
Allen crawls up and inserts himself into the space between Lavi and Kanda, then beams at both of them, something crooked and conspiratorial in it. "I'm glad we're all awake, because I have an idea," he says, winding some of Kanda's hair between his fingers.
"It doesn't have anything to do with yaks, does it?" Lavi asks warily.
"Yaks? Wh-Lavi, you're an enormous pervert. No." Allen contemplates the ceiling. "Wait, does it? No. Ew, no."
"And Lavi is the pervert," Kanda mutters.
"I have to show you," Allen says with a frown, yanking on Kanda's hair.
Kanda reaches up and very deliberately removes his hair from Allen's grasp, then flops over on his stomach. "No."
"Oh, come on," Lavi says, rolling up onto his still-tingling elbow. "I'm up for it." Right now, as a matter of fact, since Allen is now wriggling his ass against Lavi's front. Kanda doesn't move. Lavi has never handled being ignored with much grace. He crawls over Allen and sits on Kanda's thighs. "You see, Yuu, your problem is that you need to be more adventurous. Oof. You can kick me in the back all you like, it won't stop me. Us. Allen? I have him immobilized. All he can do is kick. Wait." He slides down so that he's sitting on Kanda's knees instead. "There you go. Show us, Allen."
"Well, it won't work with Kanda on his stomach." Allen sits up. "Lavi."
"Huh?" The fact is, Kanda has a really great ass. And the backs of his thighs are spectacular too, especially when he tenses all of it up. Lavi stops running his hands over them. Also, he notes, Kanda could have quite easily thrown him off the bed and didn't. Promising. "What?"
"Get off," Kanda says without much enthusiasm.
"Yes, get off him, because it won't work that way." Lavi shakes his head, smirking. Allen scowls at him and then leans down with his mouth against Kanda's ear. Lavi knows what's coming a split second too late to stop it as Kanda's entire body tightens up in preparation. Lavi goes flying back against the footboard.
"Why am I always the one who ends up with knots on my skull?" Lavi asks, rubbing his head.
"Because you don't listen," Kanda says, pulling the sheet up around his waist and leaning against the headboard. "Now what."
"Now," Allen says, "you see, I was thinking." Kanda slips Lavi a look that is a clear plea for help, or at least distraction, while Allen scoots up beside him, working his arms around Kanda's waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
"Thought you couldn't tell us, you had to show us," Lavi says.
"I am. Just-come back up here."
Lavi sighs and makes his way back through the blankets. "Right. I'm here."
"Quit stalling," Kanda says.
Allen makes a face at them. "I'm not stalling. Kanda, you said last night that you were, um." He makes a motion with his hand, encouraging Kanda to speak, but Kanda just stares grimly at Lavi. "Your feelings are important too, you know," Allen says at last.
"Oh, God," Kanda groans, trying to escape from Allen's arms. Allen ends up in his lap instead and is very effective with his tongue in shutting Kanda up.
One of the things Lavi had never really anticipated from this arrangement was the way Allen and Kanda bickering now inspires a response other than fear for his life if he gets in the way. Sometimes it's inappropriate and more than a little embarrassing, but right now:
"Did you know there's a scientist in Russia doing these experiments with dogs where he rings a bell and they-never mind," Lavi cuts himself off as he sees an expression of something like horrified resignation settle over Allen's face. Poor Allen has spent far too much time with Cross Marian's sense of humor as a formative element. "I can assure you it was not anything close to whatever you were thinking. I can work with this," Lavi says instead, and crawls up in between Kanda's legs.
One of the best things about Allen-and Kanda, for that matter-is that they both have these black lines that are perfect for licking along. Like the ones that point from Allen's shoulder to his back and his neck and his chest and also happen to correspond to places on Allen that induce the best noises Lavi has ever heard. He's pretty sure this wasn't their intended use when Allen's Innocence evolved, but no one seems to be complaining.
And Allen's hair smells faintly like sweat and a little sharp, which reminds Lavi that Kanda also tastes good. With Allen grinding up against Kanda and back against Lavi like that he is not going to last long enough to even open the jar of oil he's groping blindly for, especially when Allen is swiping his tongue up and down Lavi's neck while he leans over Allen's shoulder to get at Kanda.
Kanda frowns against Lavi's mouth. "Oh no you don't," he says in a low voice.
What Lavi has gathered, from Kanda's half-asleep rambling the night before-what Allen is referring to, rather too politely, as Kanda's feelings-is that Kanda perceives a distinct lack of say-so in these matters. The paradox, as Lavi had pointed out, is that Kanda thinks any scenario he is not directly supervising is an inequal one, yet he also refuses to volunteer input. Then Kanda had pretended to be asleep. It had all been very philosophical. "But-"
"Give it to me," Kanda says evenly, leaning back against the headboard and holding his hand out.
"No. And how do you do that?"
"Do what?" Allen asks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. The thing where he just shuts it off like a faucet. And I'm pretty sure I was just about to fuck you," Lavi says.
"And what am I going to do?" Kanda demands.
"It looked like the rubbing thing was working out pretty well for you," Lavi retorts.
"Rub-wait a minute," Allen says. "How is it that I'm the one always on the receiving end? Not that I mind," he amends hastily, "but it would be nice if I got to-"
Kanda snorts. "Oh, shut up, you're not always 'on the receiving end,' you overdramatic-"
"But you are so nice," Lavi tries in a cajoling tone. "And you feel so good," he adds, sliding his cock against Allen hopefully.
"Well at least then I should get to make the decision," Allen says, and sits down with an air of finality over Kanda's legs. "It's either that or one of you is getting it this time. From me."
"I'm okay with that," Lavi says. He's beginning to ache in a very unpleasant manner. "Here." He presses the jar into Allen's hand. "And when you're done give it back to me because I'm going to fuck Kanda into the mattress."
"Over my dead body."
"What? We do it all the time! No need to get high and mighty about it, princess."
"Who are you calling princess?"
Lavi tugs at his cock with more than a little desperation. "Come on, Kanda, I'm already about to bust."
"Maybe you should learn some self-control," Kanda says in an infuriating tone.
"Kanda, maybe you could just-" Allen winds his fingers through Kanda's hair again and tries to kiss him.
"Fuck this," Kanda announces, and after a brief struggle that ends with him successfully yanking his hair out of Allen's grasp and at least one finger in Allen's eye, he rolls off the bed and stalks into the bathroom.
Lavi looks at Allen mournfully.
"My idea would have been better," Allen grumbles.
"What was your idea?"
"I told you. I can't explain it. I have to demonstrate."
"I see. You're a sexual architect."
"What?"
There's a loud clatter in the bathroom, followed by running water. Kanda emerges with a flush still staining his cheeks and looking quite pleased with himself.
"Wait a minute," Lavi says. "Did you just-"
"Yes, I did," Kanda says smugly, sliding back into the bed and sighing with what sounds like contentment. "Because both of you are idiots."
"Self-control my ass," Lavi mutters.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Allen protests. "We didn't-"
"Idiots," Kanda repeats, closing his eyes.
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Triad: Allen/Kanda/Lavi
Rating: R for naked.
Word Count: 1,667
Notes: Er, this was started for a bad!sex comm a long time ago, and then I never finished it because I am a failure. But now I finally have, and here it is. Prompt was: "Allen/Lavi/Kanda; no one is quite sure exactly who will be going where, and it all degenerates into an argument of positions. Nothing is actually accomplished." Also sutlers looked it over, thank her for making me make sense.
Lavi wakes up in stages on a Thursday morning to find that Allen's head is the weight on his chest and Allen's arm is the thing that's twitching somewhere on his thigh just above his knee. His own arm is tingling because Kanda has managed to roll onto it somewhere during the night. He brings his free hand up to brush the hair out of Allen's face so he isn't inhaling it with every breath.
Allen's eyes drift open a few seconds later. He lifts his head long enough to figure out where Kanda is while he stretches, then flops back down onto Lavi's chest.
"Morning," Lavi says, yawning.
"Dreamt of a yak," Allen mumbles. "It was a nice yak, but it was slow. And Master said it smelled like three weeks unwashed tart. Well-travelled."
"Ew."
"But I like tarts," Allen murmurs, and his eyes close again just as Kanda's head comes up.
"Likes tarts?" Kanda asks Lavi, sounding more mystified than judgmental for once.
"I hope he meant pastries," Lavi says. "Still half-asleep myself. Mind moving a bit? I can't feel my fingers."
Kanda makes a noise and reluctantly shifts. It takes Lavi tugging his arm out with his free hand and dropping it between them.
"Not my fault you rolled over on me." Then the pins and needles set in. "Ow, Jesus. Allen. Get up, you're heavy now." Allen doesn't move, but Lavi only has to jostle him twice before he bolts up.
"What? I wasn't asleep!" he protests.
"Were so," Lavi says. "Come up here, you're too far off. Talking about tarts."
"Tarts?" Allen blinks, hair tousled and sticking every which way. "Berry tarts," he says, awake at last, and his stomach growls audibly. "With cream."
"Shut up," Kanda mumbles.
Allen crawls up and inserts himself into the space between Lavi and Kanda, then beams at both of them, something crooked and conspiratorial in it. "I'm glad we're all awake, because I have an idea," he says, winding some of Kanda's hair between his fingers.
"It doesn't have anything to do with yaks, does it?" Lavi asks warily.
"Yaks? Wh-Lavi, you're an enormous pervert. No." Allen contemplates the ceiling. "Wait, does it? No. Ew, no."
"And Lavi is the pervert," Kanda mutters.
"I have to show you," Allen says with a frown, yanking on Kanda's hair.
Kanda reaches up and very deliberately removes his hair from Allen's grasp, then flops over on his stomach. "No."
"Oh, come on," Lavi says, rolling up onto his still-tingling elbow. "I'm up for it." Right now, as a matter of fact, since Allen is now wriggling his ass against Lavi's front. Kanda doesn't move. Lavi has never handled being ignored with much grace. He crawls over Allen and sits on Kanda's thighs. "You see, Yuu, your problem is that you need to be more adventurous. Oof. You can kick me in the back all you like, it won't stop me. Us. Allen? I have him immobilized. All he can do is kick. Wait." He slides down so that he's sitting on Kanda's knees instead. "There you go. Show us, Allen."
"Well, it won't work with Kanda on his stomach." Allen sits up. "Lavi."
"Huh?" The fact is, Kanda has a really great ass. And the backs of his thighs are spectacular too, especially when he tenses all of it up. Lavi stops running his hands over them. Also, he notes, Kanda could have quite easily thrown him off the bed and didn't. Promising. "What?"
"Get off," Kanda says without much enthusiasm.
"Yes, get off him, because it won't work that way." Lavi shakes his head, smirking. Allen scowls at him and then leans down with his mouth against Kanda's ear. Lavi knows what's coming a split second too late to stop it as Kanda's entire body tightens up in preparation. Lavi goes flying back against the footboard.
"Why am I always the one who ends up with knots on my skull?" Lavi asks, rubbing his head.
"Because you don't listen," Kanda says, pulling the sheet up around his waist and leaning against the headboard. "Now what."
"Now," Allen says, "you see, I was thinking." Kanda slips Lavi a look that is a clear plea for help, or at least distraction, while Allen scoots up beside him, working his arms around Kanda's waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
"Thought you couldn't tell us, you had to show us," Lavi says.
"I am. Just-come back up here."
Lavi sighs and makes his way back through the blankets. "Right. I'm here."
"Quit stalling," Kanda says.
Allen makes a face at them. "I'm not stalling. Kanda, you said last night that you were, um." He makes a motion with his hand, encouraging Kanda to speak, but Kanda just stares grimly at Lavi. "Your feelings are important too, you know," Allen says at last.
"Oh, God," Kanda groans, trying to escape from Allen's arms. Allen ends up in his lap instead and is very effective with his tongue in shutting Kanda up.
One of the things Lavi had never really anticipated from this arrangement was the way Allen and Kanda bickering now inspires a response other than fear for his life if he gets in the way. Sometimes it's inappropriate and more than a little embarrassing, but right now:
"Did you know there's a scientist in Russia doing these experiments with dogs where he rings a bell and they-never mind," Lavi cuts himself off as he sees an expression of something like horrified resignation settle over Allen's face. Poor Allen has spent far too much time with Cross Marian's sense of humor as a formative element. "I can assure you it was not anything close to whatever you were thinking. I can work with this," Lavi says instead, and crawls up in between Kanda's legs.
One of the best things about Allen-and Kanda, for that matter-is that they both have these black lines that are perfect for licking along. Like the ones that point from Allen's shoulder to his back and his neck and his chest and also happen to correspond to places on Allen that induce the best noises Lavi has ever heard. He's pretty sure this wasn't their intended use when Allen's Innocence evolved, but no one seems to be complaining.
And Allen's hair smells faintly like sweat and a little sharp, which reminds Lavi that Kanda also tastes good. With Allen grinding up against Kanda and back against Lavi like that he is not going to last long enough to even open the jar of oil he's groping blindly for, especially when Allen is swiping his tongue up and down Lavi's neck while he leans over Allen's shoulder to get at Kanda.
Kanda frowns against Lavi's mouth. "Oh no you don't," he says in a low voice.
What Lavi has gathered, from Kanda's half-asleep rambling the night before-what Allen is referring to, rather too politely, as Kanda's feelings-is that Kanda perceives a distinct lack of say-so in these matters. The paradox, as Lavi had pointed out, is that Kanda thinks any scenario he is not directly supervising is an inequal one, yet he also refuses to volunteer input. Then Kanda had pretended to be asleep. It had all been very philosophical. "But-"
"Give it to me," Kanda says evenly, leaning back against the headboard and holding his hand out.
"No. And how do you do that?"
"Do what?" Allen asks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. The thing where he just shuts it off like a faucet. And I'm pretty sure I was just about to fuck you," Lavi says.
"And what am I going to do?" Kanda demands.
"It looked like the rubbing thing was working out pretty well for you," Lavi retorts.
"Rub-wait a minute," Allen says. "How is it that I'm the one always on the receiving end? Not that I mind," he amends hastily, "but it would be nice if I got to-"
Kanda snorts. "Oh, shut up, you're not always 'on the receiving end,' you overdramatic-"
"But you are so nice," Lavi tries in a cajoling tone. "And you feel so good," he adds, sliding his cock against Allen hopefully.
"Well at least then I should get to make the decision," Allen says, and sits down with an air of finality over Kanda's legs. "It's either that or one of you is getting it this time. From me."
"I'm okay with that," Lavi says. He's beginning to ache in a very unpleasant manner. "Here." He presses the jar into Allen's hand. "And when you're done give it back to me because I'm going to fuck Kanda into the mattress."
"Over my dead body."
"What? We do it all the time! No need to get high and mighty about it, princess."
"Who are you calling princess?"
Lavi tugs at his cock with more than a little desperation. "Come on, Kanda, I'm already about to bust."
"Maybe you should learn some self-control," Kanda says in an infuriating tone.
"Kanda, maybe you could just-" Allen winds his fingers through Kanda's hair again and tries to kiss him.
"Fuck this," Kanda announces, and after a brief struggle that ends with him successfully yanking his hair out of Allen's grasp and at least one finger in Allen's eye, he rolls off the bed and stalks into the bathroom.
Lavi looks at Allen mournfully.
"My idea would have been better," Allen grumbles.
"What was your idea?"
"I told you. I can't explain it. I have to demonstrate."
"I see. You're a sexual architect."
"What?"
There's a loud clatter in the bathroom, followed by running water. Kanda emerges with a flush still staining his cheeks and looking quite pleased with himself.
"Wait a minute," Lavi says. "Did you just-"
"Yes, I did," Kanda says smugly, sliding back into the bed and sighing with what sounds like contentment. "Because both of you are idiots."
"Self-control my ass," Lavi mutters.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Allen protests. "We didn't-"
"Idiots," Kanda repeats, closing his eyes.