[Fic] Indecent
Title: Indecent
Fandom: D. Gray Man
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Komui Lee x Howard Link, Allen
For: dgm_fuh_q round Five Komui Lee!
Rating: M for Mild Limey flavor!
Summary: In which Howard Link goes to Headquarters one true Supervisor-Komui Lee-for advice on a peciluar incident with our white haired Exorcist, and found he bit off a little more than he could chew.
A/N: Actually managed to finish this way before the due date of the 30th. If that isn’t so much of a relief, well, I wrote most of this while feeling…pretty crappy. So I feel like I've basically repeated a bunch of stuff (description wise), totally screwed up Link's personality in a few places, and heck--even Komui's--but I got a plot bunny for this that wouldn't leave me alone. I don't think it cares so much that I like...never work with these characters *sigh* ah well, hopefully it won't suck too bad? *hopeful* Um--comments are welcome, if you choose to give them. Also wrote this in about 2 hours....ish...forgive me for the typos. I really don't wanna look at this again. Or at least not right now
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He knew it wasn’t going well-and hadn’t been-for quite some time. It was a simple fact of actually turning and looking, when others weren’t, which, to say, was quite easy to ignore and much harder to do but-it was just another thing, wasn’t it?
- - -
Komui let out a sigh, and stared at the stack of papers.
He really, really wanted to get out of this. This-and he wanted coffee, he wanted his dear little Lenalee-chan to flounce in through the doors-tray in hand, ready and willing to give him the warm nice coffee that she always did-
Except she already had.
And it was gone now-his eyes flittered to the mug, pink with the tall-tale rabbit print, and very decidedly empty. Not a drop left.
This. Was. Hell.
He let out a groan, head falling easily on the mess of papers, wishing for once that he could fall asleep. Except he knew he wouldn’t-because if he did then Reever would come in-jerk his ear-yell at him again and-life just wasn’t fair sometimes, was it?
No. No it wasn’t.
He let out another groan, banging his head against the wood-that-you-couldn’t-tell-it-was-and-it-might-as-well-be-paper-because-that-was-all-you-could-see and groaned again. If only this pile would go away (which it wouldn’t) if only Lenalee would come in (which she wouldn’t) if only he could fall asleep (which he wouldn’t, unfortunately, until the caffeine wore itself off, haha lovely caffeinated beverage that it was) -
It was hopeless; at least, he thought it was. Until-of course, he was proven wrong (great scientist that he was) -and the door rather unceremoniously banged open.
Or not banged, but it opened somehow-and was loud enough-along with the coupled voice-to make him raise his head in a quick jolt of energy and-
It wasn’t who he expected to see. Not that he expected much less (or more) due to current circumstances.
“Inspector Link,” he said-all smiles.
“Supervisor Lee,” the man answered (repeated?)-shoulders back and tense, forehead scrunched but only slightly at some irritation, Komui could only guess what. The man paused for a moment in his steps, frowning at the mess of the room before looking back at him, eyes narrowed, “You wouldn’t happen to be shirking your duties would you?”
Komui looked past the man, almost expecting to see Allen there, dawdling behind him looking annoyed. But he didn’t. It was enough to question, “Well as you can see,” he motioned to the quill, and ink well, “I’m…working, but I see you lost Allen again?”
The man’s lips turned to a deeper frown-it wasn’t very appealing, really-and the man stood impossibly straighter, “I did not lose him.”
“It seems to happen a lot lately,” Komui brought his eyes down to the paper he had been attempting to sign, glancing over the contents quickly before scrawling out his name, “Did you check in the cafeteria? The lounge? Or he could be hanging out with Lavi at the library.”
“I. Did. Not. Lose. Him.” The blond restated, and Komui glanced up again, seeing the frown lessen-but the tense, pinched expression remain, “he’s…sleeping.”
Komui raised an eyebrow, “Sleeping?”
“In his room. Has been. Starting at Five thirty this evening and as you can see it is now promptly eight o’clock.”
Ah, Komui straightened a little, “Really? Well he certainly does enjoy his sleep.” The man still looked tense, “Ah, but-is everything alright? Do you believe he’s ill?”
The man’s shoulders relaxed, but only marginally, green eyes narrowing with a pent up sigh-Komui could see it, even if the uptight Inspector hadn’t wanted him to-he…was worried-“I…don’t believe…it’s an illness that can be treated by the medical wing.”
Komui raised his other eyebrow, “Really.” A nod, “And…you came to me because…?”
“I wrote a report on it. Some time ago.” The man halted his words-which was unusual. Link was known for-being longwinded…having details that would nearly come up to par with the Bookmen-or at least Lavi, in any case.
“And? You sent it to Louvelier didn’t you?” the man didn’t nod but the look was enough, “Then why come to-”
“It would be for your Benefit to know about your own Exorcists, don’t you think, Supervisor?” Komui’s eyes narrowed, but the Inspector ignored it, “After all you do seem to care for them.” More than is appropriate Komui would have added on-or knew Link would but harsh words would get him nowhere now.
“Yes. I do. But as you can see,” he looked at the pile of papers,” if I have it I’m nowhere near reading it. I was under the impression that my input didn’t matter.” Especially when it came to Allen Walker, as much as he hated it-the situation was truly out of his hands.
It nearly made him sick but the young Inspector didn’t need to know this. If it was a secret to begin with.
“It should be there.” The blond stated-urgent and-
“If I didn’t know any better,” Komui picked out a paper from the top of the stack, eyeing Link out of the corner of his eye, “I’d say you wanted something from me? May I ask what it is?” From the slight tensing of his shoulders when he brought his hand back from the top of the pile-to the--Ah this was it. It had to be it-who would have thought it would be the next thing he grabbed? How lucky--
“It is…in the report.” The man shifted and if this had been any other situation-he would say the man was simply awkward. But now he seemed…embarrassed? No, that couldn’t be it-Komui’s eyes flitted down the page-catching on various words-
Every Night…bathroom…sounds…pain…asks for…feverish…
Komui frowned, halted his reading-and glanced back up at the blond who looked about ready to start pacing or-at the very least…like he wanted to be anywhere but there.
He let out a sigh and looked back at the document, reading it over-slowly this time-and connecting the dots.
Every other night at precisely 3AM in the morning to approximately 3:30AM or later, Walker takes a nightly stroll, while he believes I am in the comfort of my bed. Each night this nightly walk ends up at the bathroom near the library-one that is hardly ever used. After a few moments various noises can be heard-from water, to Walker’s own voice sounding like he is in great pain, and asks for help of some kind. When he leaves the bathroom, at the allotted time previously stated, he stumbles back to the room in a feverish daze and falls quickly and promptly back to sleep.
I have been following him on these nightly excursions since they have grown in frequency-they have once only been once or twice a week-but now that they are becoming nightly I believe some action needs to take place.
Then, rather abruptly, it cut off.
And Komui stared.
And stared.
And felt his lips, twitch, just a little-as a cough issued from Link’s throat-when he glanced up at him, he saw that his left eyebrow was twitching, slightly, eyes unfocused but trying to focus-on him.
“Well,” Komui half wondered if speaking was the best course of action, from the way the man jerked violently, “it certainly seems you’re bent on doing something about this.” He took off his glasses for a moment and rubbed his eyes.
“Of course, Walker’s behavior is highly unusual and-”
“Unusual?” Komui cut him off with a chuckle, “He’s a sixteen year old boy, I hardly think this is unusual.” Surprising, yes, but-honestly? He would have been worried if the boy was as chaste as the others kept joking about.
Though-if he was thinking about Lenalee when he-Komui shook the thought away. He wouldn’t dare. He would certainly make sure of that, wouldn’t he? He glanced up at the still fidgety Inspector and nearly smiled-he looked awkward, more so now than when he first barged in, and from the slightly…confused…look in his eyes--Oh--
“You…do know what you’ve been documenting, don’t you?” Link stiffened impossibly more-
“Of course I do.”
“Really.” The man nodded, “Then why don’t you tell me what it is,” he frowned, “think it is then?” Because he was certainly all about investigating wasn’t he? Komui certainly did feel sorry for his young charge-no personal space, in fact these nightly excursions were probably held in the privacy of his own room before the Inspector came-
He pushed those thoughts, promptly, away too.
“He-” again, he halted, and-was that a blush--“Supervisor, don’t think I’ll be so quick to jump to indecency in my claims.”
Oh. Komui cocked his head to the side, “I never said you were. I just asked what you think it was.” Now he looked flustered-simply so, “Though is it really that embarrassing?”
“It’s indecent.” A now very flustered, very flushed Link repeated, “Sixteen year old boy or not.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve never tried…?” He knew right when the sentence fell from between his lips that maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. Half-finished though it was-the appalled look on his face afterward-
“Never!” He spat, looking, thoroughly, violated, “I have been under the Vatican my entirely life-such an act is-”
“Then you’re virgin aren’t you?”
Link’s face flushed, “Ye-s! That’s-”
“An inappropriate question I know,” Komui immediately ducked his head focusing on the paper that described-essentially-any normal teenage boy act. Wasn’t everyone a little indecent once in a while? He quickly shook that thought away as well-grabbing another stack from the pile and reading it over even though the words blurred together and he really quite honestly (if he was honest) didn’t read it, and scrawled his name across at the bottom.
He half expected the Inspector to leave.
But-after signing a few more sheets like this-when the man didn’t budge, he questioned, lightly, “You wanted to ask me something-what is it?”
- -
Inspector Howard Link was never one to flounder. He prided himself in being quick and thorough in every aspect of his life. Even his records showed this pride-he had ever minute detail, however insignificant -and though he had been scolded for this on many occasions he would still uphold this pride.
That is, until he ran into a situation like this.
He hadn’t expected his newly assigned mission to be easy, no-Inspector Louvelier had assigned it to him for a precise reason.
Allen Walker was a traitor.
A boy of maybe 16, with snow white hair, grey eyes, and a pale complexion-body recently marred with scars and eye cursed since that fateful day when he was ten years old. He rarely talked of his past-he rarely talked of Mana-and, most importantly, he was the 14th’s host.
But-maybe-Link cursed himself mentally for this small lapse-he had missed one particular detail.
Allen Walker was a sixteen year old boy.
A sixteen year old boy…with needs-as the man in front of him had stated, rather blatantly.
why was he here again? Link watched as the Supervisor scrawled his signature on the paper-not even seeming to read the contents-and then he asked, again and-
What could Link say? he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a soft laugh-a chuckle-and a shake of black hair, falling loose from its normally held back ponytail.
How long had he been sitting there? Link didn’t want to wonder-the stack of finished papers was almost as tall as the ‘unfinished’.
Maybe that was enough.
Link let out a sigh and turned on his heels to leave-but the man’s voice stopped him, “Link?” He stiffened at such a lack of respect-who was Komui Lee to call him by his name? they barely knew each other! But he turned regardless-to look the man in the eye. He was still behind the desk, but looked ready to stand, beret forgotten on the table top-one glance at the long-empty mug. And he was smiling again-did the man always smile?-Link didn’t know, and it worried him.
“Yes, Supervisor?”
“Give the boy some privacy will you?”
“But if it really is-”
The insane laughter erupted again, and Link felt his face begin to flush again-regardless of the implications he-was--not--“I know you’re one for detail-I’ve seen a few of your regular reports.” Warm dark eyes met his, but the smile was there-“But is this really something that should be…detailed?”
His face flushed brighter, “I was placed in charge of-” his breath caught, “If he were to escape during one of these-” Something in those dark eyes glinted, just as the pit of Link’s stomach warmed with embarrassment.
For once in his life, Howard Link was speechless. Or, no, he wasn’t that proud-he had been before-from deplorable acts of sin, but wasn’t this much the same? Thinking of his young charge-doing--that--in the safety of a barely-used bathroom in the early morning hours before anyone dared to wander the halls-
“Or are you curious?” He jolted at the man’s next words-flushing impossibly brighter and turning his head away. It didn’t help, he could still here the footsteps, echoing off the floor-and then-a hand nearly rested on his shoulder but the hand dropped, thankfully, when they were met with tense shoulders and quick maneuvers. “Being curious isn’t wrong.” The Supervisor continued, with that same near-manic smile -disregarding the sudden space between them.
Supervisor Komui Lee was not very good at taking warnings.
Link was sure he’d write this down on one of his many records. Have Komui Lee watched more closely-but--now--
“I am notcurious.”
“You said yourself you haven’t tried it.” He stepped closer, Link backed away, “Of course you’re curious. And if your mind says you aren’t then your body would certainly say so.”
“I assure it wouldn’t. Now if you excuse me Supervisor-” he was by the door now, if he could reach the handle and-
He realized too soon he was trapped. This is what-he-had--wanted
“You came here seeking my help.” Link tensed as one pale hand wrapped it’s way around his wrist, firmly, but not harsh enough to where he couldn’t pull away-and Link knew, even if he had, he could break free easily enough. He had been trained, after all. Though attacking the Head Chief-would certainly look bad. Even if for self-defense in case-Link tensed even further when the older man leaned down, lips brushing his ear-“I would like to ask-what do you needhelp with?”
It was-a good enough question, wasn’t it?
“I already received the answer I needed.” He numbly responded, “Now if you will move away-I will be on my wa-”
“Is being this close bothering you-Link?” the words rushed by his ear once more, and Link couldn’t help but jolt-“You’re so jumpy! You should know I don’t mean it!” He was almost thankful when the Chinese man stepped away-leaving his personal space no longer violated so horribly-but with his hand still firmly around Link’s wrist. He tugged at it-gently-still smiling-
“Yes well if you don’t mean it then I-will be going now.”
Except his legs weren’t moving.
And the Supervisor had such a painfully amused expression on his face. This was…notgood.
Maybe that observation was a bit belated-when he felt another hand added to his chest-fiddling with the high collar on his coat, and then with the buttons-
“Supervisor Lee!” He snapped as the hand began wandering lower-each button-and-wait-“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just curious~” the lighthearted tone threw him, for half a second, that is-at least-until the hand somehow unbuttoned the first few buttons-at lightning speed-wait-wait-“Don’t be so jumpy! Isn’t it a little too warm to be wearing a coat anyway?”
“It. Is not.” And it wasn’t, with the perpetual cold chill the stone hallways seemed to have. A coat was just fine-and now it was being removed, by the one person (two people, three, four-no-he couldn’t see anyone other than himself removing the coat!) he hadn’t-expected-“Now would you stop?” He managed to push the man back a little with his free hand-
He hadn’t counted on being pulled along-until the body made for a rather sound fall against the cold tiled flooring-
“Ah-Ah-Ah~ ouch!~” He stiffened and raised his head immediately at the pained choked sound-
The Supervisor was sprawled under him-and Link himself on top-pinning him (with much more force than necessary) down. His eyes didn’t even get a chance to widen before he tried to scramble up-cheeks flushing-“I-” apologies were in order, for tact, but were they really?
The hands on his hips explained enough.
“Un--hand me!” he ground out, but the hands only squeezed tighter-and he was met with an equally smiling face.
He nearly felt sick. Nearly almost.
“Hmm, but-why?”
Why?!
“This is improper!”
“What is?” The hands squeezed tighter at his hips-for leverage-and soon Link was face to face with the supervisor, “I haven’t done anything yet.” The fingers spread along his hips, snaking down-bunching up his coat-Link frowned-“Unless you want me to?”
He tensed at that, “No! That’s what’s--indecent--”
“Is it really?”
Link blinked-noting-a bit startlingly-the smile was gone.
“You’ve never been touched-have you?” The hands squeezed a bit at his hips a little tighter-“Aren’t you curious? Wouldn’t you like to know why-Allen sneaks away-during the night? Why it sounds like he’s in pain?” Link wanted to shake his head-and almost succeeded-but a hand caught his chin before he could-stilling the movement, “You probably won’t believe me but I highly doubt he’s in pain. In fact I think it’s the exact opposite.” The hand holding his chin dropped to his lap, trailing up just as quickly to fiddle with the buttons again-
“Exact opposite? I don’t believe I want to know do I?”
“Do you?” Link tensed when he felt the first few-no--no--remaining few (when had that happened?) buttons come undone, and his jacket fall from his shoulders to pool around his middle.
Komui’s-no-the Supervisors hands were no longer there though-and Link tensed again as they messed with his shirt, before stopping-and saying, lowly, “Aren’t you curious? To know? What kind of pleasure can bring you pain because it feels so good?”
“No.” The response was flat, “And I would like it if you would unhand me.” He hated how his voice cracked for the last half-just as much as he hated the amused, cheery grin that sweeped across the Chinese man’s lips-“Supervisor-”
“Would it hurt you to call me Komui?” Dark eyes met his, “Everyone else does-and I really don’t think titles are needed in this situation.”
Link’s eyes widened, “But there isn’t a situation--Supervisor!”
“Well, Inspector, I believe there is.” And then a hand-a hand a-hand and-it was dipping into his pants and he--would not allow this but----“For curiosities sake.” Then a vice, and Link’s stomach rolled because that. One. Area. Should never be touched! Much less by another man-
“Supervisor-”
“Hm?” The hand tightened, moved-where were Link’s hands-he tried to shift and nearly fell over if it weren’t for the grip on his hip-
He realized a bit too late that the jacket wasn’t helping-Komui--the Supervisor--had purposely left the last two buttons buttoned-and now the sleeves dragged, though he was sure-he could-but the man was too close-and--
“Unhand me right-now!”
“But you seem interested!”
Link paled when the hand tightened impossibly so-and quickened it’s pace-his breath hitching-hitching-hitching-
“Why would I stop when-see? You are curious! Or at least your body is.” The hand squeezed again-jerked again-and Link bit his lip when he felt a sound nearly being forced out-
He had been caught off guard-but that wasn’t right! He was-he had been trained well enough hadn’t he?
Though Komui had gotten quite a name for himself-hadn’t he? Hadn’t Link read up, once, on old records? Old documents stating that certain Chinese Born Science Branch heads should be looked out for because of the horrible antics and tricks they pulled-even on the best Exorcists and Generals? Even on-
He yelped, this time-
Komui -and the Supervisor-lowered his head-a low chuckle-
“Unhand me!” Link thought this most opportune to kick-except it was nearly too painful when the man’s hands slowed-down there-on his-and-
Another gasp-
“Why?”
A thumb, brushing over-Link shivered-
“You’re so close!--you really are a virgin.”
He didn’t get a chance to respond to that statement before his mouth-was being muffled and-and-“For a Crow you certainly aren’t very quiet-”
And just like that.
With one last squeeze.
The Supervisor was up, wiping his hand on his coat because it was covered in something whiter than his skin-and Link knew what it was but he couldn’t exactly breathe and wasn’t that a bit of an issue? Yes. Yes. It was.
And he was being helped up-tucked in-he grimaced each time-
“There. Weren’t you curious?” He shot daggers at that smile-to happy, wide, grinning-he would never trust that smile again, and the owner of that unforgivable smile seemed to notice, “Now shouldn’t you be going? Or-did you have anything else to ask of me?”
“No. I. Didn’t.” He hated how his voice couldn’t exactly work-at the smiling face of the Supervisor he knew he would be seeing quite a bit more of-even if not for the missions.
“Well I’m always happy to help when you need it.” He still kept the smile, even as Link turned to the door once more (how had no one walked in? How had-he grimaced as he nearly tripped-his legs felt like the filling he so loved to put in cakes-jell-o) and prepared to leave-made sure each button was tactfully back in place-made sure-
“At the very least you won’t be asking about that will you? Or have I just created another problem?~”
Yes Link did slam the door. Even if it made a little more racket than needed.
Supervisor Komui Lee needed to be watched, he decided-if not avoided at all possible-he made a mental note before heading back down the stone corridor, leading back to his and his charges room.
Trying--trying to quell the sickening feeling in his stomach-and the cold harsh truth of-well-
Maybe he was interested.
Or not.
He wouldn’t send that report to Louvelier, no, he did need to work on being concise after all.
Fandom: D. Gray Man
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Komui Lee x Howard Link, Allen
For: dgm_fuh_q round Five Komui Lee!
Rating: M for Mild Limey flavor!
Summary: In which Howard Link goes to Headquarters one true Supervisor-Komui Lee-for advice on a peciluar incident with our white haired Exorcist, and found he bit off a little more than he could chew.
A/N: Actually managed to finish this way before the due date of the 30th. If that isn’t so much of a relief, well, I wrote most of this while feeling…pretty crappy. So I feel like I've basically repeated a bunch of stuff (description wise), totally screwed up Link's personality in a few places, and heck--even Komui's--but I got a plot bunny for this that wouldn't leave me alone. I don't think it cares so much that I like...never work with these characters *sigh* ah well, hopefully it won't suck too bad? *hopeful* Um--comments are welcome, if you choose to give them. Also wrote this in about 2 hours....ish...forgive me for the typos. I really don't wanna look at this again. Or at least not right now
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He knew it wasn’t going well-and hadn’t been-for quite some time. It was a simple fact of actually turning and looking, when others weren’t, which, to say, was quite easy to ignore and much harder to do but-it was just another thing, wasn’t it?
- - -
Komui let out a sigh, and stared at the stack of papers.
He really, really wanted to get out of this. This-and he wanted coffee, he wanted his dear little Lenalee-chan to flounce in through the doors-tray in hand, ready and willing to give him the warm nice coffee that she always did-
Except she already had.
And it was gone now-his eyes flittered to the mug, pink with the tall-tale rabbit print, and very decidedly empty. Not a drop left.
This. Was. Hell.
He let out a groan, head falling easily on the mess of papers, wishing for once that he could fall asleep. Except he knew he wouldn’t-because if he did then Reever would come in-jerk his ear-yell at him again and-life just wasn’t fair sometimes, was it?
No. No it wasn’t.
He let out another groan, banging his head against the wood-that-you-couldn’t-tell-it-was-and-it-might-as-well-be-paper-because-that-was-all-you-could-see and groaned again. If only this pile would go away (which it wouldn’t) if only Lenalee would come in (which she wouldn’t) if only he could fall asleep (which he wouldn’t, unfortunately, until the caffeine wore itself off, haha lovely caffeinated beverage that it was) -
It was hopeless; at least, he thought it was. Until-of course, he was proven wrong (great scientist that he was) -and the door rather unceremoniously banged open.
Or not banged, but it opened somehow-and was loud enough-along with the coupled voice-to make him raise his head in a quick jolt of energy and-
It wasn’t who he expected to see. Not that he expected much less (or more) due to current circumstances.
“Inspector Link,” he said-all smiles.
“Supervisor Lee,” the man answered (repeated?)-shoulders back and tense, forehead scrunched but only slightly at some irritation, Komui could only guess what. The man paused for a moment in his steps, frowning at the mess of the room before looking back at him, eyes narrowed, “You wouldn’t happen to be shirking your duties would you?”
Komui looked past the man, almost expecting to see Allen there, dawdling behind him looking annoyed. But he didn’t. It was enough to question, “Well as you can see,” he motioned to the quill, and ink well, “I’m…working, but I see you lost Allen again?”
The man’s lips turned to a deeper frown-it wasn’t very appealing, really-and the man stood impossibly straighter, “I did not lose him.”
“It seems to happen a lot lately,” Komui brought his eyes down to the paper he had been attempting to sign, glancing over the contents quickly before scrawling out his name, “Did you check in the cafeteria? The lounge? Or he could be hanging out with Lavi at the library.”
“I. Did. Not. Lose. Him.” The blond restated, and Komui glanced up again, seeing the frown lessen-but the tense, pinched expression remain, “he’s…sleeping.”
Komui raised an eyebrow, “Sleeping?”
“In his room. Has been. Starting at Five thirty this evening and as you can see it is now promptly eight o’clock.”
Ah, Komui straightened a little, “Really? Well he certainly does enjoy his sleep.” The man still looked tense, “Ah, but-is everything alright? Do you believe he’s ill?”
The man’s shoulders relaxed, but only marginally, green eyes narrowing with a pent up sigh-Komui could see it, even if the uptight Inspector hadn’t wanted him to-he…was worried-“I…don’t believe…it’s an illness that can be treated by the medical wing.”
Komui raised his other eyebrow, “Really.” A nod, “And…you came to me because…?”
“I wrote a report on it. Some time ago.” The man halted his words-which was unusual. Link was known for-being longwinded…having details that would nearly come up to par with the Bookmen-or at least Lavi, in any case.
“And? You sent it to Louvelier didn’t you?” the man didn’t nod but the look was enough, “Then why come to-”
“It would be for your Benefit to know about your own Exorcists, don’t you think, Supervisor?” Komui’s eyes narrowed, but the Inspector ignored it, “After all you do seem to care for them.” More than is appropriate Komui would have added on-or knew Link would but harsh words would get him nowhere now.
“Yes. I do. But as you can see,” he looked at the pile of papers,” if I have it I’m nowhere near reading it. I was under the impression that my input didn’t matter.” Especially when it came to Allen Walker, as much as he hated it-the situation was truly out of his hands.
It nearly made him sick but the young Inspector didn’t need to know this. If it was a secret to begin with.
“It should be there.” The blond stated-urgent and-
“If I didn’t know any better,” Komui picked out a paper from the top of the stack, eyeing Link out of the corner of his eye, “I’d say you wanted something from me? May I ask what it is?” From the slight tensing of his shoulders when he brought his hand back from the top of the pile-to the--Ah this was it. It had to be it-who would have thought it would be the next thing he grabbed? How lucky--
“It is…in the report.” The man shifted and if this had been any other situation-he would say the man was simply awkward. But now he seemed…embarrassed? No, that couldn’t be it-Komui’s eyes flitted down the page-catching on various words-
Every Night…bathroom…sounds…pain…asks for…feverish…
Komui frowned, halted his reading-and glanced back up at the blond who looked about ready to start pacing or-at the very least…like he wanted to be anywhere but there.
He let out a sigh and looked back at the document, reading it over-slowly this time-and connecting the dots.
Every other night at precisely 3AM in the morning to approximately 3:30AM or later, Walker takes a nightly stroll, while he believes I am in the comfort of my bed. Each night this nightly walk ends up at the bathroom near the library-one that is hardly ever used. After a few moments various noises can be heard-from water, to Walker’s own voice sounding like he is in great pain, and asks for help of some kind. When he leaves the bathroom, at the allotted time previously stated, he stumbles back to the room in a feverish daze and falls quickly and promptly back to sleep.
I have been following him on these nightly excursions since they have grown in frequency-they have once only been once or twice a week-but now that they are becoming nightly I believe some action needs to take place.
Then, rather abruptly, it cut off.
And Komui stared.
And stared.
And felt his lips, twitch, just a little-as a cough issued from Link’s throat-when he glanced up at him, he saw that his left eyebrow was twitching, slightly, eyes unfocused but trying to focus-on him.
“Well,” Komui half wondered if speaking was the best course of action, from the way the man jerked violently, “it certainly seems you’re bent on doing something about this.” He took off his glasses for a moment and rubbed his eyes.
“Of course, Walker’s behavior is highly unusual and-”
“Unusual?” Komui cut him off with a chuckle, “He’s a sixteen year old boy, I hardly think this is unusual.” Surprising, yes, but-honestly? He would have been worried if the boy was as chaste as the others kept joking about.
Though-if he was thinking about Lenalee when he-Komui shook the thought away. He wouldn’t dare. He would certainly make sure of that, wouldn’t he? He glanced up at the still fidgety Inspector and nearly smiled-he looked awkward, more so now than when he first barged in, and from the slightly…confused…look in his eyes--Oh--
“You…do know what you’ve been documenting, don’t you?” Link stiffened impossibly more-
“Of course I do.”
“Really.” The man nodded, “Then why don’t you tell me what it is,” he frowned, “think it is then?” Because he was certainly all about investigating wasn’t he? Komui certainly did feel sorry for his young charge-no personal space, in fact these nightly excursions were probably held in the privacy of his own room before the Inspector came-
He pushed those thoughts, promptly, away too.
“He-” again, he halted, and-was that a blush--“Supervisor, don’t think I’ll be so quick to jump to indecency in my claims.”
Oh. Komui cocked his head to the side, “I never said you were. I just asked what you think it was.” Now he looked flustered-simply so, “Though is it really that embarrassing?”
“It’s indecent.” A now very flustered, very flushed Link repeated, “Sixteen year old boy or not.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve never tried…?” He knew right when the sentence fell from between his lips that maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. Half-finished though it was-the appalled look on his face afterward-
“Never!” He spat, looking, thoroughly, violated, “I have been under the Vatican my entirely life-such an act is-”
“Then you’re virgin aren’t you?”
Link’s face flushed, “Ye-s! That’s-”
“An inappropriate question I know,” Komui immediately ducked his head focusing on the paper that described-essentially-any normal teenage boy act. Wasn’t everyone a little indecent once in a while? He quickly shook that thought away as well-grabbing another stack from the pile and reading it over even though the words blurred together and he really quite honestly (if he was honest) didn’t read it, and scrawled his name across at the bottom.
He half expected the Inspector to leave.
But-after signing a few more sheets like this-when the man didn’t budge, he questioned, lightly, “You wanted to ask me something-what is it?”
- -
Inspector Howard Link was never one to flounder. He prided himself in being quick and thorough in every aspect of his life. Even his records showed this pride-he had ever minute detail, however insignificant -and though he had been scolded for this on many occasions he would still uphold this pride.
That is, until he ran into a situation like this.
He hadn’t expected his newly assigned mission to be easy, no-Inspector Louvelier had assigned it to him for a precise reason.
Allen Walker was a traitor.
A boy of maybe 16, with snow white hair, grey eyes, and a pale complexion-body recently marred with scars and eye cursed since that fateful day when he was ten years old. He rarely talked of his past-he rarely talked of Mana-and, most importantly, he was the 14th’s host.
But-maybe-Link cursed himself mentally for this small lapse-he had missed one particular detail.
Allen Walker was a sixteen year old boy.
A sixteen year old boy…with needs-as the man in front of him had stated, rather blatantly.
why was he here again? Link watched as the Supervisor scrawled his signature on the paper-not even seeming to read the contents-and then he asked, again and-
What could Link say? he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a soft laugh-a chuckle-and a shake of black hair, falling loose from its normally held back ponytail.
How long had he been sitting there? Link didn’t want to wonder-the stack of finished papers was almost as tall as the ‘unfinished’.
Maybe that was enough.
Link let out a sigh and turned on his heels to leave-but the man’s voice stopped him, “Link?” He stiffened at such a lack of respect-who was Komui Lee to call him by his name? they barely knew each other! But he turned regardless-to look the man in the eye. He was still behind the desk, but looked ready to stand, beret forgotten on the table top-one glance at the long-empty mug. And he was smiling again-did the man always smile?-Link didn’t know, and it worried him.
“Yes, Supervisor?”
“Give the boy some privacy will you?”
“But if it really is-”
The insane laughter erupted again, and Link felt his face begin to flush again-regardless of the implications he-was--not--“I know you’re one for detail-I’ve seen a few of your regular reports.” Warm dark eyes met his, but the smile was there-“But is this really something that should be…detailed?”
His face flushed brighter, “I was placed in charge of-” his breath caught, “If he were to escape during one of these-” Something in those dark eyes glinted, just as the pit of Link’s stomach warmed with embarrassment.
For once in his life, Howard Link was speechless. Or, no, he wasn’t that proud-he had been before-from deplorable acts of sin, but wasn’t this much the same? Thinking of his young charge-doing--that--in the safety of a barely-used bathroom in the early morning hours before anyone dared to wander the halls-
“Or are you curious?” He jolted at the man’s next words-flushing impossibly brighter and turning his head away. It didn’t help, he could still here the footsteps, echoing off the floor-and then-a hand nearly rested on his shoulder but the hand dropped, thankfully, when they were met with tense shoulders and quick maneuvers. “Being curious isn’t wrong.” The Supervisor continued, with that same near-manic smile -disregarding the sudden space between them.
Supervisor Komui Lee was not very good at taking warnings.
Link was sure he’d write this down on one of his many records. Have Komui Lee watched more closely-but--now--
“I am notcurious.”
“You said yourself you haven’t tried it.” He stepped closer, Link backed away, “Of course you’re curious. And if your mind says you aren’t then your body would certainly say so.”
“I assure it wouldn’t. Now if you excuse me Supervisor-” he was by the door now, if he could reach the handle and-
He realized too soon he was trapped. This is what-he-had--wanted
“You came here seeking my help.” Link tensed as one pale hand wrapped it’s way around his wrist, firmly, but not harsh enough to where he couldn’t pull away-and Link knew, even if he had, he could break free easily enough. He had been trained, after all. Though attacking the Head Chief-would certainly look bad. Even if for self-defense in case-Link tensed even further when the older man leaned down, lips brushing his ear-“I would like to ask-what do you needhelp with?”
It was-a good enough question, wasn’t it?
“I already received the answer I needed.” He numbly responded, “Now if you will move away-I will be on my wa-”
“Is being this close bothering you-Link?” the words rushed by his ear once more, and Link couldn’t help but jolt-“You’re so jumpy! You should know I don’t mean it!” He was almost thankful when the Chinese man stepped away-leaving his personal space no longer violated so horribly-but with his hand still firmly around Link’s wrist. He tugged at it-gently-still smiling-
“Yes well if you don’t mean it then I-will be going now.”
Except his legs weren’t moving.
And the Supervisor had such a painfully amused expression on his face. This was…notgood.
Maybe that observation was a bit belated-when he felt another hand added to his chest-fiddling with the high collar on his coat, and then with the buttons-
“Supervisor Lee!” He snapped as the hand began wandering lower-each button-and-wait-“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just curious~” the lighthearted tone threw him, for half a second, that is-at least-until the hand somehow unbuttoned the first few buttons-at lightning speed-wait-wait-“Don’t be so jumpy! Isn’t it a little too warm to be wearing a coat anyway?”
“It. Is not.” And it wasn’t, with the perpetual cold chill the stone hallways seemed to have. A coat was just fine-and now it was being removed, by the one person (two people, three, four-no-he couldn’t see anyone other than himself removing the coat!) he hadn’t-expected-“Now would you stop?” He managed to push the man back a little with his free hand-
He hadn’t counted on being pulled along-until the body made for a rather sound fall against the cold tiled flooring-
“Ah-Ah-Ah~ ouch!~” He stiffened and raised his head immediately at the pained choked sound-
The Supervisor was sprawled under him-and Link himself on top-pinning him (with much more force than necessary) down. His eyes didn’t even get a chance to widen before he tried to scramble up-cheeks flushing-“I-” apologies were in order, for tact, but were they really?
The hands on his hips explained enough.
“Un--hand me!” he ground out, but the hands only squeezed tighter-and he was met with an equally smiling face.
He nearly felt sick. Nearly almost.
“Hmm, but-why?”
Why?!
“This is improper!”
“What is?” The hands squeezed tighter at his hips-for leverage-and soon Link was face to face with the supervisor, “I haven’t done anything yet.” The fingers spread along his hips, snaking down-bunching up his coat-Link frowned-“Unless you want me to?”
He tensed at that, “No! That’s what’s--indecent--”
“Is it really?”
Link blinked-noting-a bit startlingly-the smile was gone.
“You’ve never been touched-have you?” The hands squeezed a bit at his hips a little tighter-“Aren’t you curious? Wouldn’t you like to know why-Allen sneaks away-during the night? Why it sounds like he’s in pain?” Link wanted to shake his head-and almost succeeded-but a hand caught his chin before he could-stilling the movement, “You probably won’t believe me but I highly doubt he’s in pain. In fact I think it’s the exact opposite.” The hand holding his chin dropped to his lap, trailing up just as quickly to fiddle with the buttons again-
“Exact opposite? I don’t believe I want to know do I?”
“Do you?” Link tensed when he felt the first few-no--no--remaining few (when had that happened?) buttons come undone, and his jacket fall from his shoulders to pool around his middle.
Komui’s-no-the Supervisors hands were no longer there though-and Link tensed again as they messed with his shirt, before stopping-and saying, lowly, “Aren’t you curious? To know? What kind of pleasure can bring you pain because it feels so good?”
“No.” The response was flat, “And I would like it if you would unhand me.” He hated how his voice cracked for the last half-just as much as he hated the amused, cheery grin that sweeped across the Chinese man’s lips-“Supervisor-”
“Would it hurt you to call me Komui?” Dark eyes met his, “Everyone else does-and I really don’t think titles are needed in this situation.”
Link’s eyes widened, “But there isn’t a situation--Supervisor!”
“Well, Inspector, I believe there is.” And then a hand-a hand a-hand and-it was dipping into his pants and he--would not allow this but----“For curiosities sake.” Then a vice, and Link’s stomach rolled because that. One. Area. Should never be touched! Much less by another man-
“Supervisor-”
“Hm?” The hand tightened, moved-where were Link’s hands-he tried to shift and nearly fell over if it weren’t for the grip on his hip-
He realized a bit too late that the jacket wasn’t helping-Komui--the Supervisor--had purposely left the last two buttons buttoned-and now the sleeves dragged, though he was sure-he could-but the man was too close-and--
“Unhand me right-now!”
“But you seem interested!”
Link paled when the hand tightened impossibly so-and quickened it’s pace-his breath hitching-hitching-hitching-
“Why would I stop when-see? You are curious! Or at least your body is.” The hand squeezed again-jerked again-and Link bit his lip when he felt a sound nearly being forced out-
He had been caught off guard-but that wasn’t right! He was-he had been trained well enough hadn’t he?
Though Komui had gotten quite a name for himself-hadn’t he? Hadn’t Link read up, once, on old records? Old documents stating that certain Chinese Born Science Branch heads should be looked out for because of the horrible antics and tricks they pulled-even on the best Exorcists and Generals? Even on-
He yelped, this time-
Komui -and the Supervisor-lowered his head-a low chuckle-
“Unhand me!” Link thought this most opportune to kick-except it was nearly too painful when the man’s hands slowed-down there-on his-and-
Another gasp-
“Why?”
A thumb, brushing over-Link shivered-
“You’re so close!--you really are a virgin.”
He didn’t get a chance to respond to that statement before his mouth-was being muffled and-and-“For a Crow you certainly aren’t very quiet-”
And just like that.
With one last squeeze.
The Supervisor was up, wiping his hand on his coat because it was covered in something whiter than his skin-and Link knew what it was but he couldn’t exactly breathe and wasn’t that a bit of an issue? Yes. Yes. It was.
And he was being helped up-tucked in-he grimaced each time-
“There. Weren’t you curious?” He shot daggers at that smile-to happy, wide, grinning-he would never trust that smile again, and the owner of that unforgivable smile seemed to notice, “Now shouldn’t you be going? Or-did you have anything else to ask of me?”
“No. I. Didn’t.” He hated how his voice couldn’t exactly work-at the smiling face of the Supervisor he knew he would be seeing quite a bit more of-even if not for the missions.
“Well I’m always happy to help when you need it.” He still kept the smile, even as Link turned to the door once more (how had no one walked in? How had-he grimaced as he nearly tripped-his legs felt like the filling he so loved to put in cakes-jell-o) and prepared to leave-made sure each button was tactfully back in place-made sure-
“At the very least you won’t be asking about that will you? Or have I just created another problem?~”
Yes Link did slam the door. Even if it made a little more racket than needed.
Supervisor Komui Lee needed to be watched, he decided-if not avoided at all possible-he made a mental note before heading back down the stone corridor, leading back to his and his charges room.
Trying--trying to quell the sickening feeling in his stomach-and the cold harsh truth of-well-
Maybe he was interested.
Or not.
He wouldn’t send that report to Louvelier, no, he did need to work on being concise after all.