D.Gray-man; multiple pairings; drabble: "Best Kind of Habit", "Perfectly Windy Sky"
So! It's been a while since I've updated with fic. I know, I know. I've found a new fandom to love, and with it comes fanfiction (finally!). So here we are with fic. Ta-da!
Title: Best Kind of Habit
Author: Kitana
Warnings: PG, Lavi x Kanda. Another drabble. Lavi’s gotten pretty good at getting his way when it comes to Kanda.
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Kanda’s stare seemed to have a will, a life of its own. “What did I tell you about calling me by my first name, you idiot?”
Lavi sidled up closer to Kanda, draping his arms around the taller man’s shoulders. “But, Yu,” Lavi said, stressing each syllable. “You know you can’t resist me when I say it.”
“Tch.” Kanda turned up his nose. “Shows how much you know.”
Lavi pressed his hips against Kanda’s. “So then, Yu, what’s this?” The redhead grinned when he heard Kanda exhale sharply.
“Nothing that concerns you.” Kanda’s mouth was set in a firm line. Not scary like when he was in battle-mode, but his expression was the same kind of determination. Of course he wasn’t just going to blithely submit to Lavi’s advances. But Kanda wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t know that Lavi would just keep pressing forward anyway.
Somewhere in the back is his mind, Lavi was quite amused. Each time with Kanda was like boring through an iron wall. It was one of many constants with Kanda. “I think it is very much of my concern,” Lavi murmured, pressing his lips to Kanda’s.
Kanda didn’t immediately welcome Lavi’s kiss.
But he didn’t resist it either.
Title: Perfectly Windy Sky
Author: Kitana
Warnings: R, Tyki x Allen. Drabble set around episode 56. Really just a bit of spin on the event, for my own (pleasure) purposes. >D
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“You’re rather weak now, aren’t you, boy?”
Allen turned slightly to look in the direction of the voice. He frowned. It sounded awfully familiar. Suddenly, a sharp pain lashed through his left eye and his entire head. More memories, Suman’s memories, came flooding back into his consciousness.
I don’t want to die!
Suman.
What’s your name?
That voice.
An arm came around Allen’s neck, encircling him like a half hug. “So you are weak now. Shame that you‘re the exorcist I‘m supposed to be hunting. In this condition you won't be a lot of fun to fight... but it would be boring to just kill you.”
Allen gritted his teeth, otherwise unmoving. Even if he had wanted to move, he couldn’t. He was almost too weak to turn his head again. “Who are you?” Allen asked. “You’re a Noah, aren’t you?”
The breath near his ear was hot. “If you play with me, maybe I’ll tell you.” With that, a tongue slicked its way down his neck and Allen shivered at the strange touch. Of all the feelings to be having, a slight bit of … something … on top of the fatigue, despair, and frustration.
Tyki smiled. Allen tasted like blood, sweat, and tears, and all of his emotions radiated from him, completely palpable and delicious. It was an intoxicating mix that came from all of the Exorcists … but the sense of Allen seemed to be more potent, magnified. Tyki knew that his prey would make a fine plaything.
He almost wished he’d be able to keep him and have him whenever he pleased.
If only it weren’t for orders.
Title: Best Kind of Habit
Author: Kitana
Warnings: PG, Lavi x Kanda. Another drabble. Lavi’s gotten pretty good at getting his way when it comes to Kanda.
***
Kanda’s stare seemed to have a will, a life of its own. “What did I tell you about calling me by my first name, you idiot?”
Lavi sidled up closer to Kanda, draping his arms around the taller man’s shoulders. “But, Yu,” Lavi said, stressing each syllable. “You know you can’t resist me when I say it.”
“Tch.” Kanda turned up his nose. “Shows how much you know.”
Lavi pressed his hips against Kanda’s. “So then, Yu, what’s this?” The redhead grinned when he heard Kanda exhale sharply.
“Nothing that concerns you.” Kanda’s mouth was set in a firm line. Not scary like when he was in battle-mode, but his expression was the same kind of determination. Of course he wasn’t just going to blithely submit to Lavi’s advances. But Kanda wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t know that Lavi would just keep pressing forward anyway.
Somewhere in the back is his mind, Lavi was quite amused. Each time with Kanda was like boring through an iron wall. It was one of many constants with Kanda. “I think it is very much of my concern,” Lavi murmured, pressing his lips to Kanda’s.
Kanda didn’t immediately welcome Lavi’s kiss.
But he didn’t resist it either.
Title: Perfectly Windy Sky
Author: Kitana
Warnings: R, Tyki x Allen. Drabble set around episode 56. Really just a bit of spin on the event, for my own (pleasure) purposes. >D
***
“You’re rather weak now, aren’t you, boy?”
Allen turned slightly to look in the direction of the voice. He frowned. It sounded awfully familiar. Suddenly, a sharp pain lashed through his left eye and his entire head. More memories, Suman’s memories, came flooding back into his consciousness.
I don’t want to die!
Suman.
What’s your name?
That voice.
An arm came around Allen’s neck, encircling him like a half hug. “So you are weak now. Shame that you‘re the exorcist I‘m supposed to be hunting. In this condition you won't be a lot of fun to fight... but it would be boring to just kill you.”
Allen gritted his teeth, otherwise unmoving. Even if he had wanted to move, he couldn’t. He was almost too weak to turn his head again. “Who are you?” Allen asked. “You’re a Noah, aren’t you?”
The breath near his ear was hot. “If you play with me, maybe I’ll tell you.” With that, a tongue slicked its way down his neck and Allen shivered at the strange touch. Of all the feelings to be having, a slight bit of … something … on top of the fatigue, despair, and frustration.
Tyki smiled. Allen tasted like blood, sweat, and tears, and all of his emotions radiated from him, completely palpable and delicious. It was an intoxicating mix that came from all of the Exorcists … but the sense of Allen seemed to be more potent, magnified. Tyki knew that his prey would make a fine plaything.
He almost wished he’d be able to keep him and have him whenever he pleased.
If only it weren’t for orders.