D.Gray-man; Komui x Lenalee (Leecest): "Visions Left Unseen"
So, I wrote this for the kink meme and decided to go ahead and post it here in my writing journal now.
Title: Visions Left Unseen
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17, Komui x Lenalee (Leecest); Spoilers for the end of the DGM anime. Ever since her Dark Boots’ evolution, he’d come every day to inspect the cross-like scars on her legs.
***
Dusk was closing upon the day, and Komui had enough break time from helping repair Lab 5 to visit Lenalee. Ever since her Dark Boots’ evolution, he’d come every day to inspect the cross-like scars on her legs. It was like the stigmata seen on the foreheads of the Noah; Komui couldn’t fathom why the scars were identical, but he hoped that by investigating on his down time, he would come to figure something out.
His poor Lenalee…
Komui knocked on Lenalee’s room door, entering only when he heard the lilt of her voice waft through the entrance.
Lenalee sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs like she used to do as a kid. Before the Dark Order, before the Dark Boots. She had told Komui that her legs felt so much lighter since the crystallization of her Innocence. It made her happier to be an exorcist, now that he legs were not weighted down with the form of her imperfect Dark Boots.
“Evening, Lenalee,” Komui said, a soft smile crossing his lips. No matter how tired, how stressed… seeing Lenalee always made him better.
Lenalee smiled back. “Have you come to look at my legs again, nii-san? There’s nothing new from yesterday, I’m telling you.”
Komui pulled up a little stool next to Lenalee and plopped on it. Lenalee placed her right foot in his lap as was usual. “Of course… these things have to be well-documented, you know.”
There was a long, contented silence while Komui stared and pondered at the scar. He ran his fingertips over the scar, amazed at how though it looked as though it had been gouged, it was completely level instead. He continued to stroke the scar, lost in thought. He idly caressed the rest of her leg, noting that the texture of the scar was only slightly rougher than the rest of her. That was something Komui didn’t know what to make of.
Abruptly, Lenalee coughed, bringing Komui’s attention away from her legs. She looked down at him with an unreadable expression, her cheeks and lips flushed.
Komui snatched his hands away from Lenalee’s leg hastily. “Lenalee-chan, what’s wrong? Did I…? Did it hurt?”
“No, it didn’t hurt. I,” Lenalee started, pausing momentarily to think. She then gestured for Komui to sit next to her. “Komui, do you remember what we did before I left for the mission to hunt down Marshall Cross?”
Komui moved and seated himself next to Lenalee on her bed. Images flashed briefly through his head of the time Lenalee referenced. Her head thrown back, long dark hair flowing over stark white pillows. Her arms, wrapped tightly around his neck, her long fingers wound into his hair. Yes, he remembered. How could he forget?
“I remember,” Komui said softly. He felt the bed dip as Lenalee shifted to embrace him in a sideways hug.
“I want that again, nii-san.” Lenalee whispered in his ear, pressing her face against his cheek.
Komui wasn’t sure what to think. That incident had begun as a fantastic mistake. Lenalee drank the wrong cup of juice that night. Somehow the aphrodisiac elixir he’d been working on - hey, who said you couldn’t make a little money outside of the Order? - had gotten into the kitchen. Lenalee wasn’t the only one to have some, but she was the only one who’d approached him that night while bringing midnight coffee. Even still… he didn’t think she’d remember the details so vividly the next day.
He had apologized profusely and chided himself silly until Lenalee told him to stop, saying that the potion had given her courage. She loved him so much already, why couldn’t she love him that way too? She had asked that in such an innocent way that Komui had no choice but to give in to himself and his fancies. And here Lenalee was now, completely unaffected by some crazy test tube elixir, asking for a repeat performance.
“Lenalee…” Komui started. He didn’t know what to say. If he said yes, then… but if he said no, then…
“Komui.”
It was not a question, or a plea. It was a statement and, when Komui turned his head to acknowledge her, he found Lenalee’s lips meeting his own.
Lenalee pushed against Komui, not releasing his lips until he was flat on his back. She crawled atop of him, straddling his hips. She pressed her lips against Komui’s again, mentally willing him to respond. Slowly, his lips moved against hers, and his arms came around her, pulling her close. Komui felt Lenalee shiver against him as his tongue traced her lips and touched her own.
Lenalee pressed for more, deepening the kiss, the silence of her bedroom broken by the wet meeting of her mouth of Komui’s. Little gasps escape her; Komui was making her dizzy, so light-headed… she knew she could breathe through her nose, but her lungs just didn’t want to function that way.
Moaning, Lenalee broke the kiss. She buried her face in the crook of Komui’s neck, trying to control her breathing as his hands slid beneath her blouse, up her back to unclasp her bra. Komui motioned for Lenalee to sit up, and the strapless garment was easily tossed to the side. Her nipples were erect, pressing tantalizingly against the thin fabric of her blouse. Unable to help himself, Komui mouthed her nipples through the shirt, wetting her shirt and nipples with little flicks of his tongue.
He reached up to undo the buttons of her shirt, just enough to expose her shoulders and breasts, perky and perfect. He left little kisses all over her breasts before coming to her nipples again, swirling his tongue around, his hands squeezing and caressing everywhere that his lips were not.. Lenalee found herself pushing her bosom into Komui’s face, breathing heavily, pleading for more with her breathless gasps and sighs.
In the back of her lust-muddled mind, Lenalee knew that only Komui could do this to her. Only Komui could make her feel safe, loved, secure and so good without ever even taking her clothes off all the way off. She rocked against him, his lips insistent on her breasts, feeling the hardness growing in his pants. She knew her panties were nearly drenched with her arousal and they had barely started… but she’d been waiting so long to ask for this...
Panting, Lenalee gently tugged Komui’s hair, pulling him away from her breasts. She shivered at the loss. “I don’t think…” she started, and then looked meaningfully at her brother. He held an expression so similar to her own, his cheeks flushed and his lips looking as bruised as hers probably did. His erection pressed against her, throbbing, and she squirmed. She’d gotten this far, but still didn’t know how to ask for what she really wanted.
Noticing the strange look on Lenalee’s face, Komui tensed. “What is it, Lenalee?” Part of him hoped that she wasn’t in the midst of regretting this.
Lenalee smiled and reached for his belt buckle. “Nothing.”
Komui knew that smile was reserved for him alone, and the thought set his heart racing. He would wager two month’s salary that that smile of hers could melt the ice off of even Kanda’s heart. And it was his and his alone. His Lenalee.
Sliding off of Komui’s lap, Lenalee struggled with the buttons on Komui’s pants until he took her hands in his and moved them away. She watched as he deftly undid each ridiculous button; an aching sensation set up in her groin, fueling her impatience. She has never felt this much anticipation before for anything. Komui lifted his hips, pushing down his pants until his erection was just barely free of its confines.
Lenalee gracefully slipped off the bed, reaching under her skirt to remove her panties. Her eyes were trained only on Komui, her body trembling with the need for him to be inside of her again. Slowly, Lenalee crawled back into Komui’s lap.
“You’re beautiful, my Lenalee…” Komui murmured, pulling her into another kiss.
Lenalee rubbed against Komui and he gasped into her mouth, the damp heat radiating from her groin was unbelievable. He wanted to wait a little longer, to feel more of her wetness drip onto him, but Lenalee had no such plans as she fit herself slowly on to Komui’s erection, her fingers clutching his shirt.
Komui groaned loudly, grasping her ass in both hands as she sank. He fell back against the bed, forcing himself the close his eyes. The sight of Lenalee the way she was, her blouse open and pooling at her elbows, her already short skirt hiked up to her waist, her exposed skin flushed so vibrantly pink… it was enough to break the mind of a man weaker than himself.
Fully seated, the room was filled with Lenalee’s little moans and gasps. A list of adjectives flashed through Komui’s mind, but none of them could describe how good Lenalee felt around him. Komui was long and thick, filling her up, stretching her wide, and Lenalee could think of nothing but the ecstasy that sang through her veins.
She began to move, savoring the feel of Komui’s length sliding in and out her. Eyes lidded, Lenalee watched the expression on her brother’s face. His mouth open, panting, his glasses crooked, his hair messy from her tousling it; knowing that Komui’s dishevelment was all her fault lit a fire of desire within her so deep, she briefly thought she must combust from the thought.
Lenalee moved faster, impaling herself upon his erection, forcing gasps out of Komui every time she came back down. She could feel Komui’s fingertips digging into her flesh, spurring her further. It felt so good, it felt so good...
“Komui…” Lenalee moaned, her voice rising in pitch. It was like she was outside of herself, part of her telling her to stay quiet, another part of her thoroughly not caring. “Komui…”
Komui felt himself throbbing within Lenalee, she was so tight and wet, and he knew he would not last much longer. He wanted to warn her somehow, but all he could manage was to gasp as she clenched down around his erection, trembling uncontrollably, something close to a wail forcing its way out of her throat.
“Le-na-lee!” Komui groaned, his eyes snapping open as he came, shuddering violently beneath her. Lenalee was nothing short of angelic to him, writhing in his lap as she rode out the waves of pleasure washing through her. SHE barely felt Komui when he came, her head thrown back, eyes wide and glassy. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chest heaved with the exertion.
For what seemed like a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but their recovering gasps and sighs. Lenalee was the first to move, sliding off of Komui’s lap to curl up at his side. Komui wrapped his arm around Lenalee’s shoulder.
It took Lenalee a moment to gather her thoughts. “Komui, aren’t Reever and Johnny going to want you back at Lab 5 soon?”
“Nope,” Komui chuckled and kissed Lenalee’s forehead. “I left Komurin the fourth there in my stead.”
Lenalee was too tired to properly feel the dread.
~Owari~
Title: Visions Left Unseen
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17, Komui x Lenalee (Leecest); Spoilers for the end of the DGM anime. Ever since her Dark Boots’ evolution, he’d come every day to inspect the cross-like scars on her legs.
***
Dusk was closing upon the day, and Komui had enough break time from helping repair Lab 5 to visit Lenalee. Ever since her Dark Boots’ evolution, he’d come every day to inspect the cross-like scars on her legs. It was like the stigmata seen on the foreheads of the Noah; Komui couldn’t fathom why the scars were identical, but he hoped that by investigating on his down time, he would come to figure something out.
His poor Lenalee…
Komui knocked on Lenalee’s room door, entering only when he heard the lilt of her voice waft through the entrance.
Lenalee sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs like she used to do as a kid. Before the Dark Order, before the Dark Boots. She had told Komui that her legs felt so much lighter since the crystallization of her Innocence. It made her happier to be an exorcist, now that he legs were not weighted down with the form of her imperfect Dark Boots.
“Evening, Lenalee,” Komui said, a soft smile crossing his lips. No matter how tired, how stressed… seeing Lenalee always made him better.
Lenalee smiled back. “Have you come to look at my legs again, nii-san? There’s nothing new from yesterday, I’m telling you.”
Komui pulled up a little stool next to Lenalee and plopped on it. Lenalee placed her right foot in his lap as was usual. “Of course… these things have to be well-documented, you know.”
There was a long, contented silence while Komui stared and pondered at the scar. He ran his fingertips over the scar, amazed at how though it looked as though it had been gouged, it was completely level instead. He continued to stroke the scar, lost in thought. He idly caressed the rest of her leg, noting that the texture of the scar was only slightly rougher than the rest of her. That was something Komui didn’t know what to make of.
Abruptly, Lenalee coughed, bringing Komui’s attention away from her legs. She looked down at him with an unreadable expression, her cheeks and lips flushed.
Komui snatched his hands away from Lenalee’s leg hastily. “Lenalee-chan, what’s wrong? Did I…? Did it hurt?”
“No, it didn’t hurt. I,” Lenalee started, pausing momentarily to think. She then gestured for Komui to sit next to her. “Komui, do you remember what we did before I left for the mission to hunt down Marshall Cross?”
Komui moved and seated himself next to Lenalee on her bed. Images flashed briefly through his head of the time Lenalee referenced. Her head thrown back, long dark hair flowing over stark white pillows. Her arms, wrapped tightly around his neck, her long fingers wound into his hair. Yes, he remembered. How could he forget?
“I remember,” Komui said softly. He felt the bed dip as Lenalee shifted to embrace him in a sideways hug.
“I want that again, nii-san.” Lenalee whispered in his ear, pressing her face against his cheek.
Komui wasn’t sure what to think. That incident had begun as a fantastic mistake. Lenalee drank the wrong cup of juice that night. Somehow the aphrodisiac elixir he’d been working on - hey, who said you couldn’t make a little money outside of the Order? - had gotten into the kitchen. Lenalee wasn’t the only one to have some, but she was the only one who’d approached him that night while bringing midnight coffee. Even still… he didn’t think she’d remember the details so vividly the next day.
He had apologized profusely and chided himself silly until Lenalee told him to stop, saying that the potion had given her courage. She loved him so much already, why couldn’t she love him that way too? She had asked that in such an innocent way that Komui had no choice but to give in to himself and his fancies. And here Lenalee was now, completely unaffected by some crazy test tube elixir, asking for a repeat performance.
“Lenalee…” Komui started. He didn’t know what to say. If he said yes, then… but if he said no, then…
“Komui.”
It was not a question, or a plea. It was a statement and, when Komui turned his head to acknowledge her, he found Lenalee’s lips meeting his own.
Lenalee pushed against Komui, not releasing his lips until he was flat on his back. She crawled atop of him, straddling his hips. She pressed her lips against Komui’s again, mentally willing him to respond. Slowly, his lips moved against hers, and his arms came around her, pulling her close. Komui felt Lenalee shiver against him as his tongue traced her lips and touched her own.
Lenalee pressed for more, deepening the kiss, the silence of her bedroom broken by the wet meeting of her mouth of Komui’s. Little gasps escape her; Komui was making her dizzy, so light-headed… she knew she could breathe through her nose, but her lungs just didn’t want to function that way.
Moaning, Lenalee broke the kiss. She buried her face in the crook of Komui’s neck, trying to control her breathing as his hands slid beneath her blouse, up her back to unclasp her bra. Komui motioned for Lenalee to sit up, and the strapless garment was easily tossed to the side. Her nipples were erect, pressing tantalizingly against the thin fabric of her blouse. Unable to help himself, Komui mouthed her nipples through the shirt, wetting her shirt and nipples with little flicks of his tongue.
He reached up to undo the buttons of her shirt, just enough to expose her shoulders and breasts, perky and perfect. He left little kisses all over her breasts before coming to her nipples again, swirling his tongue around, his hands squeezing and caressing everywhere that his lips were not.. Lenalee found herself pushing her bosom into Komui’s face, breathing heavily, pleading for more with her breathless gasps and sighs.
In the back of her lust-muddled mind, Lenalee knew that only Komui could do this to her. Only Komui could make her feel safe, loved, secure and so good without ever even taking her clothes off all the way off. She rocked against him, his lips insistent on her breasts, feeling the hardness growing in his pants. She knew her panties were nearly drenched with her arousal and they had barely started… but she’d been waiting so long to ask for this...
Panting, Lenalee gently tugged Komui’s hair, pulling him away from her breasts. She shivered at the loss. “I don’t think…” she started, and then looked meaningfully at her brother. He held an expression so similar to her own, his cheeks flushed and his lips looking as bruised as hers probably did. His erection pressed against her, throbbing, and she squirmed. She’d gotten this far, but still didn’t know how to ask for what she really wanted.
Noticing the strange look on Lenalee’s face, Komui tensed. “What is it, Lenalee?” Part of him hoped that she wasn’t in the midst of regretting this.
Lenalee smiled and reached for his belt buckle. “Nothing.”
Komui knew that smile was reserved for him alone, and the thought set his heart racing. He would wager two month’s salary that that smile of hers could melt the ice off of even Kanda’s heart. And it was his and his alone. His Lenalee.
Sliding off of Komui’s lap, Lenalee struggled with the buttons on Komui’s pants until he took her hands in his and moved them away. She watched as he deftly undid each ridiculous button; an aching sensation set up in her groin, fueling her impatience. She has never felt this much anticipation before for anything. Komui lifted his hips, pushing down his pants until his erection was just barely free of its confines.
Lenalee gracefully slipped off the bed, reaching under her skirt to remove her panties. Her eyes were trained only on Komui, her body trembling with the need for him to be inside of her again. Slowly, Lenalee crawled back into Komui’s lap.
“You’re beautiful, my Lenalee…” Komui murmured, pulling her into another kiss.
Lenalee rubbed against Komui and he gasped into her mouth, the damp heat radiating from her groin was unbelievable. He wanted to wait a little longer, to feel more of her wetness drip onto him, but Lenalee had no such plans as she fit herself slowly on to Komui’s erection, her fingers clutching his shirt.
Komui groaned loudly, grasping her ass in both hands as she sank. He fell back against the bed, forcing himself the close his eyes. The sight of Lenalee the way she was, her blouse open and pooling at her elbows, her already short skirt hiked up to her waist, her exposed skin flushed so vibrantly pink… it was enough to break the mind of a man weaker than himself.
Fully seated, the room was filled with Lenalee’s little moans and gasps. A list of adjectives flashed through Komui’s mind, but none of them could describe how good Lenalee felt around him. Komui was long and thick, filling her up, stretching her wide, and Lenalee could think of nothing but the ecstasy that sang through her veins.
She began to move, savoring the feel of Komui’s length sliding in and out her. Eyes lidded, Lenalee watched the expression on her brother’s face. His mouth open, panting, his glasses crooked, his hair messy from her tousling it; knowing that Komui’s dishevelment was all her fault lit a fire of desire within her so deep, she briefly thought she must combust from the thought.
Lenalee moved faster, impaling herself upon his erection, forcing gasps out of Komui every time she came back down. She could feel Komui’s fingertips digging into her flesh, spurring her further. It felt so good, it felt so good...
“Komui…” Lenalee moaned, her voice rising in pitch. It was like she was outside of herself, part of her telling her to stay quiet, another part of her thoroughly not caring. “Komui…”
Komui felt himself throbbing within Lenalee, she was so tight and wet, and he knew he would not last much longer. He wanted to warn her somehow, but all he could manage was to gasp as she clenched down around his erection, trembling uncontrollably, something close to a wail forcing its way out of her throat.
“Le-na-lee!” Komui groaned, his eyes snapping open as he came, shuddering violently beneath her. Lenalee was nothing short of angelic to him, writhing in his lap as she rode out the waves of pleasure washing through her. SHE barely felt Komui when he came, her head thrown back, eyes wide and glassy. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chest heaved with the exertion.
For what seemed like a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but their recovering gasps and sighs. Lenalee was the first to move, sliding off of Komui’s lap to curl up at his side. Komui wrapped his arm around Lenalee’s shoulder.
It took Lenalee a moment to gather her thoughts. “Komui, aren’t Reever and Johnny going to want you back at Lab 5 soon?”
“Nope,” Komui chuckled and kissed Lenalee’s forehead. “I left Komurin the fourth there in my stead.”
Lenalee was too tired to properly feel the dread.
~Owari~