[fic] how to wash it away (kanda/lavi)
Title: How To Wash It Away
Pairing: Kanda/Lavi
Rating: PG-13
A/N: High School AU series
Last night when Kanda was showing Lavi how to wash the vegetables properly - yes there is a proper way, there is an art to everything - Lavi had gone sour in the face, a very unusual thing to see, even when Kanda knows very well about the ups and downs of Lavi's personalities.
He had gone sour, and then appeared repulsed by something invisible. It might have been vile. Or it might have been the Japanese vegetable.
"What's wrong?" Kanda had asked, to push things along because of the fucking look on Lavi's face. He had already gotten out the cutting board and butcher's knife. (The butcher's knife was mostly for scare tactics.) He opened the sesame seed oil.
Lavi had merely gotten over whatever (headache?) was on his mind and gave Kanda that crooked smile. He said something in Russian and Kanda tilted his head. Whatever.
*
It has been a full two weeks since then. Lavi has shown no outlasting signs of brain damage or bigotry toward Japanese vegetables. Moreover, he seems relaxed. Relaxed in Kanda's bathroom. There is no encouraging him to leave. He just sits there on the rim, staring down into the white salty water. He sticks a finger in and swirls it around.
"That's my water," Kanda reminds him.
"I wonder if it tastes like you."
"Don't - " Kanda rethinks this. He smiles darkly. "Do you want to die, Lavi?"
"When I'm thirty."
"When you're thirty."
"I've told you my theory, right? Yeah, so, I will die by age thirty and I have so much crap to do."
Kanda frowns and shifts his leg away from Lavi's hand in the water. Lavi takes his hand away, wiping it with his dry one. Then he gets up, yanks off all the layers he can't get enough of, and stands there with his dick hanging out. So. All right.
Kanda puts his foot up in the air, instantly cold and clammy. Lavi plays with his toes for a second before tickling the arch of his foot, causing Kanda to retreat into a ball. "Ah creepy, Yuu," Lavi says at the picture of Kanda's eyes skimming the surface of the water. He gets in.
Lavi rests his head against the stained fixtures. "Aye."
Kanda pokes his head up. "I can't hear you," he lies.
"I said, join the Peace Corps with me."
"No."
"All right. We'll just fuck in suburbs then."
"Is that all you ever think about?" It could be what's been growing inside of him; How To Forget.
Lavi sucks on his bottom lip. Kanda thinks about sucking on it - and doesn't stop himself. He feels himself reaching for bony knees, pulling with his gut, and Lavi drawing near. He manages to stop himself before reaching Lavi's chin, lips tingling like stomach acid. This feels nice.
"It would be an adventure," Kanda says. He's not quite aware of the suggestion on his tongue. A snake rises inside, fickle for the skin of Lavi's teeth.
Kanda reaches past him and refills the bath with very hot-hot water. Lavi writes his name on Kanda's knee while Kanda thinks about washing them both. But they will never be clean.
Pairing: Kanda/Lavi
Rating: PG-13
A/N: High School AU series
Last night when Kanda was showing Lavi how to wash the vegetables properly - yes there is a proper way, there is an art to everything - Lavi had gone sour in the face, a very unusual thing to see, even when Kanda knows very well about the ups and downs of Lavi's personalities.
He had gone sour, and then appeared repulsed by something invisible. It might have been vile. Or it might have been the Japanese vegetable.
"What's wrong?" Kanda had asked, to push things along because of the fucking look on Lavi's face. He had already gotten out the cutting board and butcher's knife. (The butcher's knife was mostly for scare tactics.) He opened the sesame seed oil.
Lavi had merely gotten over whatever (headache?) was on his mind and gave Kanda that crooked smile. He said something in Russian and Kanda tilted his head. Whatever.
*
It has been a full two weeks since then. Lavi has shown no outlasting signs of brain damage or bigotry toward Japanese vegetables. Moreover, he seems relaxed. Relaxed in Kanda's bathroom. There is no encouraging him to leave. He just sits there on the rim, staring down into the white salty water. He sticks a finger in and swirls it around.
"That's my water," Kanda reminds him.
"I wonder if it tastes like you."
"Don't - " Kanda rethinks this. He smiles darkly. "Do you want to die, Lavi?"
"When I'm thirty."
"When you're thirty."
"I've told you my theory, right? Yeah, so, I will die by age thirty and I have so much crap to do."
Kanda frowns and shifts his leg away from Lavi's hand in the water. Lavi takes his hand away, wiping it with his dry one. Then he gets up, yanks off all the layers he can't get enough of, and stands there with his dick hanging out. So. All right.
Kanda puts his foot up in the air, instantly cold and clammy. Lavi plays with his toes for a second before tickling the arch of his foot, causing Kanda to retreat into a ball. "Ah creepy, Yuu," Lavi says at the picture of Kanda's eyes skimming the surface of the water. He gets in.
Lavi rests his head against the stained fixtures. "Aye."
Kanda pokes his head up. "I can't hear you," he lies.
"I said, join the Peace Corps with me."
"No."
"All right. We'll just fuck in suburbs then."
"Is that all you ever think about?" It could be what's been growing inside of him; How To Forget.
Lavi sucks on his bottom lip. Kanda thinks about sucking on it - and doesn't stop himself. He feels himself reaching for bony knees, pulling with his gut, and Lavi drawing near. He manages to stop himself before reaching Lavi's chin, lips tingling like stomach acid. This feels nice.
"It would be an adventure," Kanda says. He's not quite aware of the suggestion on his tongue. A snake rises inside, fickle for the skin of Lavi's teeth.
Kanda reaches past him and refills the bath with very hot-hot water. Lavi writes his name on Kanda's knee while Kanda thinks about washing them both. But they will never be clean.