Interlude 5 | (S)he wants to go ho-ome, but nobody's home...
The floor is cold. Allen does make sure to keep his room at a decently warm temperature, but there isn't much he can do for the ground. It's hard, too. He can't do anything about that, either.
Well. Maybe.
"Fourteenth--"
The Noah cuts off Allen's rising protest with another kiss. He's in one of those moods again-- Allen knew it the moment he showed up in the doorway with an oddly serious expression.
Being promptly shoved onto the floor is hint number 2.
"Fourteenth," Allen gasps, pulling away from the older(?) man(?). "At-- at least close the door. Someone will see."
The Fourteenth smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Wide, anticipating, sharp.
"Then let them see." He grins, slightly. "It might teach you a lesson~"
Allen has no idea what this 'lesson' could be. He doesn't think he wants to know.
"Are you scared?" The smile softens to a caring lilt. Almost. "Scared, Allen?"
Almost.
"..No." He swallows. "I'm-- not scared."
That smile becomes a worried frown, but it isn't so much a frown as it is a reverse tilt of the Noah's white eyebrows.
"Are you sure?" The Fourteenth repeats. "Not scared?"
Allen shakes his head.
"Are you lying?"
He blinks.
The Noah's expression hasn't changed. Still concerned, still worried. A big deal? Maybe. Perhaps.
"You're lying, aren't you?" An ashen hand cups Allen's cheek as he shakes his head again. Thankfully, it's on his right side. "You're scared. You're lying."
"I'm not lying, I'm not sca--"
The kiss the gentle this time. Caring. Silencing.
"..You're not scared?" The Noah murmurs against his lips. Confused blue meets wavering ocher. "Not scared of this?"
This?
Sex?
The Fourteenth?
...Both?
"No," Allen repeats firmly. "I'm not scared."
"Liar."
The tone is cold and forceful, it doesn't match Fourteenth's concern. Allen blinks again. A moment later, his breath catches as a warm mouth finds the carotid artery under his jaw and latches onto it like a lifeline.
"Your pulse is quickening, liar."
"--That is not because I'm afraid or lying or-- cheater." Allen half breathes, half hisses the last word as his chin tips back of its own accord. The Fourteenth shifts closer, humming against his skin, and Allen shudders.
"So you're just reacting positively to what I'm doing."
"I-- what?" Allen's hand twitches with the urge to flick the Noah's forehead again. To stop him from saying such odd phrases. "..Well, if you put it that way, sure."
A blunt canine scrapes across his skin, and he groans softly. When Fourteenth leans back, though, Allen frowns, almost tempted to pull the man back. The Noah's expression, however, is strangely guarded and empty, so he refrains.
And then he laughs.
Just once, at first. Then another. Another. And another. And pretty soon, it's full-blown howling laughter that's buried among the cotton folds of Allen's bright green shirt. The hand on his shoulder tightens its grip, the one on his side drifts down to his hip with its palm pressing against it.
Allen's attention is divided between wondering what's so funny (or a way to stop the laughing) and the hand going from his hip to his thigh, his knee, and under it.
And then Allen's left leg is almost up to his chest, nearly high enough to go over Fourteenth's shoulder, and the laughter hasn't stopped.
"...Fourteenth?"
To flick or not to flick.
Decisions, decisions.
No response.
"Fourteenth!"
Slowly, slowly, it dies down. Slowly.
"Snap out of it, Fourteenth."
A pause. A moment of silence. And another bark of laughter.
Snap out of it, he says. Snap out of it. Ha. Ha.
There's nothing to snap out of..
A forehead pushes against the Noah's, warm, close, unyielding. Allen stares him straight in the eyes, blind one notwithstanding. He has the Noah's head in his hands, fingers tangled in the white tresses behind his ear. Course, wavy, unkempt. Not at first glance.
Like person, like hair?
Fourteenth giggles. The faint blushes on Allen's cheeks is lovely. So endearing. But not enough.
More.
"It's okay." The words leave the Noah's dark-lined lips like dripping honey. "It's okay."
Another kiss, slightly relieved on Allen's end. He's back. He's okay. For now.
"I'm lying, too~"
..Or not.
The next line. It stirs something in him. Something not good.
"I'll teach you, Allen." His smile quirks up, mischievous. Devious. "I'll show you, I'll teach you. You'll learn."
Show what? Teach what?
..Learn?
Perplexed, blushing at the implication-- considering their position, he can very literally feel the Noah pressed against him --despite the inner chill telling him something is wrong.
He manages a rather dumb--
"..What?"
The smile cracks into a grain, open mouthed, teeth bared. Splitting.
Something is very wrong.
Not here. Leave a message.
Never coming home.
Never was home.
The rough texture of Innocence brushes over Allen's skin, holding his cheek in a delicate manner. So gentle and caring, the way the hand threads through his hair, combing it out onto the floor. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend nothing's wrong, save for the hard ground against his back and the way his leg is currently being hefted over the Fourteenth's shoulder. He can pretend.
Black nails dig into the flesh under his jaw, and Allen instinctively tugs on Fourteenth's hair. Pushes at his shoulder.
The Noah settles down between his legs again, kisses him again, and for that moment, the grin is gone.
But he can feel it in the warm air hitting the shell of his ear. The grin.
"I'll teach you fear, A-llen~ ♥"
Well. Maybe.
"Fourteenth--"
The Noah cuts off Allen's rising protest with another kiss. He's in one of those moods again-- Allen knew it the moment he showed up in the doorway with an oddly serious expression.
Being promptly shoved onto the floor is hint number 2.
"Fourteenth," Allen gasps, pulling away from the older(?) man(?). "At-- at least close the door. Someone will see."
The Fourteenth smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Wide, anticipating, sharp.
"Then let them see." He grins, slightly. "It might teach you a lesson~"
Allen has no idea what this 'lesson' could be. He doesn't think he wants to know.
"Are you scared?" The smile softens to a caring lilt. Almost. "Scared, Allen?"
Almost.
"..No." He swallows. "I'm-- not scared."
That smile becomes a worried frown, but it isn't so much a frown as it is a reverse tilt of the Noah's white eyebrows.
"Are you sure?" The Fourteenth repeats. "Not scared?"
Allen shakes his head.
"Are you lying?"
He blinks.
The Noah's expression hasn't changed. Still concerned, still worried. A big deal? Maybe. Perhaps.
"You're lying, aren't you?" An ashen hand cups Allen's cheek as he shakes his head again. Thankfully, it's on his right side. "You're scared. You're lying."
"I'm not lying, I'm not sca--"
The kiss the gentle this time. Caring. Silencing.
"..You're not scared?" The Noah murmurs against his lips. Confused blue meets wavering ocher. "Not scared of this?"
This?
Sex?
The Fourteenth?
...Both?
"No," Allen repeats firmly. "I'm not scared."
"Liar."
The tone is cold and forceful, it doesn't match Fourteenth's concern. Allen blinks again. A moment later, his breath catches as a warm mouth finds the carotid artery under his jaw and latches onto it like a lifeline.
"Your pulse is quickening, liar."
"--That is not because I'm afraid or lying or-- cheater." Allen half breathes, half hisses the last word as his chin tips back of its own accord. The Fourteenth shifts closer, humming against his skin, and Allen shudders.
"So you're just reacting positively to what I'm doing."
"I-- what?" Allen's hand twitches with the urge to flick the Noah's forehead again. To stop him from saying such odd phrases. "..Well, if you put it that way, sure."
A blunt canine scrapes across his skin, and he groans softly. When Fourteenth leans back, though, Allen frowns, almost tempted to pull the man back. The Noah's expression, however, is strangely guarded and empty, so he refrains.
And then he laughs.
Just once, at first. Then another. Another. And another. And pretty soon, it's full-blown howling laughter that's buried among the cotton folds of Allen's bright green shirt. The hand on his shoulder tightens its grip, the one on his side drifts down to his hip with its palm pressing against it.
Allen's attention is divided between wondering what's so funny (or a way to stop the laughing) and the hand going from his hip to his thigh, his knee, and under it.
And then Allen's left leg is almost up to his chest, nearly high enough to go over Fourteenth's shoulder, and the laughter hasn't stopped.
"...Fourteenth?"
To flick or not to flick.
Decisions, decisions.
No response.
"Fourteenth!"
Slowly, slowly, it dies down. Slowly.
"Snap out of it, Fourteenth."
A pause. A moment of silence. And another bark of laughter.
Snap out of it, he says. Snap out of it. Ha. Ha.
There's nothing to snap out of..
A forehead pushes against the Noah's, warm, close, unyielding. Allen stares him straight in the eyes, blind one notwithstanding. He has the Noah's head in his hands, fingers tangled in the white tresses behind his ear. Course, wavy, unkempt. Not at first glance.
Like person, like hair?
Fourteenth giggles. The faint blushes on Allen's cheeks is lovely. So endearing. But not enough.
More.
"It's okay." The words leave the Noah's dark-lined lips like dripping honey. "It's okay."
Another kiss, slightly relieved on Allen's end. He's back. He's okay. For now.
"I'm lying, too~"
..Or not.
The next line. It stirs something in him. Something not good.
"I'll teach you, Allen." His smile quirks up, mischievous. Devious. "I'll show you, I'll teach you. You'll learn."
Show what? Teach what?
..Learn?
Perplexed, blushing at the implication-- considering their position, he can very literally feel the Noah pressed against him --despite the inner chill telling him something is wrong.
He manages a rather dumb--
"..What?"
The smile cracks into a grain, open mouthed, teeth bared. Splitting.
Something is very wrong.
Not here. Leave a message.
Never coming home.
Never was home.
The rough texture of Innocence brushes over Allen's skin, holding his cheek in a delicate manner. So gentle and caring, the way the hand threads through his hair, combing it out onto the floor. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend nothing's wrong, save for the hard ground against his back and the way his leg is currently being hefted over the Fourteenth's shoulder. He can pretend.
Black nails dig into the flesh under his jaw, and Allen instinctively tugs on Fourteenth's hair. Pushes at his shoulder.
The Noah settles down between his legs again, kisses him again, and for that moment, the grin is gone.
But he can feel it in the warm air hitting the shell of his ear. The grin.
"I'll teach you fear, A-llen~ ♥"