Laws of the Universe - part 2
Part 2
The lights came back on just in time to show the stripper getting off the stage. Lavi looked back at the crowd over his shoulder and smacked his ass with a chuckle as he disappeared in the darkness beyond the spotlight.
Loud catcalls once again rang throughout the bar, along with a short chorus of Lavi’s name by some enthusiastic fans that quickly died out as more music began playing in the background and everyone settled down to wait for the next stripper.
Meanwhile, Kanda was rigid on his seat, hands still clenched on his thighs, his entire body still in the same tense position as it had been when Lavi’s performance had finished and. . . that. . . had happened.
He was too shocked to move.
“How. . . ?”
Had he not been Kanda Yuu, he’d have his mouth gaping open and his eyes widened in surprise, and he’d probably have slouched in his seat after such a humiliating betrayal of his own body. Since that was not the case, he just stayed frozen and tense, face stern and indifferent as ever as he stared ahead without seeing anything.
He had not just . . . just. . . and without any actual physical stimulation at all besides the pressing together of his thighs, and because of another man, NO! He definitely had NOT. . .
But the warm liquid he felt in his crotch was no lie. He had. He really, truly had done it.
For the first time in his life, Kanda felt like committing seppuku more than murdering someone else.
Well, that, or screwing over the one responsible.
Or maybe just screwing him.
‘Till he couldn’t walk for months. And make him beg until Kanda’s pride was satisfied.
Because so helped him God, if he. . .
“So, enjoy yourself, Kanda?”
Right. The brat was there too. Kanda had almost forgotten about him.
He turned his head immediately, albeit slightly woodenly, to glare at the white-haired teen that was perched on his seat looking expectantly at him. “As if. You think I share your twisted interest in such perverted things? Moyashi.”
Allen glared back and slouched on his seat, crossing his arms and was dangerously close to pouting. “It’s Allen, jerk! And you say that, but you didn’t take your eyes off of him for a second. Admit it.”
“Che. Keep dreaming. Just because you got hot during that guy’s dance it doesn’t mean everyone else did too.” Ah, the hypocrisy. But anything to save Kanda’s pride.
Kanda crossed his legs as he turned a bit more towards Allen, tucked a strand of midnight black hair that contrasted so much with his white skin behind his ear, and leaned on his elbow that was resting on the table. “And what the hell was he doing on my lap? He’s lucky I didn’t kill him on the spot."
Allen’s pale eyes widened briefly before he narrowed them to slits and a smirk spread itself lazily across his features. “Aah? Well, I think you enjoyed that a lot more than you’re letting on, right, BaKanda?”
Had he noticed? No, he couldn’t have noticed, Kanda’s erection had been fading for a while now. So how. . . ?
“Else you would have killed him on the spot immediately and no questions asked, right?” the smirk turned devious. “After all, why would the great Kanda Yuu had let such a person defile his pride and not kill him? Hmm?”
Kanda glared and turned away from him. “Che. Shut up, you fucking useless Moyashi. Like you know anything.”
“It’s Allen, idiot! And-”
“Allen!!”
There was a red and green blur and suddenly Allen felt a heavy weight crush him against his seat as two strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and squeezed. “You finally came to see me at work! So, how was it, how was it?” a deep and soft voice asked playfully somewhere above his head as a cheek was rubbed against his hair. Lavi almost reminded him of a cat welcoming its owner by rubbing itself all over him. Then again, Allen swore he was actually hearing Lavi purr.
Allen struggled to get himself free. “Can’t… Breathe… Lavi!”
The redhead looked surprised for a split second before withdrawing quickly, looking Allen over for any ‘injuries’ he might have caused. “Oh. Oh. Sorry, Allen… You okay? I got a bit too excited there.”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Che.”
The sound came from somewhere behind him and to his left, so Lavi turned around to see the person that had accompanied his friend there tonight, the hot Japanese man that had gotten such a deep response from him. But Lavi put on the mask that indicated he was slightly surprised and tilted his head to the side curiously. Allen spoke before he could say anything, voice a bit breathy and raspy, “Lavi, this is Kanda Yuu, the guy that is in my group because of that project we talked about before.”
Kanda looked back at them then, and caught Lavi’s green, green eye staring at him, smoldering with something Kanda couldn’t quite identify.
The stripper took a step towards him, offering his hand.
“Heeey there,” he leered, “nice ta meet’cha. Again.” A brief pause. “Anyway… Lavi Bookman Junior, I’m all your sexiest dreams come true. How about we ditch this place and go somewhere more private?”
“WHAT?” both Allen and Kanda shouted before both hit him, Kanda on his head and Allen on his back. Kanda glared at the fiery stripper, eyes narrowed. Even considering that he actually did want to “ditch that place and go somewhere more private”, that didn’t mean he wanted to have the whole bar know about it. Apparently the “genius” was an idiot. And a pervert on top of that!
(And Kanda conveniently wasn’t even thinking of the fact that Lavi was a stripper and that he himself had just... well, let’s not go there)
“Owwwie!” the redheaded stripper whined, rubbing his head with a pout on his face. “What was that for??”
“For being an idiot, idiot.” Kanda replied, eyebrow twitching. Che. That gorgeous creature just had to be a fucking idiot. That was just Kanda’s luck.
“Lavi, you can’t go around saying that to someone you just met,” Allen could almost be sweat dropping anime-style, judging by his face.
The pout became more pronounced and Lavi whined, “Aww, but Alle~~en! What’s the fun of that?”
Allen just shook his head.
“Che. That is not how it’s done, idiot.” Kanda said, nonchalantly picking up his drink and taking a sip, not that he was really thirsty. “There’s something called subtlety, you know. But it obviously-“ he waved the glass in Lavi’s direction and smirked, “-is a completely foreign language to you, isn’t it?”
“Oh?”
Kanda noticed how Lavi’s face suddenly changed to an incredibly serious expression, but the stupid huge smile was back on in a second. Only the look in Lavi’s eyes didn’t change, like the mask had been removed and he was not going to put it back on anytime soon.
“Subtlety, you say?” Lavi purred (which made Allen throw him a strange look). He grinned and leaned towards Kanda, soft looking lips now so close to the Japanese man’s. “Yeah, I really know nothing about it.” And he leaned forward even more, closing the gap between their faces. . . to take a sip from Kanda’s glass.
Kanda couldn’t stop the low growl before it left his throat.
Lavi grinned smugly and turned to face Allen as he plopped himself on Kanda’s lap, “So, Allen, what did you think of my performance? Do I make justice to your teachings?”
Feeling his eyebrow twitch, Kanda didn’t even think about what Lavi’s last sentence implied. He was too busy trying to calm himself down - both from having such a sinful creature begging to be ravaged sitting on his lap (especially right after such a teasing moment) and having an utter idiot dare to do such a thing to fucking Kanda Yuu.
“Hmm. Very nice. You actually improved some aspects.” Allen answered while he mentally counted down the seconds till Kanda exploded and triturated the redheaded idiot.
Allen watched, wide-eyed and fearing for Lavi’s life, as the redhead threw his arms around the long-haired teen and purred sexily on his ear. “You liked my dance too, didn’t you?” and he slowly rubbed himself on an EXTREMELY sensitive part of Kanda, in a way that went unnoticed by anyone but Kanda himself. Who was now feeling his erection come back to life once more - as well as the wishes to both kill and fuck the redhead senseless. “How DARE he do such a thing to ME?” His eyebrow was twitching, he just knew it.
But suddenly a wide grin appeared on Kanda’s face. He’d show Lavi who had the upper hand here.
“Uh oh. That is so not good.” Allen thought, cringing inwardly at the sight. That huge a grin, on Kanda Yuu’s face of all people, always meant problems (possibly involving torture, ripping to shreds with a blunt blade - or Mugen, Kanda’s sword - and subsequent bloody, painful death) for someone. And that was another one of those unbreakable laws of the Universe as far as Allen knew.
So it was with a bit of a shock that Allen watched Kanda calmly pick up his glass, take it to his lips, take a sip, and then - as if accidentally - let part of the drink fall on Lavi’s shirt as he was going to put the glass back.
No death threats, no beating, no pushing away. Just… that. “What the…?!” Allen began.
Lavi yelped as he jumped up, hands rubbing his shirt on the place the icy drink had fell on.
“Holy shit, COOOLD. Ouch, ouch, daamn. So cold. Very cold.” Lavi kept saying as frantically tried to wipe the liquid away.
“Damn. I got your clothes all dirty.” Kanda said, fighting the grin that wanted to surface and trying to keep his face emotionless as ever, though with an added slight frown. Lavi looked up at him, green eye still blazing with several unidentifiable emotions and lust as he narrowed it a bit at the raven-haired Japanese young man. “Come, I’ll help you clean it in the bathroom.” Kanda finished, and allowed a smirk to curve his lips.
And Hell, wasn’t that the sexiest smirk Lavi had ever seen.
He smirked back almost immediately, catching on to everything the long-haired young man meant. “Ah, thanks … That would be much appreciated…” He turned around to smile apologetically at his white-haired friend. He nervously rubbed the back of his head, messing up the red locks even more, and his smile widened. “So... yeah. Sorry Allen, seems we’ll have to leave you for a while… Don’t get wasted while we’re gone. Or steal away the whole bar’s clothes in poker games.” He said as he turned to follow Kanda, who had already gotten up and disappeared in the crowd, headed for the bathroom.
Poor Allen had no idea what the hell had just happened right in front of his eyes. ”What the fuck…?”
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It was too hot. Way too hot. The world was in flames, everything was burning, and right now for Kanda “everything” meant Lavi, his body, the soft skin of his chest under the tight dark green shirt, the smoothness of the skin of his lower back, his flat stomach, the velvet of his lips, oh his lips, they were so warm as he ran his whole tongue across them. And then Lavi opened his mouth and Kanda’s tongue plunged in and it was wet and hot and oh Lavi’s taste was so different from everything else and then Lavi’s own hot tongue was in Kanda’s mouth and someone moaned and he had no idea which one of them and it all just felt so damn good.
He pressed himself harder against the willing body of the slightly taller redhead, in turn pressing Lavi’s body against the sink he had practically thrown him against not long before, not really caring if there was someone else in the bathroom or if someone saw them or if the whole bar caught fire and to Hell with it all, nothing was going to stop them now.
Lavi was voicing no protests despite being so painfully pressed against the cold and uncomfortable sink; he was too lost in sensation to care, and he just wanted more and more. His arms were around the Japanese young man’s neck, holding on for dear life as the raven-haired teen once more ravished his mouth with his own and spread fire on Lavi’s torso and back with those skillful hands while refusing to touch more important spots.
Despite being somewhat lost in the haze of pleasure, he didn’t feel like letting the other do all the work, so the stripper proceeded to get his hands underneath the tight shirt and run them across the smooth porcelain skin of Kanda’s chiseled stomach, scraping his nails slightly on the way to Kanda’s nipples.
But Kanda’s hot mouth then latched onto his neck, licking and nipping in a curved line from Lavi’s Adam apple to the hollow under his ear, passing on a spot there that sent pleasant shivers down Lavi’s spine and that made him arch into Kanda’s body, so solid and hot against him, and Lavi had to momentarily pause his slow exploration.
Arching his back as Kanda’s mouth descended to his chest, sucking on his nipples through the dark green shirt Lavi was wearing, the stripper threw his head back against the mirror behind him and took his hands from underneath Kanda’s tight shirt to tangle them in his long inky black hair. “W-we should- we sh-should go into one of the stalls”, he panted as tried to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out.
Kanda ignored him, reaching behind his back to help him get rid of his shirt.
“Kanda… we c-can’t do this here…” Lavi tried again, but the Japanese male still wasn’t listening, having momentarily paused to stare (though it looked more like glare) at the redhead’s muscled chest, glistening with sweat and moving rapidly as he panted. Then Kanda reached out to caress the skin lightly, barely touching it, running it across the collarbone, the center of the chest, his stomach, his right hipbone…
Lavi growled and pushed Kanda into one of the stalls, closing the stall’s door with nearly enough strength to make it come off of its hinges. With a possessive snarl, he grabbed Kanda’s shirt and threw him back against the door, then trapped him in that position by pressing his own body against the shorter male’s, hands on the door on either side of Kanda’s head.
“I hate being ignored, ya know,” Lavi bit his neck feverishly, “but what I fucking hate even more is being teased.”
Kanda’s hands latched on to his waist, pushing Lavi’s hips against his own in an attempt to create more friction. “Che, pity,” he panted, eyes screwed shut as Lavi marked his neck rather thoroughly, “I was actually having quite a lot of fun myself.” The long-haired young man smirked, one hand snaking up Lavi’s bare torso to touch his nipples again, eliciting a loud moan from the redhead.
“Oh really?” Lavi grinned against Kanda’s neck. Nipping lightly under the other’s jawline, he raised his knee in between Kanda’s legs until it was right under Kanda’s crotch, making a bit of pressure on that very important area, and lowered one of his hands from its position on the door next to Kanda’s head to unbuckle the Japanese teen’s belt. “How about having some real fun now, hmm?”
Kanda’s midnight blue eyes shot open, and he glared intently at the redhead pressing himself against him. “Are you assuming you’re going to top, idiot?” Kanda asked in a flat voice that implied a million threats and death sentences.
In an instant their positions were reversed. Lavi whined when his head hit the door rather forcefully. Next thing he knew, his pants were down to his ankles and Kanda was pushing his hips against the redhead’s, slowly, beginning an enticing rhythm that Lavi couldn’t help but obey to. Kanda’s hot breath tickled his collarbone.
But things couldn’t go this way. “At least, not tonight.” And Lavi grinned mentally at the thought of doing this with Japanese man again - considering how Lavi’s knees were already trembling and threatening to let him fall, he could only imagine what actual sex with this guy would do to him, and surely he wouldn’t mind repeating the experience…
Fighting another moan as he felt Kanda lightly squeeze his backside, Lavi brought his hands up to the other man’s chest and tried to speak again. “Well, normally I really wouldn’t m-mind -oh, do that again - wouldn’t mind doing it either way, but…” suddenly a wide grin spread itself on his face.
In a flash, Kanda found himself once more in the same position as when they’d first entered the stall, only now Lavi had pinned his hands against the door above his head. Kanda snarled. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid rabbit?”
“Rabbit?” Lavi thought. “Oh. Japanese. Lavi. Rabi. Rabbit. Heh.” He chuckled inwardly. “As I was saying,” he panted in the Japanese male’s ear, “I have a private performance for a birthday party later, and I can’t dance if I’m limping, ya know…”
With a smirk, he switched to using only one hand to keep Kanda’s wrists pinned, and licked one finger before lifting the other male’s shirt to his chin so he could circle his right nipple with the wet finger. “So please let me do it…” the redhead purred sensually against Kanda’s neck, his chest vibrating pleasantly against Kanda and the raven-haired teen shuddered. But he was Kanda Yuu after all, and anything to save Kanda Yuu’s pride.
“Che, you know I can throw you off and do it myself anyway if I want to…” he replied breathlessly, tugging once against Lavi’s hand with almost enough strength to break free to prove his point.
“Yeah, but it’s my job… responsibility and all… so…”
“That is none of my business.” the Japanese man’s intense gaze, somehow managing to seem angry and indifferent and lustful all at the same time, bore deep into the redhead’s emerald eyes. Lavi held the smoldering gaze firmly.
Challenge.
“You think I can’t do it.” Lavi wasn’t asking a question.
“Amazing. What was your first clue?”
“The sarcasm in that sentence wasn’t even the second one, I assure you.”
“Do you think I need your fucking ‘reassurance’? Think again.”
‘Yeah, but the funny thing,’ Lavi thought, slightly narrowing his eyes at the long-haired male currently being pinned to the door, ’is that you haven’t pushed me off yet.’
“I don’t feel like thinking.” Yeah, what he really wanted was to just get some action! Goddamn it all, why couldn’t Kanda just let him do it?
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Would you rather stop now?”
Ah. Very good point, that one.
“Che. Make it worth my time. You fail, and I take over and make you so sore you won’t ev-“
He was eagerly silenced by Lavi’s soft lips pressing against his own, parting to let the redhead’s tongue come forth and slide once more into his mouth. And again they were both lost in all the warmth, and the taste, and the wetness and the moans and each other. At some point, Lavi’s free hand wandered to Kanda’s inky threads and loosened the air tie, so his hair spilled down his shoulders and back and Lavi tangled his hand in it. Kanda’s teeth were lightly nipping his bottom lip and when he started sucking it Lavi almost let out an undignified whimper.
It was too hot, burning hot, oh-my-God-it-burned extremely damn hot for Lavi now. And he couldn’t get enough.
He wanted to taste the salty skin again, so he did, breaking the kiss and lowering his head to the other man’s chest, sucking greedily on his left nipple and the skin around it, occasionally grazing over it with his teeth, eager to hear the Japanese teen’s soft hisses and growls.
“Hn…” Kanda’s hands were shaking in Lavi’s hold as the redhead worked up yet another hickey. “God…” The raven-haired young man whispered, head thrown back in pleasure.
Lavi tried going lower, releasing Kanda’s hands and descending to the other man’s navel, and was rewarded with a firm grip on his disheveled auburn hair and a slightly louder hiss. It seemed Kanda wasn’t the loud type, but Lavi enjoyed the subtlety.
If he wasn’t too lost in everything that was happening to think properly, he might have remembered their earlier conversation and smirked at the irony.
As it were, he was too busy feeling up Kanda’s bottom and small back as his other hand finally unbuckled the belt and pushed down the pants and the underwear in his way.
Kanda was breathless and felt even hotter now - was that even possible? But then his eyes looked down and the sight of that alluring redhead kneeling between his legs unfastening his pants and pushing it down along with his underwear was just too - “Hnn…” and he moaned softly, eyes closing and rolling to the back of his head as he threw it backwards, against the door and then forward again, his long black hair swaying back and forth with the movements. “Rabi…” He mouthed, but no sound came out. The Japanese male was leaning heavily against the door, arms hanging by his sides almost as if he had no strength left to use them. All he felt were Lavi’s hands on him, caressing his thighs, dragging his nails slightly here and there, making the heat inside him escalate to never-seen-before levels. He could feel Lavi’s hot tongue lazily drawing a wet trail from one of his hipbones to the other, stopping briefly along the way to circle slightly lower, teasing him, so close, so close to…
Suddenly the fire in Kanda’s veins inflamed his whole body, his very flesh felt like molten lava and the air was suffocating. The sounds around them and coming from outside the bathroom were muted - the music, the cheers, the screams, the clinks and thunks of glasses and cups being used and moved and the people clapping and - and all he could hear was the thrumming of blood in his ears and the wet noises Lavi’s mouth was making on him, ohhh so hot, and it felt so good, more… He rolled his hips into the wet heat engulfing him, searching for more, demanding more, more heat, more friction, more pleasure, yes, everything… and it was accepted, thank God Lavi let him, the stripper moved along with him, taking him even deeper, moaning as he did, and Kanda lost it. Throwing his head back sharply against the door, Kanda silently screamed his release to the bathroom’s ceiling, fingers tangled in fiery red hair and nails digging into the stripper’s scalp as he arched from the door.
After a few agonizing moments of utter bliss, his chest heaving, all his muscles suddenly relaxed, and Kanda couldn’t even think clearly yet, but the redhead didn’t give him time to try thinking. He was standing again, his mouth on Kanda’s, his tongue on his lips, his ear, his jaw, his neck; his hands on his cheeks, his back, his thighs, everywhere, Lavi was everywhere on Kanda’s body… Moaning against Kanda’s neck as the Japanese male did the same to him, responding with just as much eagerness as he had showed when they first entered the stall, hands going into Lavi’s pants, forcing them down the redhead’s milky white thighs.
Lavi pulled away slightly to help Kanda in the process of getting rid of the hassle that the redhead’s pants now were and the next second he was already glued to the shorter male, the contact of naked skin sending electricity shooting through their bodies.
Kanda immediately attached his hot mouth to Lavi’s neck, sucking eagerly and nipping the skin under the stripper’s jaw. Eyes closed as Lavi himself once again draped himself all over the Japanese young man. As the redhead’s hands moved from his waist to go stroke his erection back to life, Kanda took his time enjoying the soft skin of the other, so smooth. His small hands caressing Lavi’s torso, all the way from his shoulders to his nipples to his navel, drawing a series of groans and sexy husky moans from Lavi that only urged him on. What kind of sounds would he be able to have Lavi make?
“Oh, Hell, fuck, yeah…” Lavi was moaning.
He leaned forward to take one of Lavi’s nipples in his mouth and sucked, twirling his tongue over and around it, nipping slightly on the surrounding skin, and earned a loud gasp, and the redhead’s hands trembled on Kanda’s skin. So Kanda closed his eyes and went on pleasuring the rosy bud of flesh in his mouth, using his hand on the other, and quickly lost himself in both the sound of Lavi’s moans and in the salty taste that set his tongue on fire and heightened the shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, so much so that when a finger was slowly eased into him - slightly wet, probably with saliva, Kanda was too busy to care - all he did was groan around the flesh in his mouth due to the stimulation of the nerves in that area, and barely noticed the discomfort he should be feeling. Hell, he didn’t even actually realize what feeling that in that particular area meant. That’s how far gone he was.
Of course, once the second was introduced as well, that was another story. With a barely suppressed wince and a low grumble, Kanda detached himself from the redhead and leaned once more against the stall’s door.
- -
There he was, in a filthy bar’s bathroom, about to have sex with a - really hot, incredibly talented with his hands and mouth, and overall absolutely stunning - stripper, that was currently as naked as Kanda himself was (except for maybe both their pairs of shoes), one hand drawing soothing circles on his hip, the other buried in between Kanda’s legs, moving slowly in up and down motions with wet noises.
Since Kanda was no longer laying his attention on the stripper’s chest, Lavi in turn leaned towards the Japanese male, hands still working between the other’s legs, preparing him for what was to come, and started kissing and licking Kanda’s porcelain white navel.
“Fuck, Kandaaa…” the stripper whispered against his skin, loving its taste, how soft and warm it felt.
Looking down, all Kanda could see was tousled spiky red hair against his own skin, and said redhead’s hands on his flesh. Images of Lavi up on the stage, undulating, shaking his hips, slowly lowering his pants, grinding into the pole came to Kanda’s mind, and once again fire burned in his veins, made him buck against the uncomfortable - now three - fingers that were working to stretch him.
And goddamn it all, Kanda had never been so horny.
“Yuu…” Lavi panted, pulling his fingers out of the shorter male and positioning himself in between his legs. “Relax, now, okay?” His bright green eyes were shining with anticipation, but there was some concern there too. If Kanda was a virgin, at least in the gay sex department…
“Don’t fucking- don’t fucking call me by my given name, idiot,” Kanda gasped, and locked his arms around the redhead’s neck, pulling him closer. “And I’m not a goddamn woman.” He grabbed a handful or red hair and harshly tugged on it, forcing Lavi to look into the dark depths of his midnight-blue eyes. “Don’t fucking treat me like one.” Kanda somehow growled as he panted.
For some reason, Lavi felt like grinning hugely, and he did. “Anything you say, Yuu.”
“I’m going to maim y-!” the Japanese male began, but the stripper had lined himself up and slowly thrust into him then. Kanda gasped and his arms tightened around the other’s neck.
Lavi went in slowly, watching the concentrated look in Kanda’s frowning face and resorting to all his self control to keep himself from just pounding the other into the door.
Kanda, for his part, was too busy controlling his breathing and trying not to let the pain and that damn uncomfortable sensation get to him and make him let out sounds he refused to make. He wasn’t a woman, god-damn-it. But Lavi was… he was… Kanda just concentrated on his breathing again.
Until Lavi was at last sheathed completely and paused for another moment, allowing Kanda to adjust. Even if the long-haired male would never say it, he felt grateful for the short pause. Because daaaamn…
Even if he was dying to start moving and was almost at his limit of his self-control, the redhead had never felt so good. Kanda’s skin on his, his hands on Kanda’s waist, the heat, the oh-so-wonderful heat, Kanda’s arms around his neck, pulling him closer, Kanda’s breath on his shoulder and neck, everything, it was so goddamn perfect, and looking at this man under him (well, sort of), long glossy black hair strewn everywhere, porcelain white skin flushed and covered in marks that had been made by Lavi, yes, by Lavi himself… it was so erotic and satisfying and such a deeply pleasurable sight and thought and concept that the redhead found himself moaning loudly and digging his nails into Kanda’s waist.
Surprisingly, the Japanese male let out a groan at that and bucked his hips, and Lavi took that as the request to move and gratefully obliged.
Hell, they’d thought they’d felt hot before, but this didn’t even compare. They could do nothing but feel, and taste, and hear, and everything.
At some point Lavi forgot everything about control and not making too much noise and just moaned loudly, and growled, and hissed, and pounded into the tight heat surrounding him with such fierceness that the stall’s door racketed dangerously in its place, its hinges creaking threateningly, and both walls of the stall were vibrating along with his thrusts.
As much as this should have been taking its toll on Kanda’s back, said Japanese young man was currently too aroused and too lost in heat and wonderful sensations coursing through his body to care, and his skin was slick with sweat anyway so the rubbing itself of the skin against the door wasn’t painful.
Right now, all the dark-haired male knew was there were hands on his hips, and they felt good, and wet heat on his chest, and that felt good, and that after the redheaded stripper had angled his hips just so, each deep thrust into him brought toe-curling pleasure, and then suddenly there was something warm wrapping around his almost painful erection, and it had moved, creating delicious friction, then moving to the head, teasing the slit and then smearing the fluids that had been leaking out for some time by then, and back to that rubbing from the base to the tip but now more easily because of the slickness, and all the while there were those ripples of bliss erupting from deep inside him with each thrust, and the nails of one hand digging into his hip, and from time to time a suck to his nipples or a bite to his neck or chest that left his skin burning so much he thought he’d spontaneously combust and those fucking erotic moans and groans being gasped hotly and directly into his ears and occasionally against his neck and if someone asked Kanda right there and then if he liked this even despite the occasional pain and the soreness he was already feeling and the lock of the door digging into his back the answer would be the same if he was asked if he believed he was having the best sex of his life and wanted more, which would be fuck yes please.
Lavi himself wasn’t in any better state. The visual stimulation, the heat, the slickness, the tightness…
“Holy shit…” he muttered. “…tight…”
Kanda’s hands were on his back, now, his arms around Lavi’s neck, and even if it was somewhat difficult to keep up with the stimulation of Kanda’s erection that way Lavi brought their bodies closer together and once more bit on Kanda’s neck, adding one more to the impressive collection of forming bruises there, harshly enough to almost pierce the skin, and felt Kanda’s own mouth on his ear, his tongue playing with the redhead’s earring, and Lavi forgot any coherent thought he might have been having and moaned so loud it could almost be called a scream.
It wasn’t his fault, really, it’s just that Kanda had just found what was possibly the most erogenous zone in Lavi’s body.
He wouldn’t last much longer, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t make Kanda finish first. Though judging by how the dark-haired male’s body was trembling and how his member was pulsating in the stripper’s hand, he wasn’t going to last much longer either.
All in all, it took more or less fifty seconds for it to be over for both of them. Lavi, of course, was determined to not go first, and so he tugged on Kanda’s hips to move him up a little, then disentangled his right leg and held it away, so that Kanda had his legs spread as wide as they would go, and immediately the difference in the depth of the thrusts was felt by both of them. Kanda let out one of those low moans that he had so rarely released, and Lavi grunted and closed his eyes, and then buried his face on Kanda’s shoulder and bit for all he was worth, ignoring the few strands of long hair in his mouth.
Aaaand there, right there was Kanda’s limit. With a strangled shout that was the noisiest sound he’d made until then, the long-haired male arched off the door he was pressed against and into the warm body pinning him to it as pleasure burst from within him and wave after wave of sheer bliss ran throughout his body, his muscles tensing pleasurably all over.
He didn’t even notice that he’d hit his head against the door once more or when he bit down on Lavi’s ear, making the redheaded stripper moan even louder before stilling and coming inside him - though he definitely felt the warm fluid trickling out of him and down his thighs once the blissful haze characteristic of the end of such activities receded a little.
And the position they were in! His legs like that! Their hot and sweaty bodies glued to each other! God, for a second he felt slightly humiliated, but then he froze.
“Lavi! Kanda, where are you guys?”
He felt Lavi’s body, that had been trembling slightly, still completely against his own. The goddamn Moyashi had come looking for them!
‘He can’t see us like this.’ Was Kanda’s only thought as he felt his chest go cold with pure panic.
“Damn, no one’s here. Where have those two…” Allen grumbled seemingly to himself, and the two improbable lovers inside the stall sighed with relief once they heard the muted sound of bathroom door closing.
“Whew, for a moment there I totally panicked…” Lavi said, and let his head fall forward until it rested against the stall’s door, right above Kanda’s right shoulder, and leaned completely against the Japanese male.
And before Kanda could utter his fit-for-any-situation default response the stall creaked, trembled, and the door fell to the floor with a huge racket, obeying the universal law of gravity, and they both fell on top of it.
The rather violent landing knocked the breath out of both them and made them grunt in pain. After a moment of shock, Lavi realized he must have been crushing Kanda and lifted his torso to relieve the other male of the weight.
“Ouch. That must have hurt.” A playful and not sympathetic at all voice chirped from somewhere in the bathroom, making Kanda and Lavi look up so quickly they almost got whiplash.
There, leaning on the closed bathroom door and smiling like a murderer, stood Allen Walker, raising an amused dark grey eyebrow at the image the both of them presented.
Lavi, naked except for his shoes and socks and the pants tangled around his ankles, on top of a very naked Kanda, except for his own socks and shoes, long inky black hair strewn everywhere, lying on the floor, on top of a bathroom stall’s door. The abandoned articles of clothing were scattered around the stall’s floor and even on top of the toilet, providing the image with a fitting background. Furthermore, both the redhead and the long-haired male were flushed all over, sweat dripping down their bodies, hickeys flourishing on the patches of skin that were most visible to the white-haired male by the door.
What a very interesting image indeed. It beat Komui with make-up on by MILES. ‘Hell, it’s on a completely different league’, Allen thought excitedly.
The stripper just stared in shock at his cute little white-haired friend who had the sweetest smile on his face as he looked at the both of them in that… situation.
He looked calm and sweet and slightly amused as always, so Kanda, for a brief moment, thought that maybe he could somehow find a way to make this work, make Walker-
The smile spread across the fair male’s features, widened-
widened-
-widened till it showed teeth, and so Lavi’s courage picked up his balls and they all ran for the hills screaming bloody murder.
The redhead tried to make himself small and pressed himself down against Kanda, who, hot and pretty as he was, seemed like someone who could be pretty terrifying too and therefore should be able to hold his own against the nightmarish person grinning at them from across the bathroom.
“Why, hello there, Kannn~da.” Walker smiled creepily, and Kanda knew he was fucked.
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Absolute First Law of the Universe:
In the end, no matter the game, gamble or situation, Allen Walker always wins, wins again, and keeps winning and fucking you over until you, your courage and what’s left of your pride kneel down and beg for mercy like the bitches you are.
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The End
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.::.::LAWS OF THE UNIVERSE::.::.
Back to part 1
The lights came back on just in time to show the stripper getting off the stage. Lavi looked back at the crowd over his shoulder and smacked his ass with a chuckle as he disappeared in the darkness beyond the spotlight.
Loud catcalls once again rang throughout the bar, along with a short chorus of Lavi’s name by some enthusiastic fans that quickly died out as more music began playing in the background and everyone settled down to wait for the next stripper.
Meanwhile, Kanda was rigid on his seat, hands still clenched on his thighs, his entire body still in the same tense position as it had been when Lavi’s performance had finished and. . . that. . . had happened.
He was too shocked to move.
“How. . . ?”
Had he not been Kanda Yuu, he’d have his mouth gaping open and his eyes widened in surprise, and he’d probably have slouched in his seat after such a humiliating betrayal of his own body. Since that was not the case, he just stayed frozen and tense, face stern and indifferent as ever as he stared ahead without seeing anything.
He had not just . . . just. . . and without any actual physical stimulation at all besides the pressing together of his thighs, and because of another man, NO! He definitely had NOT. . .
But the warm liquid he felt in his crotch was no lie. He had. He really, truly had done it.
For the first time in his life, Kanda felt like committing seppuku more than murdering someone else.
Well, that, or screwing over the one responsible.
Or maybe just screwing him.
‘Till he couldn’t walk for months. And make him beg until Kanda’s pride was satisfied.
Because so helped him God, if he. . .
“So, enjoy yourself, Kanda?”
Right. The brat was there too. Kanda had almost forgotten about him.
He turned his head immediately, albeit slightly woodenly, to glare at the white-haired teen that was perched on his seat looking expectantly at him. “As if. You think I share your twisted interest in such perverted things? Moyashi.”
Allen glared back and slouched on his seat, crossing his arms and was dangerously close to pouting. “It’s Allen, jerk! And you say that, but you didn’t take your eyes off of him for a second. Admit it.”
“Che. Keep dreaming. Just because you got hot during that guy’s dance it doesn’t mean everyone else did too.” Ah, the hypocrisy. But anything to save Kanda’s pride.
Kanda crossed his legs as he turned a bit more towards Allen, tucked a strand of midnight black hair that contrasted so much with his white skin behind his ear, and leaned on his elbow that was resting on the table. “And what the hell was he doing on my lap? He’s lucky I didn’t kill him on the spot."
Allen’s pale eyes widened briefly before he narrowed them to slits and a smirk spread itself lazily across his features. “Aah? Well, I think you enjoyed that a lot more than you’re letting on, right, BaKanda?”
Had he noticed? No, he couldn’t have noticed, Kanda’s erection had been fading for a while now. So how. . . ?
“Else you would have killed him on the spot immediately and no questions asked, right?” the smirk turned devious. “After all, why would the great Kanda Yuu had let such a person defile his pride and not kill him? Hmm?”
Kanda glared and turned away from him. “Che. Shut up, you fucking useless Moyashi. Like you know anything.”
“It’s Allen, idiot! And-”
“Allen!!”
There was a red and green blur and suddenly Allen felt a heavy weight crush him against his seat as two strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and squeezed. “You finally came to see me at work! So, how was it, how was it?” a deep and soft voice asked playfully somewhere above his head as a cheek was rubbed against his hair. Lavi almost reminded him of a cat welcoming its owner by rubbing itself all over him. Then again, Allen swore he was actually hearing Lavi purr.
Allen struggled to get himself free. “Can’t… Breathe… Lavi!”
The redhead looked surprised for a split second before withdrawing quickly, looking Allen over for any ‘injuries’ he might have caused. “Oh. Oh. Sorry, Allen… You okay? I got a bit too excited there.”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Che.”
The sound came from somewhere behind him and to his left, so Lavi turned around to see the person that had accompanied his friend there tonight, the hot Japanese man that had gotten such a deep response from him. But Lavi put on the mask that indicated he was slightly surprised and tilted his head to the side curiously. Allen spoke before he could say anything, voice a bit breathy and raspy, “Lavi, this is Kanda Yuu, the guy that is in my group because of that project we talked about before.”
Kanda looked back at them then, and caught Lavi’s green, green eye staring at him, smoldering with something Kanda couldn’t quite identify.
The stripper took a step towards him, offering his hand.
“Heeey there,” he leered, “nice ta meet’cha. Again.” A brief pause. “Anyway… Lavi Bookman Junior, I’m all your sexiest dreams come true. How about we ditch this place and go somewhere more private?”
“WHAT?” both Allen and Kanda shouted before both hit him, Kanda on his head and Allen on his back. Kanda glared at the fiery stripper, eyes narrowed. Even considering that he actually did want to “ditch that place and go somewhere more private”, that didn’t mean he wanted to have the whole bar know about it. Apparently the “genius” was an idiot. And a pervert on top of that!
(And Kanda conveniently wasn’t even thinking of the fact that Lavi was a stripper and that he himself had just... well, let’s not go there)
“Owwwie!” the redheaded stripper whined, rubbing his head with a pout on his face. “What was that for??”
“For being an idiot, idiot.” Kanda replied, eyebrow twitching. Che. That gorgeous creature just had to be a fucking idiot. That was just Kanda’s luck.
“Lavi, you can’t go around saying that to someone you just met,” Allen could almost be sweat dropping anime-style, judging by his face.
The pout became more pronounced and Lavi whined, “Aww, but Alle~~en! What’s the fun of that?”
Allen just shook his head.
“Che. That is not how it’s done, idiot.” Kanda said, nonchalantly picking up his drink and taking a sip, not that he was really thirsty. “There’s something called subtlety, you know. But it obviously-“ he waved the glass in Lavi’s direction and smirked, “-is a completely foreign language to you, isn’t it?”
“Oh?”
Kanda noticed how Lavi’s face suddenly changed to an incredibly serious expression, but the stupid huge smile was back on in a second. Only the look in Lavi’s eyes didn’t change, like the mask had been removed and he was not going to put it back on anytime soon.
“Subtlety, you say?” Lavi purred (which made Allen throw him a strange look). He grinned and leaned towards Kanda, soft looking lips now so close to the Japanese man’s. “Yeah, I really know nothing about it.” And he leaned forward even more, closing the gap between their faces. . . to take a sip from Kanda’s glass.
Kanda couldn’t stop the low growl before it left his throat.
Lavi grinned smugly and turned to face Allen as he plopped himself on Kanda’s lap, “So, Allen, what did you think of my performance? Do I make justice to your teachings?”
Feeling his eyebrow twitch, Kanda didn’t even think about what Lavi’s last sentence implied. He was too busy trying to calm himself down - both from having such a sinful creature begging to be ravaged sitting on his lap (especially right after such a teasing moment) and having an utter idiot dare to do such a thing to fucking Kanda Yuu.
“Hmm. Very nice. You actually improved some aspects.” Allen answered while he mentally counted down the seconds till Kanda exploded and triturated the redheaded idiot.
Allen watched, wide-eyed and fearing for Lavi’s life, as the redhead threw his arms around the long-haired teen and purred sexily on his ear. “You liked my dance too, didn’t you?” and he slowly rubbed himself on an EXTREMELY sensitive part of Kanda, in a way that went unnoticed by anyone but Kanda himself. Who was now feeling his erection come back to life once more - as well as the wishes to both kill and fuck the redhead senseless. “How DARE he do such a thing to ME?” His eyebrow was twitching, he just knew it.
But suddenly a wide grin appeared on Kanda’s face. He’d show Lavi who had the upper hand here.
“Uh oh. That is so not good.” Allen thought, cringing inwardly at the sight. That huge a grin, on Kanda Yuu’s face of all people, always meant problems (possibly involving torture, ripping to shreds with a blunt blade - or Mugen, Kanda’s sword - and subsequent bloody, painful death) for someone. And that was another one of those unbreakable laws of the Universe as far as Allen knew.
So it was with a bit of a shock that Allen watched Kanda calmly pick up his glass, take it to his lips, take a sip, and then - as if accidentally - let part of the drink fall on Lavi’s shirt as he was going to put the glass back.
No death threats, no beating, no pushing away. Just… that. “What the…?!” Allen began.
Lavi yelped as he jumped up, hands rubbing his shirt on the place the icy drink had fell on.
“Holy shit, COOOLD. Ouch, ouch, daamn. So cold. Very cold.” Lavi kept saying as frantically tried to wipe the liquid away.
“Damn. I got your clothes all dirty.” Kanda said, fighting the grin that wanted to surface and trying to keep his face emotionless as ever, though with an added slight frown. Lavi looked up at him, green eye still blazing with several unidentifiable emotions and lust as he narrowed it a bit at the raven-haired Japanese young man. “Come, I’ll help you clean it in the bathroom.” Kanda finished, and allowed a smirk to curve his lips.
And Hell, wasn’t that the sexiest smirk Lavi had ever seen.
He smirked back almost immediately, catching on to everything the long-haired young man meant. “Ah, thanks … That would be much appreciated…” He turned around to smile apologetically at his white-haired friend. He nervously rubbed the back of his head, messing up the red locks even more, and his smile widened. “So... yeah. Sorry Allen, seems we’ll have to leave you for a while… Don’t get wasted while we’re gone. Or steal away the whole bar’s clothes in poker games.” He said as he turned to follow Kanda, who had already gotten up and disappeared in the crowd, headed for the bathroom.
Poor Allen had no idea what the hell had just happened right in front of his eyes. ”What the fuck…?”
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It was too hot. Way too hot. The world was in flames, everything was burning, and right now for Kanda “everything” meant Lavi, his body, the soft skin of his chest under the tight dark green shirt, the smoothness of the skin of his lower back, his flat stomach, the velvet of his lips, oh his lips, they were so warm as he ran his whole tongue across them. And then Lavi opened his mouth and Kanda’s tongue plunged in and it was wet and hot and oh Lavi’s taste was so different from everything else and then Lavi’s own hot tongue was in Kanda’s mouth and someone moaned and he had no idea which one of them and it all just felt so damn good.
He pressed himself harder against the willing body of the slightly taller redhead, in turn pressing Lavi’s body against the sink he had practically thrown him against not long before, not really caring if there was someone else in the bathroom or if someone saw them or if the whole bar caught fire and to Hell with it all, nothing was going to stop them now.
Lavi was voicing no protests despite being so painfully pressed against the cold and uncomfortable sink; he was too lost in sensation to care, and he just wanted more and more. His arms were around the Japanese young man’s neck, holding on for dear life as the raven-haired teen once more ravished his mouth with his own and spread fire on Lavi’s torso and back with those skillful hands while refusing to touch more important spots.
Despite being somewhat lost in the haze of pleasure, he didn’t feel like letting the other do all the work, so the stripper proceeded to get his hands underneath the tight shirt and run them across the smooth porcelain skin of Kanda’s chiseled stomach, scraping his nails slightly on the way to Kanda’s nipples.
But Kanda’s hot mouth then latched onto his neck, licking and nipping in a curved line from Lavi’s Adam apple to the hollow under his ear, passing on a spot there that sent pleasant shivers down Lavi’s spine and that made him arch into Kanda’s body, so solid and hot against him, and Lavi had to momentarily pause his slow exploration.
Arching his back as Kanda’s mouth descended to his chest, sucking on his nipples through the dark green shirt Lavi was wearing, the stripper threw his head back against the mirror behind him and took his hands from underneath Kanda’s tight shirt to tangle them in his long inky black hair. “W-we should- we sh-should go into one of the stalls”, he panted as tried to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out.
Kanda ignored him, reaching behind his back to help him get rid of his shirt.
“Kanda… we c-can’t do this here…” Lavi tried again, but the Japanese male still wasn’t listening, having momentarily paused to stare (though it looked more like glare) at the redhead’s muscled chest, glistening with sweat and moving rapidly as he panted. Then Kanda reached out to caress the skin lightly, barely touching it, running it across the collarbone, the center of the chest, his stomach, his right hipbone…
Lavi growled and pushed Kanda into one of the stalls, closing the stall’s door with nearly enough strength to make it come off of its hinges. With a possessive snarl, he grabbed Kanda’s shirt and threw him back against the door, then trapped him in that position by pressing his own body against the shorter male’s, hands on the door on either side of Kanda’s head.
“I hate being ignored, ya know,” Lavi bit his neck feverishly, “but what I fucking hate even more is being teased.”
Kanda’s hands latched on to his waist, pushing Lavi’s hips against his own in an attempt to create more friction. “Che, pity,” he panted, eyes screwed shut as Lavi marked his neck rather thoroughly, “I was actually having quite a lot of fun myself.” The long-haired young man smirked, one hand snaking up Lavi’s bare torso to touch his nipples again, eliciting a loud moan from the redhead.
“Oh really?” Lavi grinned against Kanda’s neck. Nipping lightly under the other’s jawline, he raised his knee in between Kanda’s legs until it was right under Kanda’s crotch, making a bit of pressure on that very important area, and lowered one of his hands from its position on the door next to Kanda’s head to unbuckle the Japanese teen’s belt. “How about having some real fun now, hmm?”
Kanda’s midnight blue eyes shot open, and he glared intently at the redhead pressing himself against him. “Are you assuming you’re going to top, idiot?” Kanda asked in a flat voice that implied a million threats and death sentences.
In an instant their positions were reversed. Lavi whined when his head hit the door rather forcefully. Next thing he knew, his pants were down to his ankles and Kanda was pushing his hips against the redhead’s, slowly, beginning an enticing rhythm that Lavi couldn’t help but obey to. Kanda’s hot breath tickled his collarbone.
But things couldn’t go this way. “At least, not tonight.” And Lavi grinned mentally at the thought of doing this with Japanese man again - considering how Lavi’s knees were already trembling and threatening to let him fall, he could only imagine what actual sex with this guy would do to him, and surely he wouldn’t mind repeating the experience…
Fighting another moan as he felt Kanda lightly squeeze his backside, Lavi brought his hands up to the other man’s chest and tried to speak again. “Well, normally I really wouldn’t m-mind -oh, do that again - wouldn’t mind doing it either way, but…” suddenly a wide grin spread itself on his face.
In a flash, Kanda found himself once more in the same position as when they’d first entered the stall, only now Lavi had pinned his hands against the door above his head. Kanda snarled. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid rabbit?”
“Rabbit?” Lavi thought. “Oh. Japanese. Lavi. Rabi. Rabbit. Heh.” He chuckled inwardly. “As I was saying,” he panted in the Japanese male’s ear, “I have a private performance for a birthday party later, and I can’t dance if I’m limping, ya know…”
With a smirk, he switched to using only one hand to keep Kanda’s wrists pinned, and licked one finger before lifting the other male’s shirt to his chin so he could circle his right nipple with the wet finger. “So please let me do it…” the redhead purred sensually against Kanda’s neck, his chest vibrating pleasantly against Kanda and the raven-haired teen shuddered. But he was Kanda Yuu after all, and anything to save Kanda Yuu’s pride.
“Che, you know I can throw you off and do it myself anyway if I want to…” he replied breathlessly, tugging once against Lavi’s hand with almost enough strength to break free to prove his point.
“Yeah, but it’s my job… responsibility and all… so…”
“That is none of my business.” the Japanese man’s intense gaze, somehow managing to seem angry and indifferent and lustful all at the same time, bore deep into the redhead’s emerald eyes. Lavi held the smoldering gaze firmly.
Challenge.
“You think I can’t do it.” Lavi wasn’t asking a question.
“Amazing. What was your first clue?”
“The sarcasm in that sentence wasn’t even the second one, I assure you.”
“Do you think I need your fucking ‘reassurance’? Think again.”
‘Yeah, but the funny thing,’ Lavi thought, slightly narrowing his eyes at the long-haired male currently being pinned to the door, ’is that you haven’t pushed me off yet.’
“I don’t feel like thinking.” Yeah, what he really wanted was to just get some action! Goddamn it all, why couldn’t Kanda just let him do it?
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Would you rather stop now?”
Ah. Very good point, that one.
“Che. Make it worth my time. You fail, and I take over and make you so sore you won’t ev-“
He was eagerly silenced by Lavi’s soft lips pressing against his own, parting to let the redhead’s tongue come forth and slide once more into his mouth. And again they were both lost in all the warmth, and the taste, and the wetness and the moans and each other. At some point, Lavi’s free hand wandered to Kanda’s inky threads and loosened the air tie, so his hair spilled down his shoulders and back and Lavi tangled his hand in it. Kanda’s teeth were lightly nipping his bottom lip and when he started sucking it Lavi almost let out an undignified whimper.
It was too hot, burning hot, oh-my-God-it-burned extremely damn hot for Lavi now. And he couldn’t get enough.
He wanted to taste the salty skin again, so he did, breaking the kiss and lowering his head to the other man’s chest, sucking greedily on his left nipple and the skin around it, occasionally grazing over it with his teeth, eager to hear the Japanese teen’s soft hisses and growls.
“Hn…” Kanda’s hands were shaking in Lavi’s hold as the redhead worked up yet another hickey. “God…” The raven-haired young man whispered, head thrown back in pleasure.
Lavi tried going lower, releasing Kanda’s hands and descending to the other man’s navel, and was rewarded with a firm grip on his disheveled auburn hair and a slightly louder hiss. It seemed Kanda wasn’t the loud type, but Lavi enjoyed the subtlety.
If he wasn’t too lost in everything that was happening to think properly, he might have remembered their earlier conversation and smirked at the irony.
As it were, he was too busy feeling up Kanda’s bottom and small back as his other hand finally unbuckled the belt and pushed down the pants and the underwear in his way.
Kanda was breathless and felt even hotter now - was that even possible? But then his eyes looked down and the sight of that alluring redhead kneeling between his legs unfastening his pants and pushing it down along with his underwear was just too - “Hnn…” and he moaned softly, eyes closing and rolling to the back of his head as he threw it backwards, against the door and then forward again, his long black hair swaying back and forth with the movements. “Rabi…” He mouthed, but no sound came out. The Japanese male was leaning heavily against the door, arms hanging by his sides almost as if he had no strength left to use them. All he felt were Lavi’s hands on him, caressing his thighs, dragging his nails slightly here and there, making the heat inside him escalate to never-seen-before levels. He could feel Lavi’s hot tongue lazily drawing a wet trail from one of his hipbones to the other, stopping briefly along the way to circle slightly lower, teasing him, so close, so close to…
Suddenly the fire in Kanda’s veins inflamed his whole body, his very flesh felt like molten lava and the air was suffocating. The sounds around them and coming from outside the bathroom were muted - the music, the cheers, the screams, the clinks and thunks of glasses and cups being used and moved and the people clapping and - and all he could hear was the thrumming of blood in his ears and the wet noises Lavi’s mouth was making on him, ohhh so hot, and it felt so good, more… He rolled his hips into the wet heat engulfing him, searching for more, demanding more, more heat, more friction, more pleasure, yes, everything… and it was accepted, thank God Lavi let him, the stripper moved along with him, taking him even deeper, moaning as he did, and Kanda lost it. Throwing his head back sharply against the door, Kanda silently screamed his release to the bathroom’s ceiling, fingers tangled in fiery red hair and nails digging into the stripper’s scalp as he arched from the door.
After a few agonizing moments of utter bliss, his chest heaving, all his muscles suddenly relaxed, and Kanda couldn’t even think clearly yet, but the redhead didn’t give him time to try thinking. He was standing again, his mouth on Kanda’s, his tongue on his lips, his ear, his jaw, his neck; his hands on his cheeks, his back, his thighs, everywhere, Lavi was everywhere on Kanda’s body… Moaning against Kanda’s neck as the Japanese male did the same to him, responding with just as much eagerness as he had showed when they first entered the stall, hands going into Lavi’s pants, forcing them down the redhead’s milky white thighs.
Lavi pulled away slightly to help Kanda in the process of getting rid of the hassle that the redhead’s pants now were and the next second he was already glued to the shorter male, the contact of naked skin sending electricity shooting through their bodies.
Kanda immediately attached his hot mouth to Lavi’s neck, sucking eagerly and nipping the skin under the stripper’s jaw. Eyes closed as Lavi himself once again draped himself all over the Japanese young man. As the redhead’s hands moved from his waist to go stroke his erection back to life, Kanda took his time enjoying the soft skin of the other, so smooth. His small hands caressing Lavi’s torso, all the way from his shoulders to his nipples to his navel, drawing a series of groans and sexy husky moans from Lavi that only urged him on. What kind of sounds would he be able to have Lavi make?
“Oh, Hell, fuck, yeah…” Lavi was moaning.
He leaned forward to take one of Lavi’s nipples in his mouth and sucked, twirling his tongue over and around it, nipping slightly on the surrounding skin, and earned a loud gasp, and the redhead’s hands trembled on Kanda’s skin. So Kanda closed his eyes and went on pleasuring the rosy bud of flesh in his mouth, using his hand on the other, and quickly lost himself in both the sound of Lavi’s moans and in the salty taste that set his tongue on fire and heightened the shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, so much so that when a finger was slowly eased into him - slightly wet, probably with saliva, Kanda was too busy to care - all he did was groan around the flesh in his mouth due to the stimulation of the nerves in that area, and barely noticed the discomfort he should be feeling. Hell, he didn’t even actually realize what feeling that in that particular area meant. That’s how far gone he was.
Of course, once the second was introduced as well, that was another story. With a barely suppressed wince and a low grumble, Kanda detached himself from the redhead and leaned once more against the stall’s door.
- -
There he was, in a filthy bar’s bathroom, about to have sex with a - really hot, incredibly talented with his hands and mouth, and overall absolutely stunning - stripper, that was currently as naked as Kanda himself was (except for maybe both their pairs of shoes), one hand drawing soothing circles on his hip, the other buried in between Kanda’s legs, moving slowly in up and down motions with wet noises.
Since Kanda was no longer laying his attention on the stripper’s chest, Lavi in turn leaned towards the Japanese male, hands still working between the other’s legs, preparing him for what was to come, and started kissing and licking Kanda’s porcelain white navel.
“Fuck, Kandaaa…” the stripper whispered against his skin, loving its taste, how soft and warm it felt.
Looking down, all Kanda could see was tousled spiky red hair against his own skin, and said redhead’s hands on his flesh. Images of Lavi up on the stage, undulating, shaking his hips, slowly lowering his pants, grinding into the pole came to Kanda’s mind, and once again fire burned in his veins, made him buck against the uncomfortable - now three - fingers that were working to stretch him.
And goddamn it all, Kanda had never been so horny.
“Yuu…” Lavi panted, pulling his fingers out of the shorter male and positioning himself in between his legs. “Relax, now, okay?” His bright green eyes were shining with anticipation, but there was some concern there too. If Kanda was a virgin, at least in the gay sex department…
“Don’t fucking- don’t fucking call me by my given name, idiot,” Kanda gasped, and locked his arms around the redhead’s neck, pulling him closer. “And I’m not a goddamn woman.” He grabbed a handful or red hair and harshly tugged on it, forcing Lavi to look into the dark depths of his midnight-blue eyes. “Don’t fucking treat me like one.” Kanda somehow growled as he panted.
For some reason, Lavi felt like grinning hugely, and he did. “Anything you say, Yuu.”
“I’m going to maim y-!” the Japanese male began, but the stripper had lined himself up and slowly thrust into him then. Kanda gasped and his arms tightened around the other’s neck.
Lavi went in slowly, watching the concentrated look in Kanda’s frowning face and resorting to all his self control to keep himself from just pounding the other into the door.
Kanda, for his part, was too busy controlling his breathing and trying not to let the pain and that damn uncomfortable sensation get to him and make him let out sounds he refused to make. He wasn’t a woman, god-damn-it. But Lavi was… he was… Kanda just concentrated on his breathing again.
Until Lavi was at last sheathed completely and paused for another moment, allowing Kanda to adjust. Even if the long-haired male would never say it, he felt grateful for the short pause. Because daaaamn…
Even if he was dying to start moving and was almost at his limit of his self-control, the redhead had never felt so good. Kanda’s skin on his, his hands on Kanda’s waist, the heat, the oh-so-wonderful heat, Kanda’s arms around his neck, pulling him closer, Kanda’s breath on his shoulder and neck, everything, it was so goddamn perfect, and looking at this man under him (well, sort of), long glossy black hair strewn everywhere, porcelain white skin flushed and covered in marks that had been made by Lavi, yes, by Lavi himself… it was so erotic and satisfying and such a deeply pleasurable sight and thought and concept that the redhead found himself moaning loudly and digging his nails into Kanda’s waist.
Surprisingly, the Japanese male let out a groan at that and bucked his hips, and Lavi took that as the request to move and gratefully obliged.
Hell, they’d thought they’d felt hot before, but this didn’t even compare. They could do nothing but feel, and taste, and hear, and everything.
At some point Lavi forgot everything about control and not making too much noise and just moaned loudly, and growled, and hissed, and pounded into the tight heat surrounding him with such fierceness that the stall’s door racketed dangerously in its place, its hinges creaking threateningly, and both walls of the stall were vibrating along with his thrusts.
As much as this should have been taking its toll on Kanda’s back, said Japanese young man was currently too aroused and too lost in heat and wonderful sensations coursing through his body to care, and his skin was slick with sweat anyway so the rubbing itself of the skin against the door wasn’t painful.
Right now, all the dark-haired male knew was there were hands on his hips, and they felt good, and wet heat on his chest, and that felt good, and that after the redheaded stripper had angled his hips just so, each deep thrust into him brought toe-curling pleasure, and then suddenly there was something warm wrapping around his almost painful erection, and it had moved, creating delicious friction, then moving to the head, teasing the slit and then smearing the fluids that had been leaking out for some time by then, and back to that rubbing from the base to the tip but now more easily because of the slickness, and all the while there were those ripples of bliss erupting from deep inside him with each thrust, and the nails of one hand digging into his hip, and from time to time a suck to his nipples or a bite to his neck or chest that left his skin burning so much he thought he’d spontaneously combust and those fucking erotic moans and groans being gasped hotly and directly into his ears and occasionally against his neck and if someone asked Kanda right there and then if he liked this even despite the occasional pain and the soreness he was already feeling and the lock of the door digging into his back the answer would be the same if he was asked if he believed he was having the best sex of his life and wanted more, which would be fuck yes please.
Lavi himself wasn’t in any better state. The visual stimulation, the heat, the slickness, the tightness…
“Holy shit…” he muttered. “…tight…”
Kanda’s hands were on his back, now, his arms around Lavi’s neck, and even if it was somewhat difficult to keep up with the stimulation of Kanda’s erection that way Lavi brought their bodies closer together and once more bit on Kanda’s neck, adding one more to the impressive collection of forming bruises there, harshly enough to almost pierce the skin, and felt Kanda’s own mouth on his ear, his tongue playing with the redhead’s earring, and Lavi forgot any coherent thought he might have been having and moaned so loud it could almost be called a scream.
It wasn’t his fault, really, it’s just that Kanda had just found what was possibly the most erogenous zone in Lavi’s body.
He wouldn’t last much longer, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t make Kanda finish first. Though judging by how the dark-haired male’s body was trembling and how his member was pulsating in the stripper’s hand, he wasn’t going to last much longer either.
All in all, it took more or less fifty seconds for it to be over for both of them. Lavi, of course, was determined to not go first, and so he tugged on Kanda’s hips to move him up a little, then disentangled his right leg and held it away, so that Kanda had his legs spread as wide as they would go, and immediately the difference in the depth of the thrusts was felt by both of them. Kanda let out one of those low moans that he had so rarely released, and Lavi grunted and closed his eyes, and then buried his face on Kanda’s shoulder and bit for all he was worth, ignoring the few strands of long hair in his mouth.
Aaaand there, right there was Kanda’s limit. With a strangled shout that was the noisiest sound he’d made until then, the long-haired male arched off the door he was pressed against and into the warm body pinning him to it as pleasure burst from within him and wave after wave of sheer bliss ran throughout his body, his muscles tensing pleasurably all over.
He didn’t even notice that he’d hit his head against the door once more or when he bit down on Lavi’s ear, making the redheaded stripper moan even louder before stilling and coming inside him - though he definitely felt the warm fluid trickling out of him and down his thighs once the blissful haze characteristic of the end of such activities receded a little.
And the position they were in! His legs like that! Their hot and sweaty bodies glued to each other! God, for a second he felt slightly humiliated, but then he froze.
“Lavi! Kanda, where are you guys?”
He felt Lavi’s body, that had been trembling slightly, still completely against his own. The goddamn Moyashi had come looking for them!
‘He can’t see us like this.’ Was Kanda’s only thought as he felt his chest go cold with pure panic.
“Damn, no one’s here. Where have those two…” Allen grumbled seemingly to himself, and the two improbable lovers inside the stall sighed with relief once they heard the muted sound of bathroom door closing.
“Whew, for a moment there I totally panicked…” Lavi said, and let his head fall forward until it rested against the stall’s door, right above Kanda’s right shoulder, and leaned completely against the Japanese male.
And before Kanda could utter his fit-for-any-situation default response the stall creaked, trembled, and the door fell to the floor with a huge racket, obeying the universal law of gravity, and they both fell on top of it.
The rather violent landing knocked the breath out of both them and made them grunt in pain. After a moment of shock, Lavi realized he must have been crushing Kanda and lifted his torso to relieve the other male of the weight.
“Ouch. That must have hurt.” A playful and not sympathetic at all voice chirped from somewhere in the bathroom, making Kanda and Lavi look up so quickly they almost got whiplash.
There, leaning on the closed bathroom door and smiling like a murderer, stood Allen Walker, raising an amused dark grey eyebrow at the image the both of them presented.
Lavi, naked except for his shoes and socks and the pants tangled around his ankles, on top of a very naked Kanda, except for his own socks and shoes, long inky black hair strewn everywhere, lying on the floor, on top of a bathroom stall’s door. The abandoned articles of clothing were scattered around the stall’s floor and even on top of the toilet, providing the image with a fitting background. Furthermore, both the redhead and the long-haired male were flushed all over, sweat dripping down their bodies, hickeys flourishing on the patches of skin that were most visible to the white-haired male by the door.
What a very interesting image indeed. It beat Komui with make-up on by MILES. ‘Hell, it’s on a completely different league’, Allen thought excitedly.
The stripper just stared in shock at his cute little white-haired friend who had the sweetest smile on his face as he looked at the both of them in that… situation.
He looked calm and sweet and slightly amused as always, so Kanda, for a brief moment, thought that maybe he could somehow find a way to make this work, make Walker-
The smile spread across the fair male’s features, widened-
widened-
-widened till it showed teeth, and so Lavi’s courage picked up his balls and they all ran for the hills screaming bloody murder.
The redhead tried to make himself small and pressed himself down against Kanda, who, hot and pretty as he was, seemed like someone who could be pretty terrifying too and therefore should be able to hold his own against the nightmarish person grinning at them from across the bathroom.
“Why, hello there, Kannn~da.” Walker smiled creepily, and Kanda knew he was fucked.
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Absolute First Law of the Universe:
In the end, no matter the game, gamble or situation, Allen Walker always wins, wins again, and keeps winning and fucking you over until you, your courage and what’s left of your pride kneel down and beg for mercy like the bitches you are.
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The End
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