Club scene drabble
Pairing: KandaAllenKanda, a little AllenLena
About: Drabble written at 1 AM, so no quality is to be expected. This drabble contains sexeh!Allen. And jealous!neko!Kanda. All quite grown up and experienced and complicated, yeah? As with all entries tagged neko!Kanda AU, this is a SPOILER.
Kanda watched Allen dance.
His mismatched hands ran up Lenalee's sides, fingers catching on the fabric of her tank top and dragging it up a little, exposing her midriff. She didn't seem to mind; Kanda saw her throw her head back with a bubbling laugh he couldn't hear. Her hands were lazily swaying up in the air as the two of them moved their hips at the same time, his right hand making its sinful way back down. The music blaring through the crammed club jumped to an electric, quick pace, and his hand latched on possessively to her naked hip, forcing her music-driven quick movements to slow down again and accompany that of his hips.
She was smiling, lowering one of her hands to the back of his neck, holding him there, pressed against her back, every inch of their bodies touching from shoulders to legs as they moved as one being, her hips swaying enticingly from side to side now.
Such an energetic song called for wilder moves, ones that wouldn't have them touching quite so much, but no, they went for the extensive touching and grinding. Kanda gritted his teeth.
Lenalee turned around so they were facing each other, folding her arms around his neck and bending backwards with little rythmic movements of her shoulders, dragging him over her playfully, trusting him to keep her from falling, their hips grinding together. She lifted a long, slender leg to hook it over his hip, and Kanda's tail whipped against the counter he was leaning on with a cracking noise swallowed by Lady Gaga singing Stop calling stop calling I don't wanna think anymore, I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
They straightened back up, and she undulated against him, and then her hands went to his chest and slid down as she lowered herself slowly, dragging her body down every inch of his until her eyes were level with his crotch and then back up again, her fingers caressing his inner thighs on the way almost as if by accident.
His hands on her were confident, as if touching conquered, owned territory; her hands on him were teasing, sure of her seduction. He guided her body in their dance, allowing her to escape his grasp occasionally to dance alone, allowing her to tease him, to touch him all over.
Whatever drink he'd ordered burned Kanda's throat like fire on its way down, and it didn't stung as fiercely as watching Allen spin Lenalee in place and press her against his chest - and the black button-up shirt Allen was wearing seemed halfway open, and Kanda was sure Lenalee could feel his skin directly on hers when they were pressed so close.
Over the brim of his glass of Some Alcoholic Drink Or Other, Kanda caught Allen's glimmering silver eyes as he stared at him over Lenalee's shoulder, having turned her back around, both his hands on her hips. Their eyelock turned heated, stop telephoning me, eh eh eh eh eh eh, I'm busy, and the fingers of Allen's right hand slid down a little, slipping just a little under the waistband of Lena's low-riding mini-skirt, teasing, taunting Kanda, silver eyes hard and intent.
Kanda glared into those eyes, lips curling in a disdainful scowl that told Allen I don't care. You're pathetic for even trying.
The beansprout just kept fixing him with that heated silver stare, bringing the other hand up to grasp Lenalee's slender neck, tipping her head back over his shoulder, her whole body open and pliable and swaying sexily against him.
And Kanda didn't care.
Stop calling stop calling I don't wanna think anymore, I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
The hybrid turned around, slid his empty glass over the counter to the barman and demanded three more.
Final A/N: I don't even like Lady Gaga's music. And yet when someone showed me some crappy AMV with the song Telephone I couldn't help but find it catchy, and it made me want to write part of this one scene from Untamable's epilogue.... Please know that the scene is a lot hotter in my head and that what I wrote doesn't even come close.
And I am working on Untamable's next chapter, I swear. I have an exam on Monday, and two more the week after, but I'm working on it.
EDIT: and because I'm a tease, I thought I'd tell you a little bit of what happens after this scene - it doesn't end there. Kanda downs three more glasses and a few shots, and eventually finds Allen dancing by himself directly in front of him. 8D Lap dancing might be involved. Possibly a stolen kiss and some rather innapropriate groping.
No more sexy stuff happens after that because... well, I won't tell you more. ;D
About: Drabble written at 1 AM, so no quality is to be expected. This drabble contains sexeh!Allen. And jealous!neko!Kanda. All quite grown up and experienced and complicated, yeah? As with all entries tagged neko!Kanda AU, this is a SPOILER.
Kanda watched Allen dance.
His mismatched hands ran up Lenalee's sides, fingers catching on the fabric of her tank top and dragging it up a little, exposing her midriff. She didn't seem to mind; Kanda saw her throw her head back with a bubbling laugh he couldn't hear. Her hands were lazily swaying up in the air as the two of them moved their hips at the same time, his right hand making its sinful way back down. The music blaring through the crammed club jumped to an electric, quick pace, and his hand latched on possessively to her naked hip, forcing her music-driven quick movements to slow down again and accompany that of his hips.
She was smiling, lowering one of her hands to the back of his neck, holding him there, pressed against her back, every inch of their bodies touching from shoulders to legs as they moved as one being, her hips swaying enticingly from side to side now.
Such an energetic song called for wilder moves, ones that wouldn't have them touching quite so much, but no, they went for the extensive touching and grinding. Kanda gritted his teeth.
Lenalee turned around so they were facing each other, folding her arms around his neck and bending backwards with little rythmic movements of her shoulders, dragging him over her playfully, trusting him to keep her from falling, their hips grinding together. She lifted a long, slender leg to hook it over his hip, and Kanda's tail whipped against the counter he was leaning on with a cracking noise swallowed by Lady Gaga singing Stop calling stop calling I don't wanna think anymore, I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
They straightened back up, and she undulated against him, and then her hands went to his chest and slid down as she lowered herself slowly, dragging her body down every inch of his until her eyes were level with his crotch and then back up again, her fingers caressing his inner thighs on the way almost as if by accident.
His hands on her were confident, as if touching conquered, owned territory; her hands on him were teasing, sure of her seduction. He guided her body in their dance, allowing her to escape his grasp occasionally to dance alone, allowing her to tease him, to touch him all over.
Whatever drink he'd ordered burned Kanda's throat like fire on its way down, and it didn't stung as fiercely as watching Allen spin Lenalee in place and press her against his chest - and the black button-up shirt Allen was wearing seemed halfway open, and Kanda was sure Lenalee could feel his skin directly on hers when they were pressed so close.
Over the brim of his glass of Some Alcoholic Drink Or Other, Kanda caught Allen's glimmering silver eyes as he stared at him over Lenalee's shoulder, having turned her back around, both his hands on her hips. Their eyelock turned heated, stop telephoning me, eh eh eh eh eh eh, I'm busy, and the fingers of Allen's right hand slid down a little, slipping just a little under the waistband of Lena's low-riding mini-skirt, teasing, taunting Kanda, silver eyes hard and intent.
Kanda glared into those eyes, lips curling in a disdainful scowl that told Allen I don't care. You're pathetic for even trying.
The beansprout just kept fixing him with that heated silver stare, bringing the other hand up to grasp Lenalee's slender neck, tipping her head back over his shoulder, her whole body open and pliable and swaying sexily against him.
And Kanda didn't care.
Stop calling stop calling I don't wanna think anymore, I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
The hybrid turned around, slid his empty glass over the counter to the barman and demanded three more.
Final A/N: I don't even like Lady Gaga's music. And yet when someone showed me some crappy AMV with the song Telephone I couldn't help but find it catchy, and it made me want to write part of this one scene from Untamable's epilogue.... Please know that the scene is a lot hotter in my head and that what I wrote doesn't even come close.
And I am working on Untamable's next chapter, I swear. I have an exam on Monday, and two more the week after, but I'm working on it.
EDIT: and because I'm a tease, I thought I'd tell you a little bit of what happens after this scene - it doesn't end there. Kanda downs three more glasses and a few shots, and eventually finds Allen dancing by himself directly in front of him. 8D Lap dancing might be involved. Possibly a stolen kiss and some rather innapropriate groping.
No more sexy stuff happens after that because... well, I won't tell you more. ;D