Lavi/Kanda 2 (Part Three)
Title: ... Wear What?
Author: sull89
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Oh, gawd... Porn. Lots of porn.
Summary: Kanda wishes, more than anything, that he hadn't made that bet...
Note: Co-written with wordsofrandom, who, in other terms, happens to be my fiancee.
“For being my Geisha, you’re not very good at it. Geisha are supposed to be good conversationalists.” Lavi quipped matter-of-factly, massaging his companion’s scalp now, knowing it usually calms him.
Kanda resisted the urge to yank himself away from Lavi - he was in no mood to be calmed down right now, “Well then, it's a damn good thing I'm not a fucking geisha.”
“Aww, Yu, you swore. I thought I told you not to do that.” Grinning slightly, Lavi began massaging harder. “And for right now, for tonight, I want you to be my Geisha. So start acting like it.”
Right at this very moment, Kanda would have given /Mugen/ to be able to rip Lavi's vocal cords out and strangle him with them. He couldn't deal with Lavi's hand on his head anymore either, and he jerked his head away as he spoke, “I am not a woman. Geisha are women.”
“Actually, the first Geisha were men who worked for women.” Lavi responded, still playing with his partner’s hair, his amusement plain on his face.
He pulled his head away yet again, glaring at Lavi when he reached for it once more, daring him with his eyes to touch it, “Well that's not how it is anymore.”
“Well, that’s how it is tonight.” Lavi said flatly, gripping the ends of Yu’s hair and tugging his head back within reach.
A quiet, but still dangerous, growl hissed out from between Kanda's lips when Lavi pulled on his hair again, still pissed off. He chooses not to respond otherwise though, figuring he's not going to talk to Lavi unless absolutely forced into it.
Winding his fingers back through the inky black hair in front if him, Lavi sighed softly, leaning forward to kiss his lover’s pale neck lightly, wanting him to calm down at least a little so they can both enjoy the night ahead of them.
Stiff and radiating anger from every pore, Kanda nonetheless let Lavi do what he wanted to, having no other viable option. He didn't want to be calm, and right now he didn't really want Lavi touching him, but more than that he didn't want to be hauled out in front of everyone again like some damn... woman. He wasn't going to let that happen again.
Sighing against Yu’s shoulder, Lavi lifted his head, pouting just slightly. This was no fun with Yu as angry as he was, so he needed to do something to calm him down. Maybe… sighing again, Lavi slowly began untying his captive’s hands, hoping that not being helpless would lighten the swordsman’s mood. He sat rigid though, ready to defend himself should the other man attack suddenly.
The movement at his back startled him - was the idiot actually being so dumb as to /untie/ him? Sure, he really wanted his hands back, but when he did it wasn't going to be good for Lavi's health. He was already tensing his fingers, imagining how they'll feel digging into that creamy white flesh holding Lavi's head to his body.
Sensing the murderous aura surrounding Yu, Lavi caught the slender wrists in his hands before the attached fingers could choke the life out of him. Sighing lightly, Lavi slid his hands up and entwined his fingers with Yu’s, frowning only slightly. “This will get better if you would stop being so grumpy.” he half-whispered.
He hissed out the words, leaving his hands mostly limp in Lavi's grip, but the second he let go... “No it wouldn't! This would get better if you were dead.”
Still holding the slender fingers with his own, Lavi leaned forward, chin resting on Yu's shoulder. He whispered as he spoke, breath ticking Yu’s ear. “But if I was dead, I couldn’t tie your wrists to the bed again, like I know you like so much. And if I was dead, I couldn’t undress you and kiss you and touch you like this…” Still holding onto the other man’s hand, Lavi stroked his fingers from Yu’s knee to his thigh, his touch feather-light, “And after that, I couldn’t nudge your legs apart,” and he did so as he spoke, his hand pulling Yu’s knees apart. “and I wouldn’t be able to fuck you until you come… if I was dead.” His voice was husky when he finished, fingers still stroking the pale thighs before him.
As much as Kanda wanted to refute everything Lavi just said, he found the words caught in his throat. How Lavi knew he liked being tied down, he didn't know, and it angered part of him that the man had figured it out, but a far greater part of him was happy that Lavi knew without him having to actually admit it - that probably meant he would get it more, and that was fine by him. Also... the feeling of his hand stroking his thighs, caressing his skin... that was nice too, maybe even a little relaxing... Kanda chose not to respond with words, still trying to be pissed off at his lover, but that ability was slowly slipping away from him, inch by inch, to be replaced by another emotion - just as feral, but usually not near as deadly; damn him yet again, but Lavi was making him horny once more.
Feeling the Japanese Exorcist at his side finally relax, Lavi took a possibly deadly chance and slowly released Yu’s hands, still absently stroking his thighs, his other hand coming up to massage his scalp again. Turning his head, Lavi began stringing light kisses from Yu’s jaw, down his neck, and across his shoulder, anything to keep him calm.
For a split second, he couldn't decide what to do - what was going on right now was pleasant, but he was still sitting in a fucking kimono after having been dragged around where people saw. So, for just a moment he sat there quietly, before deciding that now didn't make up for earlier. With that in mind, he whipped his hands around, getting his slender but strong fingers around Lavi's throat before he could stop him, squeezing enough to be painful, but still allowing him to get some air, trying to decide exactly what to do now.
Swallowing with some effort, Lavi just stared up into the dark blue eyes he’d come to associate with so many different things. Night, and softness, and anger, murder, rage… attraction, lust, pleasure… love? His lips twitched slightly, but he decided not to move anything except his fingers, which were still stroking, still massaging, still calming. He really hoped he judged the Japanese man correct
correctly and that the hands at his throat were a threat and nothing more.
He felt a lot better now, with his hands tight around Lavi's miserable little throat. It would be so easy to get payback now. Choke the life out of the little bastard. And while part of his brain was chanting at him to do just that, another part was just telling him to relax and let it go - he was in something like love with Lavi after all, right? He didn't really want him dead... So for now he just kept his grip as it was, watching Lavi, his eyes boring into the single green one in front of him, trying to decide which part of his mind to listen to.
Lavi just kept watching the pair of eyes that were staring at him in turn, breathing evenly, fingers stroking the smooth skin beneath them slowly, deliberately. He was fairly certain Yu wasn’t going to kill him, but until the other man removed them completely, he wasn’t going to move.
Little by little, Kanda remembered, mostly by watching that singular green eye, that he was in some sort of love with this idiot creature. So, little by little, the grip he had on Lavi's neck loosened as well, until his fingers were mostly just resting there, his breathing starting to increase little by little at the small shocks Lavi's fingers had been sending through him, still trying to figure out exactly what he was going to do next.
“Better?” His voice coming out much too softly, Lavi was reminded in this instant of the feelings he held for the swordsman in front of him. Normally, had Kanda Yu had his fingers around anyone else’s throat, they would have at least passed out before he let go. But for him, something was different, and whatever that something was, it made Lavi’s heart feel a little lighter in his chest.
“... No.” But as he spoke, his fingers finally slipped from Lavi's throat completely - sure, he was mad at the bumbling idiot, but he didn't /really/ want him dead.
Smiling, Lavi reached up, tentatively kissing Yu’s collarbone through the purple brocade, his eye still trained on the others face as he did so.
A soft sigh escaped him, but that was it. No angry growls, no murderous glares - Lavi was trying to make up for what he did; at least, Kanda thought so. It was a helpful thought, so he clung to it, watching Lavi quietly, waiting to see what would happen next.
Now that his companion was calm, Lavi felt it was safe to proceed. Producing an elegant pair of hair sticks, he shifted behind Yu and gathered his hair up to the back of his head, holding it in place with the wooden sticks. It was messy, but incredibly sexy at the same time. Lavi was proud of himself for thinking of the to addition to his lover’s current wardrobe. “You know, Yu, you’re sexy in anything you wear,” he said with a smile, speaking truthfully instead of using the teasing tone he normally would.
“That doesn't mean I want to wear it,” he was sitting still now, shoulders relaxed as Lavi worked, letting him do what he will - at least for now. His voice wasn't cruel or angry either, just matter of fact.
Chuckling slightly, Lavi set his hand on Yu’s shoulders, massaging them now, too. If he was to get what he wanted the way he wanted it, he’d have to make his lover happy beforehand. “I know that, but I can still compliment you if I want to. And I’m not the only one who thinks so; Lenalee was staring covetously at your legs earlier.” Hoping that bringing up their jaunt earlier wouldn’t bring out the murderous side of his partner again, he just kept massaging.
The mention of “earlier” did make a slick, dangerous growl escape his throat, but it was faint and short lived. Right now what Lavi was doing felt good, and if he didn't look down he could pretend he wasn't wearing a kimono. Instead of responding directly to what Lavi said, he went about it in an obtuse way, but responded nonetheless, “I would rather have male clothing.”
Smirking, remembering how the other man had reacted to his dirty talk from earlier, he spoke in a low, husky voice, “But Yu, being dressed like that really turns me on… and you know what that means…” he finished, on of his hand sliding down Yu’s body to brush between his legs.
It was an involuntary movement, but he couldn't help it - his muscles clenched up, stiff, but in pleasure... he wanted that... he really, really wanted that, but still... “You're still a freak...”
Lavi really didn’t think he was any kinkier than anyone else, and it wasn’t really that Yu was wearing /woman’s/ clothes that got to him. It was that the kimono was exotic, just like his Japanese lover, and that it was short and clung to his body nicely. It made him look rather like a whore… it was the connotations of the clothes, more than anything, that made him like them. But still, he could admit that this whole situation was a little kinky. Shrugging, he smiled a little as he replied, “Oh well. We’re all freaks on the inside.”
“You will find I disagree with that,” was Kanda's immediate response. Sure, he had his freak side, but again, he didn't really want Lavi to know that. To him, the kimono was debasing and embarrassing, something he saw as an attempt to humiliate him. And he never, ever appreciated attempts like that.
“Oh, come on, Yu. You have your freak side. I’ve seen it.” Lavi insisted, his fingers still working at the knots of muscle in his lover’s shoulders. It was true, too. They rarely had vanilla sex, even when the other man was in control.
As much as he hated to admit it, the constant motion of Lavi's soothing hands was really starting to get him more relaxed than he thought was safe for him, which was maybe why he started asking stupid questions, “Yeah? Like what?”
“Well, you seem to like bondage, for instance.” Which was true; Yu tied him down half the time and he seemed to like being tied down himself, so saying he liked it was indisputable.
A light scoff escaped him, “I do it because it means I have to spend less time fighting with you - that's the only reason.”
Sighing, Lavi moved his hands down purple-clad shoulder blades, rubbing with the heel of one hand, the other sliding around to hold Yu’s upper body steady. Not that he couldn’t hold himself still, Lavi just liked the feel of him, so he took advantage of the situation whenever he could. “Nah, I doubt that’s it. You liked it when I tied you down, too. And besides that, you also seem to be a bit preoccupied in dominance and submission.” And that was true with every aspect of the swordsman’s life. He dominated everything else into submission, no matter who or what ‘everything else’ entailed.
He could feel all the tension and anger melting from him, and although he sensed danger in becoming complacent he couldn't seem to stop it. Lavi's hands just felt so damn nice... “I do not like being tied down. It does nothing but piss me off.” He shifted now, stretching slightly as Lavi kept massaging, “And the only reason you think I enjoy domination and submission is because I always come out on top. That happens only because I'm better than anyone else.”
“You’re stubborner’n a goddamn mule, you know that?” Lavi asked, although his tone was one of amusement. He didn’t say anything else after that, focusing instead on working his fingers down the other's back, kneading at the knots until they were gone and Yu was little more than a boneless sack of skin. He knew well enough how much his partner enjoyed a good massage, which was exactly why he chose that action to calm him.
Well... now he couldn't hold on to any residual anger at Lavi's earlier actions even if he tried. He was too damn relaxed now, even though he was still sitting here in this wretched kimono. He wanted his pants back, but he wasn't in the mood to get up and get them right now, which, in retrospect, was probably what Lavi had been trying to achieve in the first place. Choosing not to dignify Lavi's last comment with a response, Kanda instead just snuffed slightly and pressed his shoulder's back against Lavi's hands, wanting more attention there.
Happy to oblige, Lavi moved his hands back up to Yu’s shoulders, massaging them hard, knowing his lover liked it that way. His body was getting to the point where it couldn’t sit still, however; he was still horny, still wanted the same thing he’d wanted all night and prolonging it was like slow torture.
There... that was the last spot that really needed attention... and it felt good... A soft sigh escaped him as disjointed thought after disjointed thought popped into being in his mind: Lavi wasn't going to do this for much longer. - He was still wearing a dress. - Maybe it was okay that Lavi knew he liked being tied down. - This would be better if he were tied down. - What the hell is he thinking things like /that/ for...!?
Sliding his arms around Yu’s slim waist, Lavi pulled the man’s back to his chest, knowing his proposition wouldn’t get him throttled with his lover in such a state of relaxation. “Do you know what I want now, Yu?” He asked offhandedly, his fingers playing over the soft fabric covering the equally soft thighs they covered.
Another sigh escaped him, this one of long-suffering, “... What's that...?”
Fingers still teasing over the purple brocade, Lavi smiled, “You know what you’re meant to be, right?”
At that he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep himself calm, “... Yes.”
With one hand, he brushed the dark hair off Yu’s neck, kissing the back of it lightly. “Good. Act like it.” He let his breath play over his companion’s sensitive neck, sure that this time, he would get what he wanted.
… Breathe. Don't act out. Try to remember the bet. And the massage. Let it go for now... if he drags you out in the hall again, then just kill him. Kanda took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice even as he spoke, “And how do you want me to do that?”
Giddy now, Lavi quickly hugged the smaller man in thanks before responding. “Well, I don’t know, however you think you should.” He didn’t want to tell Yu what to do; he wanted to be surprised.
Swallowing down the nasty comments in his throat, Kanda thought he'd take one last stab at historical fact, “Geisha aren't whores, you know...”
Sighing slightly at that, Lavi shook his head; when would Yu learn not to play fact versus fiction with him, of all people? “Maybe not now, but Geisha evolved from high class prostitutes. Oiran, they called them. So, not only were Geisha men at one point, they were also prostitutes.” Proving himself right, he smiled sweetly at Yu when he turned, then nudged him. “Come on, Yu, humor me.”
“They were, they're not anymore,” he knew playing this game would almost always result in losing, but still, he had to try, “We're past that point in history...”
“Well, I am focusing on that point of history, and so will you.” He said it with a demanding tone, leaving no more room for argument.
A sigh escaped him, but he had to try one more thing, “...And you're honestly trying to tell me they wore kimonos?”
“Well, no. That part is for me.” Grinning toothily, Lavi scooted back against the headboard and crossed his ankles, watching Yu carefully, hoping he’ll stop talking and start doing.
“Where is Mugen?”
Blinking, Lavi sat up a little more. "Why?" He didn't like that Yu wanted his Innocence; that normally didn't bode well for him.
“Just answer me,” ff he was going to do this, there were going to be a few requirements. This was one of them.
Knowing the swordsman would get angry and violent if he didn't know the whereabouts of his weapon, Lavi sighed. "Under the bed."
“Hm.” Slipping off the bed, he crouched down, fishing the black blade from its spot on the floor, checking to make sure everything was fine with it before pulling a sheet off the bed and wrapping Mugen in it to slowly lay it back where it was, nodding to himself, more content now that he knows where it is and that it's safe and clean. Rising back to his feet, he sighed, regarding Lavi with guarded eyes as he tried to figure out what to do, saying as he does, “Don't put it on the floor again.”
Lavi smiled softly, relaxing and laying back against the headboard once again. "Sorry, Yu. I won't." Had he been thinking at the time, he probably wouldn't have put Mugen under the bed, knowing how his lover felt about respect and his weapon. But he wasn't thinking about that; he was thinking about preventing his own castration.
“Good,” but his voice was still soft, not angry or pissed off, and now that he knew where Mugen was he felt a lot better about everything. He still felt awkward, but maybe if he just went along with it, the whole thing would end sooner and he could get out of the damn kimono, “So start.” His arms crossed across his chest, Kanda didn't exactly look the part of the welcoming, happy geisha, but at least he was willing to try.
"Well, first of all, don't cross your arms. You're supposed to be open and inviting." Remembering the kohl he'd borrowed, he picked it up off the nightstand. "Come here." Lavi ordered, knowing Yu would be hesitant if he wasn't firm.
Of course Lavi had to debase him further - what fun would it be without /makeup/ after all. But he did step forward, and at the same time he unwound his arms from each other, reminding himself yet again of the new thought that if he just did it, it would be over sooner.
The change in Yu now that he was calm made Lavi content; this was what he wanted. He liked the power being in control gave him, especially since he hardly ever got to be in control. Pulling the other man down to him, Lavi ordered him to close his eyes and he carefully outlined them with the kohl.
He tried to hold still, honestly he did, but how in the /hell/ did women do this every day!? He couldn't stop flinching back or squeezing his eyes shut tighter; Lavi was basically trying to draw on his eyes with a pencil, for the love of Mugen. But he managed to make it through it, although it was a bit messier than it normally would have been.
"This would be easier if you'd stop flinching. You're lucky I'm not putting this on the rim of your eyes." Lavi chided, knowing from experience (although the experience wasn't his idea) how annoying it was. Finally finishing, Lavi set the kohl back down on his nightstand, pulling back to admire his work. It was sloppier than he'd like, but it still looked nice. He only wished he'd asked for some powder to decorate the rest of his lover's eyelids.
He wanted to open his eyes, but with the way his luck had been going tonight he would end up with that damned kohl pencil shoved into his eye, “Are you done?”
Chuckling lightly, Lavi reached up with his thumbs to brush over his lover's pale cheekbones. "Yes, Yu, I'm done."
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the strange sensation on his skin, looking up at Lavi now, “... Good.”
Remembering the fruit he'd been eating earlier, Lavi nodded to the bowl on his shelf. "Bring that over here."
Kanda rose to his feet with a soft sigh, going to get it, still having to blink against the uncomfortable weight surrounding his eyes. He refused to complain about it though, finally deciding he'd be good at this, or at least try to be. Grabbing the bowl in graceful, slender fingers, he drew it from the shelf and took it back to Lavi, offering it to him awkwardly.
Watching Kanda move about in that kimono was enough to undo Lavi completely; although the other man would kill him for saying so, he had almost feminine legs, and the length (or lack thereof) of the kimono accented them wonderfully. So, when he turned and offered the bowl, Lavi just smiled and shook his head, gesturing for Yu to sit next to him.
Trying not to grunt, Kanda obeyed the unspoken command, sitting next to Lavi and trying to find some damn way to keep himself covered - at the very least, the idiot could have supplied him with boxers.
Smiling wider when the Japanese man sat next to him, Lavi opened his mouth expectantly, amusement in his eye as he watched Yu.
Kanda wasn't the sharpest tack in the box when it came to a lot of things and he knew it, so when Lavi first sat there with his mouth open, the only thing to do he could think of was ask, “... Are you a dead fish or something?”
Lavi had to laugh at that, knowing he looked stupid, half doing it to show his lover he could embarrass himself as well. "No, baka neko, I want you to feed me." Having grown tired of being called a stupid rabbit without having a good comeback, Lavi'd taken to calling his companion a stupid cat in return. It was usually met with a cuff to the back of his head, but he just smiled and opened his mouth again, his eyes daring Yu to do so now.
No. He wasn't going to rise to it. Not right now. He was going to smile sweetly (at least, he was going to try) and pick up a grape from the bowl, bringing it to Lavi's lips and push it between them with just a /tad/ bit more force then necessary. So he wasn't going to rise to it. The stupid nickname. No. But he was going to store it away in the back of his mind, just like he has everything else humiliating Lavi has done to him tonight, and after his twenty four and a half hours were up, he was going to rain revenge down on Lavi so hard that the boy was going to be begging for it to be over long before he was done.
Lavi could see the not-so-nice plan forming in Yu's mind; he knew he wasn't going to get away with this without revenge, but this would all be worth it, he knew. So, while he sat back against the headboard, feeling like a king as his lover fed him, he smiled slightly between bites. "You don't like fruit, do you, Yu?" He didn't like the silence while he took advantage of the situation, so he started the only conversation he knew wouldn't end with his castration at the moment.
He blinked, looking at Lavi like he was a bit cracked, “... No. I don't. You know that.” He kept up the steady motion of his hand though, feeding Lavi bite by bite, figuring that this wasn't so bad for now.
"Well, I know you don't like overly sweet food, but you eat pumpkin and that's sweet. I wasn't sure if fruit counted in your confusing hatred of sugar." Lavi said, taking his time to enjoy the grapes, strawberries and pineapple his lover was feeding him.
“Pumpkin is not that sweet. And I don't hate sugar, it's just unhealthy,” not to mention the juice on his fingers was slimy feeling as well, but he kept that thought to himself. He wasn't going to complain.
"Not really. Artificial sugar is, but natural sugar, like in fruit, isn't." Reaching out to pick up a rather small grape, he held it to Yu's lips. "Here. The grapes are more sour than sweet, Try one." Lavi insisted, pressing the fruit against the other's lips gently.
Kanda managed to glare at the offending fruit pressed against his lips even if it did mean his eyes were crossed, “I don't like them. I don't want it.”
"Just try it." Insistent still, Lavi kept the grape at Yu's lips, giving him a 'don't make me make you eat this' look.
With a sigh, he took the offending piece of fruit between his lips, tilting his head back and swallowing it whole before Lavi could stop him, “There.”
Lavi's eye widening slightly at that; the grape had been good sized and he wasn't sure if he could just swallow it whole like that without choking. "Do you have any gag reflex at all?" He managed to ask, slight awe in his tone.
His eyes narrowed slightly, of course thinking that Lavi's thinking dirty things, “... Why?”
Actually, the dirty thoughts didn't come until later. "...I would have choked on that, and I've got a decent gag reflex," He admitted, touching his throat lightly.
“Hmph,” was all Lavi got in response as Kanda resumed feeding him, hoping that if he distracted the idiot with the food he wouldn't try to feed him again.
Lavi accepted the next piece of fruit before digging through the basket for another sour grape. "You know, swallowing it whole defeated the purpose," he said and sighed before popping the grape in his mouth and biting in half carefully. Moving gently so he didn't dump the contents of the basket all over himself and the bed, Lavi leaned forward and kissed Yu deeply, the fruit still in his mouth. Pulling his lover closer, he ran his tongue along Yu's lower lip, taking advantage of his surprise to push one half of the grape into the Japanese man's mouth.
That made Kanda sputter and try to pull back, he did /not/ like having foreign objects shoved in his mouth!
Reaching up to cup the back of Yu's head, Lavi continued to kiss him gently, his tongue gently tracing the opposite lip before he pulled back with a smile, swallowing his half of the grape.
Glaring at Lavi, Kanda just held still, wanting to spit it out, but knowing he'd probably get in “trouble” for it. So, he just sat there, waiting for the redhead to say something.
"Well? Eat it. Chew it first." He amended, knowing unless he was specific Yu would just swallow it again.
His glare was back in full force, but Kanda complied with the order once again, chewing the thing, but only twice, his lip curling at the taste before he swallowed it.
"Well? They're sour grapes, so you can't complain they're sweet." Lavi explained, still smiling slightly.
“They're sweet enough,” trying to spit the offending taste out of his mouth, Kanda turned his head to the side, swallowing hard to get the residue off his tongue. “They're disgusting.”
"Hm." Was Lavi's only response, tilting his lover's face back down to his own, leaning up to kiss him again, this time without anything already in his mouth.
Kanda sighed softly and let Lavi do what he wanted, parting his lips softly and waiting for contact, wanting more than this sexually but glad for now that at least he doesn't have to objectify himself.
Lavi only kissed him briefly, long enough to get the swordsman to forget the taste of the fruit he apparently hated. Pulling back with a sly smile, Lavi just opened his mouth again, expectantly.
Muttering softly under his breath, Kanda slowly pushed another fruit inside Lavi's mouth, “Just like a rabbit to want rabbit food.”
Lavi chuckled, chewing slowly before he responded. "Rabbits eat carrots and cabbage, Yu. Not pineapple and grapes. They might eat strawberries, though..." He trailed off, still looking amused. "So, why don't you like anything that's sweet, Yu?"
A shrug followed the question, “I just don't. What's the point of talking right now, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be thinking you're a king or some other such nonsense?”
Chuckling again, Lavi shook his head. "No, if I was supposed to be a King, you'd be on your knees kow-towing or something." Running his finger along his lover's jaw, Lavi smirked just slightly, "We're talking because I like talking to you. And because that's part of a Geisha's job."
He was going to be good about it, but dammit if he couldn't wait for this damn roleplay to be over: he didn't /want/ to be a geisha! But his response was just a soft, “Oh,” as he kept feeding his lover, wondering what was coming next.
Seeing that the fruit was almost gone from the basket, Lavi caught the slender hand that offered a piece of pineapple. Still holding the hand, Lavi took the pineapple and chewed it slowly, noting the juice that clung to his lover's slender fingers. Swallowing the fruit, he grinned and leaned forward, sucking two juice-coated fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly as he watched Yu's face.
/That/ made Kanda come to attention, in more ways than one. He had been studying the fruit left, but now his eyes were wide and completely locked on Lavi's lips and tongue. There was another part of him quite... stiff as well, wanting some of the same attention his fingers were getting. He had to hold back a pathetic growl - if he had it his way, Lavi would be sucking him off, but he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Lavi could definitely sense the change in his lover, and that just made him smirk more, swirling his tongue around and between the fingers in his mouth. Lavi's hand was wrapped around the slim wrist, his fingers gently stroking the soft skin there as well.
He focused on breathing through his nose to keep himself calm, try not to think about it, don't let it get you hard... those were the thoughts Kanda tried to keep himself busy with, but it was only half working. He really, really wanted Lavi's mouth somewhere else...
Lavi noticed when Yu's breath hitched just slightly and he smiled, slowly pulling the fingers out of his mouth. "What is it, Yu?" He purred, voice low and somewhat husky.
He had to try really hard not to stutter, “Nothing. I'm just waiting on you...” He trailed off slowly, watching Lavi's tongue as it traced his lips... that looked so nice...
"Hm," was his only response. Thinking about what else it was geisha were supposed to do nearly made Lavi laugh; imagining Yu, singing, dancing, or playing any instrument was preposterous and downright funny.
Kanda was starting to feel uncomfortable again, he was just sitting here, still in this hideous dress, and Lavi had a funny look on his face. He didn't really know what to do now, so he just shifted, trying to get more of his legs hidden by the kimono.
Although... the thought of Yu dancing was rather sexy in Lavi's head. Especially in that kimono. Not that Yu would ever fulfill that request, even under pain of death. Not that Lavi would ever go that far. What would substitute? Thinking quickly through everything his lover would possibly agree to, Lavi remembered how turned on he always got while watching Yu train with Mugen. Imagining that, with Yu in that kimono, was almost enough to get him completely hard again.
After a few more minutes, he couldn't sit still any longer. Reaching out, he nudged Lavi's leg lightly, “What are you doing?”
Blinking, Lavi shifted his gaze to Yu's face, smiling. "I was just thinking about what else Geisha do..."
He didn't really want to know the answer, but he still knew he had to ask, “... and what is that?”
"Well, most Geisha can either sing, dance, or play an instrument, or do all three." Lavi paused, seeing the rage at the implications slowly settling in his lover's dark eyes. "But you aren't most Geisha." Not a Geisha at all, really, but that didn't matter at the moment. "So I'm not going to ask you to do any of those things."
He had been about ready to slap Lavi upside the head, but at hearing that his anger simmered down again, “Good. Because I wouldn't.”
"I know. Although that might be sexy..." Holding his hands up defensively before Yu could swat him, Lavi amended his previous statement, "Not that I'd ever ask or expect you to do something like that!"
… he was really pushing his luck. Even mentioning that was really too much. Kanda's teeth were clenched as he talked now, starting to get annoyed again, his tone terse, “So why are you bringing it up?”
Lavi shrugged. "Because you brought it up." He said simply, thinking again, trying to figure out how to voice his idea without being killed.
“Hmph,” was yet again, the only response he got. Kanda was getting bored - normally he'd slip into a meditative trance but he knew that wouldn't be appreciated here. Starting to drum his fingers against his legs, he kept watching Lavi, waiting for something to happen, impatient.
"You know, though..." Tracing a finger up Yu's calf, Lavi began to speak, hoping this didn't come out sounding ridiculous. "Geisha were considered artists of a sort... and there's a certain art to sword fighting, wouldn't you say?" He knew his partner wouldn't immediately get what he was hinting at, but that was alright. He'd explain completely in a moment, after he was sure Yu wasn't going to kill him.
The answer came quickly, “Of course there is. It doesn't come to just anyone. You certainly can't do it.” Kanda wasn't sure why he was asking, but he would answer nonetheless.
Chuckling at the memory of the one time he'd tried, Lavi shook his head. "No, I can't. But... you can. You're very good at it... and I know that's because you've been doing it almost half your life, but still. I've always liked watching you train with Mugen..." He trailed off slightly, wondering if Yu was beginning to catch on.
“... And?” Let it be remembered - Kanda Yu was not the sharpest tack in the box.
Lavi wanted to sigh, but he knew Kanda wasn't one to easily pick up on subtle hints, which really wasn't his fault, so Lavi swallowed the sound. "Well, I made you miss your normal training session, so why don't you do it now?"
Kanda blinked, staring at Lavi. That was not what he expected. “... What?”
"I'm telling you I want you to get Mugen and do your normal training exercises." Lavi said bluntly, finally. He really needed to just get to the point when it came to Yu.
“... Why?” He wasn't angry sounding or anything - right now, he was actually the most relaxed he'd been all night. He was more than willing to spar with Mugen. He just wanted to know why.
Shrugging, Lavi figured he might as well be honest. "Because it's as close to anything Geisha-like as I'm going to get from you. Not that I'm complaining, though, because like I said, I like watching you with Mugen."
Shrugging lightly, Kanda stood, reaching under the bed to gather Mugen to him as he spoke, “I can't do everything in here. There's not enough space.”
"That's fine." Lavi responded, settling in to watch.
He didn't really want to do it in the dress, but he knew he had no choice so he wasn't going to mention it. Slowly unsheathing his sword, a small smirk touched his lips as he studied the blade, almost in love with Mugen as much as he was in something like love with Lavi. Once he had the blade free of its scabbard, he set the sheathe down on the bed, careful to treat it well, and then took a few steps backwards, transferring Mugen into the proper grip as he does, something akin to the thrill of a chase on his features.
Watching with the same fascination he always had when Yu was training with Mugen, Lavi didn't miss the smirk on the swordsman's face. Yu didn't normally change his facial expressions except to scowl or scoff, but when he did it was usually to smirk. And that smirk always set Lavi on fire.
Placing his foot on the little chest Lavi kept in his room, he shoved it to the side, creating more space for himself. Surveying the area around him now, he did the same to the desk, pushing it from one corner into another, until everything was lined up against the wall the bed was on. Once he had finished with that, Kanda turned to Lavi, voice firm as he pointed to it, “Stay in that corner.”
Lavi wanted, so badly, to give a voice to some of the thoughts in his head regarding how much he loved watching Yu half bent over in the kimono to push his desk across the room. However, being his lover had his deadly sword in his grip, Lavi knew it was not wise. So, he kept his mouth shut, only nodding in response to Yu's words, not wanting to take a chance at speaking and accidentally slip.
Seeing that nod was the last thing he needed to be prepared. Closing his eyes for now, he slowly lifted Mugen in front of him, concentrating on the feel of the weapon in his hands - no matter how often he did this, he always took the time to value the perfect balance and weight of his weapon; he couldn't have had anything better.
Yu was so graceful and elegant when he practiced with his sword; Lavi absolutely loved that about him. The strength behind each action, each graceful movement... it was enough to turn him on and more as he watched.
He was willing to admit it - he loved Mugen. Out and out loved the matte black blade. But that was because they had a mutual understanding of one another and had never done anything to piss the other off or put them in danger. His sword was his life, and he was willing to live and die for it. So, after taking a moment to reflect on that, he whispered, in his native tongue, “Thank you, for the lessons we learn today.” It was his greeting to Mugen every time he first unsheathed it, and it was said no matter where he was - the Order, or the battlefield. He would /never/ disrespect his blade.
Lavi was no longer surprised to hear the Japanese exorcist utter those words; he understood the respect and understanding Yu had for Mugen. After all, the Innocence had saved his life.
With that said, Kanda turned slightly to the side and began, thrusting and cutting with the blade in a preplanned series of attacks - it was his warmup. It brought a slight flush to his cheeks, but that was it, and it warmed his muscles nicely. He appreciated the silence around him, drinking it in as he cut forward, then out in a long arc, making use of all the room he had.
Lavi can't take his eyes off of Yu; watching the gracefulness with which he makes each precise movement, the strength behind each slash of the sword... Lavi can't help but be turned on. Something about knowing just how deadly the other man was got him hard, and he didn't mind admitting it.
Once his warmup had finished he moved on to the serious stuff. His muscles were tingling pleasantly now as he took a single step forward, the smirk growing on his face without him realizing it as he whispered, voice deadly, “Innocence, activate.”
Hearing that deadly tone sent a shiver down Lavi's spine, a soft moan building up in his throat. He couldn't explain his reactions, only that watching Yu like this made Lavi want him... and now was definitely no exception.
The white light that filled the room didn't affect Kanda, he was already so used to it he didn't even notice anymore. But, when he saw the sliver of silver running down the cutting edge of his blade, his smirk grew wider. This is where he and Mugen really understood one another. Suddenly, without warning, he lashed forward and began, his body twirling and leaping throughout the room, Mugen right on pace with him in a beautiful, deadly dance, the silver edge leaving a reflective gleam behind it as it flew through the air.
All Lavi could do was sit back and watch in awe, this being so much better than anything else he could have asked for. Watching Yu train in such little clothing was one thing (although it was definitely helping to turn him on even faster), but watching him so close, and working in such close quarters... that was something else that made his cock throb.
Lavi had better hope he continues to listen to Kanda's order, because the black haired exorcist wasn't letting any available space go to waste. His sword strokes traveled everywhere, including along the length of the bed, only to jerk up right before it would have cut in to the redhead. But Kanda was skilled - as long as Lavi didn't move, he would be fine.
Lavi knew that when he was instructed not to move while the swordsman trained, it was serious. But he trusted Yu, and he only blinked when the edge of Mugen sliced through the air in front of his face. It was dangerous and deadly, but it made Lavi want to writhe and moan at the sight of it.
Now his muscles were tingling, at their peak performance, finally. With a quick and graceful flick of his wrist, he turned Mugen sideways and snapped, “ Kaichuu: Ichigen” It wasn't loud, he didn't scream it, but still... the force of those words was deadly. A keen quickly grew from the blade as it split into his insects, and he focused on controlling their path around the room, sharpening his mental acuity as he did.
Lavi didn't blink as the insects rushed past his face; he was focused on watching his lover's performance. There was a light sheen of sweat coating his skin and the kimono had loosened and had started to slip, showing off the smooth, muscled flesh beneath. Lavi wasn't sure how much longer he could last...
Now, he stretched his mind further, commanding each of the insects to take a different path. He could do it, of course he could, but it always took a lot more out of him. But, as the insects whirled around him in a flurry of beautiful violence with him as the center of the tempest, he felt at peace, one with himself and his weapon, and it was now that he was at his most dangerous.
Lavi was near his breaking point, but he knew better than to interrupt Yu when he was in such a state of concentration; to do so was suicide. So, he swallowed hard, forcing himself to ignore the throbbing need between his legs as he continued to watch.
Finally, he settled on the empty table in the far corner of the room as his target - he needed something to finish with, after all. The start of the movement was imperceptible, but suddenly Kanda, and his insects, were halfway across the room, charging the soon to be dead piece of furniture. The insects reached it first, and Kanda bore down with all the power of his mind, commanding them to attack one after the other, then reform into his shining black blade.
...oh shit. The broken table would take some explaining, but that was the last thing on his mind when he watched his lover finish. The sleeves of the kimono had slid down his arms, exposing them to the elbow... something about that was erotic to Lavi, although he really didn't have a preoccupation with that particular body part. He realized he was breathing rather heavily, struggling to stifle a moan. He wanted Yu badly; wanted him now.
As soon as the last insect found its way back to his blade, a smooth and deadly smirk covered his face, Mugen making one small shift in his hand before being driven completely through the broken remains of the table, suddenly making it crumble into itself, leaving nothing but wooden ruins. He was sweating and he could feel the cool air against his skin, making him want to shiver, but he didn't, instead surveying the remains of his dead table-akuma as he came down from his high.
It was the look in his eyes, Lavi decided. Although tonight was about him being in control, he didn't mind relinquishing that control to Yu, and the strength and deadly gracefullness that made his lover who he was what really made Lavi shiver with pleasure, his body shaking with the force of his need. He realized he was gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop until Yu was within reach again.
Slowly reaching out with Mugen, Kanda prodded through the remains of his work, thinking to himself that maybe he should have hit it about three centimeters to the left - it would have been more thoroughly destroyed if he had. But, it was over, and after a moment he turned, finding a cloth to clean Mugen with, almost forgetting that he was there with Lavi and wearing a dress.
Lavi didn't say anything until Mugen had been cleaned and sheathed, knowing better than to interrupt the swordsman's focus. But once the katana was leaning against the wall, he assumed it was safe. "...I was right..."
Startled, Kanda whipped around, his hand automatically reaching out for Mugen again before he caught himself, suddenly remembering where he was. Suddenly slightly self conscious about the state of his dress, he tried to straighten out the kimono as he spoke, “... about what?”
Reaching out to still Yu's hands, preferring the kimono to lay where it was, clinging to the tops of his lover's thighs, Lavi smirked at him just slightly, "That you would turn me on more by doing that than by anything more geisha-like."
Kanda wasn't sure what to say to that, so he just shrugged slightly, trying not to fidget with the hideous outfit - now that Lavi wouldn't even allow him all of the minimal coverage it offered, he was even more uncomfortable than he had been.
Lavi literally could not take it anymore; he felt like he would explode if he didn't get his restrictive clothing off. "Undress me," he said, voice husky with need.
It seemed like a strange request, but one Kanda could fulfill with ease. Approaching his lover, Kanda crawled onto the bed, trapping Lavi in the corner as he slowly, slowly started to unbutton his shirt - he was going to obey Lavi, but he was going to do it at his own pace.
Being in such close proximity made Lavi happy he was sitting; otherwise, he would have been brought to his knees. With each button that was undone, his cock throbbed a little harder in anticipation. It seemed his companion was intent on making this as slow a process as possible, and he supposed he deserved it, but it was slowly making him crazy.
Kanda kept going, but just as his fingers skimmed over the last button, he stopped short of actually unbuttoning it. Instead, he leaned in, licking his lips once before pressing them against Lavi's, his nails coming into play to rake up the tender flesh of his lover's exposed chest at the same time.
Moaning softly against the lips on his, Lavi brought his hands up to rest on the forearms at his waist; he wanted so badly to have no layers between him and Yu, but he knew that waiting and taking the slow pace his lover set would make it that much better when he finally got what he wanted.
Kanda didn't dominate Lavi in the kiss, but he wasn't submissive in it either. Drawing his nails back down Lavi's very sensitive chest, leaving little red furrows, he bypassed the last button of his shirt again, this time to flick open his pants with one quick movement of his fingers. Shifting his weight slightly, he trapped Lavi deeper into the corner, his hands sliding around the other man's waist as they kissed.
Lavi groaned into Yu's mouth when at least some of the tension was relieved from his cock. Sliding his arms around the other man's waist, Lavi pulled him closer, needing some contact to sate himself before he just began tearing off clothing.
Knowing his lover was desperate for contact made Kanda feel a little better about the whole situation - at least he could still make Lavi act like this. But he wasn't about to give him a break - the zipper of his pants stayed up, and his shirt still clung to his slightly damp skin. The next piece of clothing Kanda went about removing was the headband that held Lavi's unruly hair up - Kanda liked it down better anyway - it was sexy.
A muffled sigh escaped Lavi's lips as he felt his hair fall around his face; he wanted to reciprocate and pull the hair sticks out of his lover's hair - the ones that had somehow managed to stay in place - and feel the silky locks between his fingers... but he forced himself to wait, wanting to enjoy this and not skim over it in a lust-filled rush.
He could feel how tense Lavi was under him, and knowing he caused it brought Kanda satisfaction. His mind felt clearer after his time spent with Mugen, and now he knew exactly what to do to keep himself sated with what was going on. Stroking one hand down the redhead's back, Kanda let the other pool in his hair, gripping it lightly with his fingers, enjoying the texture of it as he leaned it, starting to kiss down Lavi's chest.
And here's the rest.
... Wear What? Part Four
Author: sull89
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: Lavi/Kanda
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Oh, gawd... Porn. Lots of porn.
Summary: Kanda wishes, more than anything, that he hadn't made that bet...
Note: Co-written with wordsofrandom, who, in other terms, happens to be my fiancee.
“For being my Geisha, you’re not very good at it. Geisha are supposed to be good conversationalists.” Lavi quipped matter-of-factly, massaging his companion’s scalp now, knowing it usually calms him.
Kanda resisted the urge to yank himself away from Lavi - he was in no mood to be calmed down right now, “Well then, it's a damn good thing I'm not a fucking geisha.”
“Aww, Yu, you swore. I thought I told you not to do that.” Grinning slightly, Lavi began massaging harder. “And for right now, for tonight, I want you to be my Geisha. So start acting like it.”
Right at this very moment, Kanda would have given /Mugen/ to be able to rip Lavi's vocal cords out and strangle him with them. He couldn't deal with Lavi's hand on his head anymore either, and he jerked his head away as he spoke, “I am not a woman. Geisha are women.”
“Actually, the first Geisha were men who worked for women.” Lavi responded, still playing with his partner’s hair, his amusement plain on his face.
He pulled his head away yet again, glaring at Lavi when he reached for it once more, daring him with his eyes to touch it, “Well that's not how it is anymore.”
“Well, that’s how it is tonight.” Lavi said flatly, gripping the ends of Yu’s hair and tugging his head back within reach.
A quiet, but still dangerous, growl hissed out from between Kanda's lips when Lavi pulled on his hair again, still pissed off. He chooses not to respond otherwise though, figuring he's not going to talk to Lavi unless absolutely forced into it.
Winding his fingers back through the inky black hair in front if him, Lavi sighed softly, leaning forward to kiss his lover’s pale neck lightly, wanting him to calm down at least a little so they can both enjoy the night ahead of them.
Stiff and radiating anger from every pore, Kanda nonetheless let Lavi do what he wanted to, having no other viable option. He didn't want to be calm, and right now he didn't really want Lavi touching him, but more than that he didn't want to be hauled out in front of everyone again like some damn... woman. He wasn't going to let that happen again.
Sighing against Yu’s shoulder, Lavi lifted his head, pouting just slightly. This was no fun with Yu as angry as he was, so he needed to do something to calm him down. Maybe… sighing again, Lavi slowly began untying his captive’s hands, hoping that not being helpless would lighten the swordsman’s mood. He sat rigid though, ready to defend himself should the other man attack suddenly.
The movement at his back startled him - was the idiot actually being so dumb as to /untie/ him? Sure, he really wanted his hands back, but when he did it wasn't going to be good for Lavi's health. He was already tensing his fingers, imagining how they'll feel digging into that creamy white flesh holding Lavi's head to his body.
Sensing the murderous aura surrounding Yu, Lavi caught the slender wrists in his hands before the attached fingers could choke the life out of him. Sighing lightly, Lavi slid his hands up and entwined his fingers with Yu’s, frowning only slightly. “This will get better if you would stop being so grumpy.” he half-whispered.
He hissed out the words, leaving his hands mostly limp in Lavi's grip, but the second he let go... “No it wouldn't! This would get better if you were dead.”
Still holding the slender fingers with his own, Lavi leaned forward, chin resting on Yu's shoulder. He whispered as he spoke, breath ticking Yu’s ear. “But if I was dead, I couldn’t tie your wrists to the bed again, like I know you like so much. And if I was dead, I couldn’t undress you and kiss you and touch you like this…” Still holding onto the other man’s hand, Lavi stroked his fingers from Yu’s knee to his thigh, his touch feather-light, “And after that, I couldn’t nudge your legs apart,” and he did so as he spoke, his hand pulling Yu’s knees apart. “and I wouldn’t be able to fuck you until you come… if I was dead.” His voice was husky when he finished, fingers still stroking the pale thighs before him.
As much as Kanda wanted to refute everything Lavi just said, he found the words caught in his throat. How Lavi knew he liked being tied down, he didn't know, and it angered part of him that the man had figured it out, but a far greater part of him was happy that Lavi knew without him having to actually admit it - that probably meant he would get it more, and that was fine by him. Also... the feeling of his hand stroking his thighs, caressing his skin... that was nice too, maybe even a little relaxing... Kanda chose not to respond with words, still trying to be pissed off at his lover, but that ability was slowly slipping away from him, inch by inch, to be replaced by another emotion - just as feral, but usually not near as deadly; damn him yet again, but Lavi was making him horny once more.
Feeling the Japanese Exorcist at his side finally relax, Lavi took a possibly deadly chance and slowly released Yu’s hands, still absently stroking his thighs, his other hand coming up to massage his scalp again. Turning his head, Lavi began stringing light kisses from Yu’s jaw, down his neck, and across his shoulder, anything to keep him calm.
For a split second, he couldn't decide what to do - what was going on right now was pleasant, but he was still sitting in a fucking kimono after having been dragged around where people saw. So, for just a moment he sat there quietly, before deciding that now didn't make up for earlier. With that in mind, he whipped his hands around, getting his slender but strong fingers around Lavi's throat before he could stop him, squeezing enough to be painful, but still allowing him to get some air, trying to decide exactly what to do now.
Swallowing with some effort, Lavi just stared up into the dark blue eyes he’d come to associate with so many different things. Night, and softness, and anger, murder, rage… attraction, lust, pleasure… love? His lips twitched slightly, but he decided not to move anything except his fingers, which were still stroking, still massaging, still calming. He really hoped he judged the Japanese man correct
correctly and that the hands at his throat were a threat and nothing more.
He felt a lot better now, with his hands tight around Lavi's miserable little throat. It would be so easy to get payback now. Choke the life out of the little bastard. And while part of his brain was chanting at him to do just that, another part was just telling him to relax and let it go - he was in something like love with Lavi after all, right? He didn't really want him dead... So for now he just kept his grip as it was, watching Lavi, his eyes boring into the single green one in front of him, trying to decide which part of his mind to listen to.
Lavi just kept watching the pair of eyes that were staring at him in turn, breathing evenly, fingers stroking the smooth skin beneath them slowly, deliberately. He was fairly certain Yu wasn’t going to kill him, but until the other man removed them completely, he wasn’t going to move.
Little by little, Kanda remembered, mostly by watching that singular green eye, that he was in some sort of love with this idiot creature. So, little by little, the grip he had on Lavi's neck loosened as well, until his fingers were mostly just resting there, his breathing starting to increase little by little at the small shocks Lavi's fingers had been sending through him, still trying to figure out exactly what he was going to do next.
“Better?” His voice coming out much too softly, Lavi was reminded in this instant of the feelings he held for the swordsman in front of him. Normally, had Kanda Yu had his fingers around anyone else’s throat, they would have at least passed out before he let go. But for him, something was different, and whatever that something was, it made Lavi’s heart feel a little lighter in his chest.
“... No.” But as he spoke, his fingers finally slipped from Lavi's throat completely - sure, he was mad at the bumbling idiot, but he didn't /really/ want him dead.
Smiling, Lavi reached up, tentatively kissing Yu’s collarbone through the purple brocade, his eye still trained on the others face as he did so.
A soft sigh escaped him, but that was it. No angry growls, no murderous glares - Lavi was trying to make up for what he did; at least, Kanda thought so. It was a helpful thought, so he clung to it, watching Lavi quietly, waiting to see what would happen next.
Now that his companion was calm, Lavi felt it was safe to proceed. Producing an elegant pair of hair sticks, he shifted behind Yu and gathered his hair up to the back of his head, holding it in place with the wooden sticks. It was messy, but incredibly sexy at the same time. Lavi was proud of himself for thinking of the to addition to his lover’s current wardrobe. “You know, Yu, you’re sexy in anything you wear,” he said with a smile, speaking truthfully instead of using the teasing tone he normally would.
“That doesn't mean I want to wear it,” he was sitting still now, shoulders relaxed as Lavi worked, letting him do what he will - at least for now. His voice wasn't cruel or angry either, just matter of fact.
Chuckling slightly, Lavi set his hand on Yu’s shoulders, massaging them now, too. If he was to get what he wanted the way he wanted it, he’d have to make his lover happy beforehand. “I know that, but I can still compliment you if I want to. And I’m not the only one who thinks so; Lenalee was staring covetously at your legs earlier.” Hoping that bringing up their jaunt earlier wouldn’t bring out the murderous side of his partner again, he just kept massaging.
The mention of “earlier” did make a slick, dangerous growl escape his throat, but it was faint and short lived. Right now what Lavi was doing felt good, and if he didn't look down he could pretend he wasn't wearing a kimono. Instead of responding directly to what Lavi said, he went about it in an obtuse way, but responded nonetheless, “I would rather have male clothing.”
Smirking, remembering how the other man had reacted to his dirty talk from earlier, he spoke in a low, husky voice, “But Yu, being dressed like that really turns me on… and you know what that means…” he finished, on of his hand sliding down Yu’s body to brush between his legs.
It was an involuntary movement, but he couldn't help it - his muscles clenched up, stiff, but in pleasure... he wanted that... he really, really wanted that, but still... “You're still a freak...”
Lavi really didn’t think he was any kinkier than anyone else, and it wasn’t really that Yu was wearing /woman’s/ clothes that got to him. It was that the kimono was exotic, just like his Japanese lover, and that it was short and clung to his body nicely. It made him look rather like a whore… it was the connotations of the clothes, more than anything, that made him like them. But still, he could admit that this whole situation was a little kinky. Shrugging, he smiled a little as he replied, “Oh well. We’re all freaks on the inside.”
“You will find I disagree with that,” was Kanda's immediate response. Sure, he had his freak side, but again, he didn't really want Lavi to know that. To him, the kimono was debasing and embarrassing, something he saw as an attempt to humiliate him. And he never, ever appreciated attempts like that.
“Oh, come on, Yu. You have your freak side. I’ve seen it.” Lavi insisted, his fingers still working at the knots of muscle in his lover’s shoulders. It was true, too. They rarely had vanilla sex, even when the other man was in control.
As much as he hated to admit it, the constant motion of Lavi's soothing hands was really starting to get him more relaxed than he thought was safe for him, which was maybe why he started asking stupid questions, “Yeah? Like what?”
“Well, you seem to like bondage, for instance.” Which was true; Yu tied him down half the time and he seemed to like being tied down himself, so saying he liked it was indisputable.
A light scoff escaped him, “I do it because it means I have to spend less time fighting with you - that's the only reason.”
Sighing, Lavi moved his hands down purple-clad shoulder blades, rubbing with the heel of one hand, the other sliding around to hold Yu’s upper body steady. Not that he couldn’t hold himself still, Lavi just liked the feel of him, so he took advantage of the situation whenever he could. “Nah, I doubt that’s it. You liked it when I tied you down, too. And besides that, you also seem to be a bit preoccupied in dominance and submission.” And that was true with every aspect of the swordsman’s life. He dominated everything else into submission, no matter who or what ‘everything else’ entailed.
He could feel all the tension and anger melting from him, and although he sensed danger in becoming complacent he couldn't seem to stop it. Lavi's hands just felt so damn nice... “I do not like being tied down. It does nothing but piss me off.” He shifted now, stretching slightly as Lavi kept massaging, “And the only reason you think I enjoy domination and submission is because I always come out on top. That happens only because I'm better than anyone else.”
“You’re stubborner’n a goddamn mule, you know that?” Lavi asked, although his tone was one of amusement. He didn’t say anything else after that, focusing instead on working his fingers down the other's back, kneading at the knots until they were gone and Yu was little more than a boneless sack of skin. He knew well enough how much his partner enjoyed a good massage, which was exactly why he chose that action to calm him.
Well... now he couldn't hold on to any residual anger at Lavi's earlier actions even if he tried. He was too damn relaxed now, even though he was still sitting here in this wretched kimono. He wanted his pants back, but he wasn't in the mood to get up and get them right now, which, in retrospect, was probably what Lavi had been trying to achieve in the first place. Choosing not to dignify Lavi's last comment with a response, Kanda instead just snuffed slightly and pressed his shoulder's back against Lavi's hands, wanting more attention there.
Happy to oblige, Lavi moved his hands back up to Yu’s shoulders, massaging them hard, knowing his lover liked it that way. His body was getting to the point where it couldn’t sit still, however; he was still horny, still wanted the same thing he’d wanted all night and prolonging it was like slow torture.
There... that was the last spot that really needed attention... and it felt good... A soft sigh escaped him as disjointed thought after disjointed thought popped into being in his mind: Lavi wasn't going to do this for much longer. - He was still wearing a dress. - Maybe it was okay that Lavi knew he liked being tied down. - This would be better if he were tied down. - What the hell is he thinking things like /that/ for...!?
Sliding his arms around Yu’s slim waist, Lavi pulled the man’s back to his chest, knowing his proposition wouldn’t get him throttled with his lover in such a state of relaxation. “Do you know what I want now, Yu?” He asked offhandedly, his fingers playing over the soft fabric covering the equally soft thighs they covered.
Another sigh escaped him, this one of long-suffering, “... What's that...?”
Fingers still teasing over the purple brocade, Lavi smiled, “You know what you’re meant to be, right?”
At that he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep himself calm, “... Yes.”
With one hand, he brushed the dark hair off Yu’s neck, kissing the back of it lightly. “Good. Act like it.” He let his breath play over his companion’s sensitive neck, sure that this time, he would get what he wanted.
… Breathe. Don't act out. Try to remember the bet. And the massage. Let it go for now... if he drags you out in the hall again, then just kill him. Kanda took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice even as he spoke, “And how do you want me to do that?”
Giddy now, Lavi quickly hugged the smaller man in thanks before responding. “Well, I don’t know, however you think you should.” He didn’t want to tell Yu what to do; he wanted to be surprised.
Swallowing down the nasty comments in his throat, Kanda thought he'd take one last stab at historical fact, “Geisha aren't whores, you know...”
Sighing slightly at that, Lavi shook his head; when would Yu learn not to play fact versus fiction with him, of all people? “Maybe not now, but Geisha evolved from high class prostitutes. Oiran, they called them. So, not only were Geisha men at one point, they were also prostitutes.” Proving himself right, he smiled sweetly at Yu when he turned, then nudged him. “Come on, Yu, humor me.”
“They were, they're not anymore,” he knew playing this game would almost always result in losing, but still, he had to try, “We're past that point in history...”
“Well, I am focusing on that point of history, and so will you.” He said it with a demanding tone, leaving no more room for argument.
A sigh escaped him, but he had to try one more thing, “...And you're honestly trying to tell me they wore kimonos?”
“Well, no. That part is for me.” Grinning toothily, Lavi scooted back against the headboard and crossed his ankles, watching Yu carefully, hoping he’ll stop talking and start doing.
“Where is Mugen?”
Blinking, Lavi sat up a little more. "Why?" He didn't like that Yu wanted his Innocence; that normally didn't bode well for him.
“Just answer me,” ff he was going to do this, there were going to be a few requirements. This was one of them.
Knowing the swordsman would get angry and violent if he didn't know the whereabouts of his weapon, Lavi sighed. "Under the bed."
“Hm.” Slipping off the bed, he crouched down, fishing the black blade from its spot on the floor, checking to make sure everything was fine with it before pulling a sheet off the bed and wrapping Mugen in it to slowly lay it back where it was, nodding to himself, more content now that he knows where it is and that it's safe and clean. Rising back to his feet, he sighed, regarding Lavi with guarded eyes as he tried to figure out what to do, saying as he does, “Don't put it on the floor again.”
Lavi smiled softly, relaxing and laying back against the headboard once again. "Sorry, Yu. I won't." Had he been thinking at the time, he probably wouldn't have put Mugen under the bed, knowing how his lover felt about respect and his weapon. But he wasn't thinking about that; he was thinking about preventing his own castration.
“Good,” but his voice was still soft, not angry or pissed off, and now that he knew where Mugen was he felt a lot better about everything. He still felt awkward, but maybe if he just went along with it, the whole thing would end sooner and he could get out of the damn kimono, “So start.” His arms crossed across his chest, Kanda didn't exactly look the part of the welcoming, happy geisha, but at least he was willing to try.
"Well, first of all, don't cross your arms. You're supposed to be open and inviting." Remembering the kohl he'd borrowed, he picked it up off the nightstand. "Come here." Lavi ordered, knowing Yu would be hesitant if he wasn't firm.
Of course Lavi had to debase him further - what fun would it be without /makeup/ after all. But he did step forward, and at the same time he unwound his arms from each other, reminding himself yet again of the new thought that if he just did it, it would be over sooner.
The change in Yu now that he was calm made Lavi content; this was what he wanted. He liked the power being in control gave him, especially since he hardly ever got to be in control. Pulling the other man down to him, Lavi ordered him to close his eyes and he carefully outlined them with the kohl.
He tried to hold still, honestly he did, but how in the /hell/ did women do this every day!? He couldn't stop flinching back or squeezing his eyes shut tighter; Lavi was basically trying to draw on his eyes with a pencil, for the love of Mugen. But he managed to make it through it, although it was a bit messier than it normally would have been.
"This would be easier if you'd stop flinching. You're lucky I'm not putting this on the rim of your eyes." Lavi chided, knowing from experience (although the experience wasn't his idea) how annoying it was. Finally finishing, Lavi set the kohl back down on his nightstand, pulling back to admire his work. It was sloppier than he'd like, but it still looked nice. He only wished he'd asked for some powder to decorate the rest of his lover's eyelids.
He wanted to open his eyes, but with the way his luck had been going tonight he would end up with that damned kohl pencil shoved into his eye, “Are you done?”
Chuckling lightly, Lavi reached up with his thumbs to brush over his lover's pale cheekbones. "Yes, Yu, I'm done."
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the strange sensation on his skin, looking up at Lavi now, “... Good.”
Remembering the fruit he'd been eating earlier, Lavi nodded to the bowl on his shelf. "Bring that over here."
Kanda rose to his feet with a soft sigh, going to get it, still having to blink against the uncomfortable weight surrounding his eyes. He refused to complain about it though, finally deciding he'd be good at this, or at least try to be. Grabbing the bowl in graceful, slender fingers, he drew it from the shelf and took it back to Lavi, offering it to him awkwardly.
Watching Kanda move about in that kimono was enough to undo Lavi completely; although the other man would kill him for saying so, he had almost feminine legs, and the length (or lack thereof) of the kimono accented them wonderfully. So, when he turned and offered the bowl, Lavi just smiled and shook his head, gesturing for Yu to sit next to him.
Trying not to grunt, Kanda obeyed the unspoken command, sitting next to Lavi and trying to find some damn way to keep himself covered - at the very least, the idiot could have supplied him with boxers.
Smiling wider when the Japanese man sat next to him, Lavi opened his mouth expectantly, amusement in his eye as he watched Yu.
Kanda wasn't the sharpest tack in the box when it came to a lot of things and he knew it, so when Lavi first sat there with his mouth open, the only thing to do he could think of was ask, “... Are you a dead fish or something?”
Lavi had to laugh at that, knowing he looked stupid, half doing it to show his lover he could embarrass himself as well. "No, baka neko, I want you to feed me." Having grown tired of being called a stupid rabbit without having a good comeback, Lavi'd taken to calling his companion a stupid cat in return. It was usually met with a cuff to the back of his head, but he just smiled and opened his mouth again, his eyes daring Yu to do so now.
No. He wasn't going to rise to it. Not right now. He was going to smile sweetly (at least, he was going to try) and pick up a grape from the bowl, bringing it to Lavi's lips and push it between them with just a /tad/ bit more force then necessary. So he wasn't going to rise to it. The stupid nickname. No. But he was going to store it away in the back of his mind, just like he has everything else humiliating Lavi has done to him tonight, and after his twenty four and a half hours were up, he was going to rain revenge down on Lavi so hard that the boy was going to be begging for it to be over long before he was done.
Lavi could see the not-so-nice plan forming in Yu's mind; he knew he wasn't going to get away with this without revenge, but this would all be worth it, he knew. So, while he sat back against the headboard, feeling like a king as his lover fed him, he smiled slightly between bites. "You don't like fruit, do you, Yu?" He didn't like the silence while he took advantage of the situation, so he started the only conversation he knew wouldn't end with his castration at the moment.
He blinked, looking at Lavi like he was a bit cracked, “... No. I don't. You know that.” He kept up the steady motion of his hand though, feeding Lavi bite by bite, figuring that this wasn't so bad for now.
"Well, I know you don't like overly sweet food, but you eat pumpkin and that's sweet. I wasn't sure if fruit counted in your confusing hatred of sugar." Lavi said, taking his time to enjoy the grapes, strawberries and pineapple his lover was feeding him.
“Pumpkin is not that sweet. And I don't hate sugar, it's just unhealthy,” not to mention the juice on his fingers was slimy feeling as well, but he kept that thought to himself. He wasn't going to complain.
"Not really. Artificial sugar is, but natural sugar, like in fruit, isn't." Reaching out to pick up a rather small grape, he held it to Yu's lips. "Here. The grapes are more sour than sweet, Try one." Lavi insisted, pressing the fruit against the other's lips gently.
Kanda managed to glare at the offending fruit pressed against his lips even if it did mean his eyes were crossed, “I don't like them. I don't want it.”
"Just try it." Insistent still, Lavi kept the grape at Yu's lips, giving him a 'don't make me make you eat this' look.
With a sigh, he took the offending piece of fruit between his lips, tilting his head back and swallowing it whole before Lavi could stop him, “There.”
Lavi's eye widening slightly at that; the grape had been good sized and he wasn't sure if he could just swallow it whole like that without choking. "Do you have any gag reflex at all?" He managed to ask, slight awe in his tone.
His eyes narrowed slightly, of course thinking that Lavi's thinking dirty things, “... Why?”
Actually, the dirty thoughts didn't come until later. "...I would have choked on that, and I've got a decent gag reflex," He admitted, touching his throat lightly.
“Hmph,” was all Lavi got in response as Kanda resumed feeding him, hoping that if he distracted the idiot with the food he wouldn't try to feed him again.
Lavi accepted the next piece of fruit before digging through the basket for another sour grape. "You know, swallowing it whole defeated the purpose," he said and sighed before popping the grape in his mouth and biting in half carefully. Moving gently so he didn't dump the contents of the basket all over himself and the bed, Lavi leaned forward and kissed Yu deeply, the fruit still in his mouth. Pulling his lover closer, he ran his tongue along Yu's lower lip, taking advantage of his surprise to push one half of the grape into the Japanese man's mouth.
That made Kanda sputter and try to pull back, he did /not/ like having foreign objects shoved in his mouth!
Reaching up to cup the back of Yu's head, Lavi continued to kiss him gently, his tongue gently tracing the opposite lip before he pulled back with a smile, swallowing his half of the grape.
Glaring at Lavi, Kanda just held still, wanting to spit it out, but knowing he'd probably get in “trouble” for it. So, he just sat there, waiting for the redhead to say something.
"Well? Eat it. Chew it first." He amended, knowing unless he was specific Yu would just swallow it again.
His glare was back in full force, but Kanda complied with the order once again, chewing the thing, but only twice, his lip curling at the taste before he swallowed it.
"Well? They're sour grapes, so you can't complain they're sweet." Lavi explained, still smiling slightly.
“They're sweet enough,” trying to spit the offending taste out of his mouth, Kanda turned his head to the side, swallowing hard to get the residue off his tongue. “They're disgusting.”
"Hm." Was Lavi's only response, tilting his lover's face back down to his own, leaning up to kiss him again, this time without anything already in his mouth.
Kanda sighed softly and let Lavi do what he wanted, parting his lips softly and waiting for contact, wanting more than this sexually but glad for now that at least he doesn't have to objectify himself.
Lavi only kissed him briefly, long enough to get the swordsman to forget the taste of the fruit he apparently hated. Pulling back with a sly smile, Lavi just opened his mouth again, expectantly.
Muttering softly under his breath, Kanda slowly pushed another fruit inside Lavi's mouth, “Just like a rabbit to want rabbit food.”
Lavi chuckled, chewing slowly before he responded. "Rabbits eat carrots and cabbage, Yu. Not pineapple and grapes. They might eat strawberries, though..." He trailed off, still looking amused. "So, why don't you like anything that's sweet, Yu?"
A shrug followed the question, “I just don't. What's the point of talking right now, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be thinking you're a king or some other such nonsense?”
Chuckling again, Lavi shook his head. "No, if I was supposed to be a King, you'd be on your knees kow-towing or something." Running his finger along his lover's jaw, Lavi smirked just slightly, "We're talking because I like talking to you. And because that's part of a Geisha's job."
He was going to be good about it, but dammit if he couldn't wait for this damn roleplay to be over: he didn't /want/ to be a geisha! But his response was just a soft, “Oh,” as he kept feeding his lover, wondering what was coming next.
Seeing that the fruit was almost gone from the basket, Lavi caught the slender hand that offered a piece of pineapple. Still holding the hand, Lavi took the pineapple and chewed it slowly, noting the juice that clung to his lover's slender fingers. Swallowing the fruit, he grinned and leaned forward, sucking two juice-coated fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly as he watched Yu's face.
/That/ made Kanda come to attention, in more ways than one. He had been studying the fruit left, but now his eyes were wide and completely locked on Lavi's lips and tongue. There was another part of him quite... stiff as well, wanting some of the same attention his fingers were getting. He had to hold back a pathetic growl - if he had it his way, Lavi would be sucking him off, but he knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Lavi could definitely sense the change in his lover, and that just made him smirk more, swirling his tongue around and between the fingers in his mouth. Lavi's hand was wrapped around the slim wrist, his fingers gently stroking the soft skin there as well.
He focused on breathing through his nose to keep himself calm, try not to think about it, don't let it get you hard... those were the thoughts Kanda tried to keep himself busy with, but it was only half working. He really, really wanted Lavi's mouth somewhere else...
Lavi noticed when Yu's breath hitched just slightly and he smiled, slowly pulling the fingers out of his mouth. "What is it, Yu?" He purred, voice low and somewhat husky.
He had to try really hard not to stutter, “Nothing. I'm just waiting on you...” He trailed off slowly, watching Lavi's tongue as it traced his lips... that looked so nice...
"Hm," was his only response. Thinking about what else it was geisha were supposed to do nearly made Lavi laugh; imagining Yu, singing, dancing, or playing any instrument was preposterous and downright funny.
Kanda was starting to feel uncomfortable again, he was just sitting here, still in this hideous dress, and Lavi had a funny look on his face. He didn't really know what to do now, so he just shifted, trying to get more of his legs hidden by the kimono.
Although... the thought of Yu dancing was rather sexy in Lavi's head. Especially in that kimono. Not that Yu would ever fulfill that request, even under pain of death. Not that Lavi would ever go that far. What would substitute? Thinking quickly through everything his lover would possibly agree to, Lavi remembered how turned on he always got while watching Yu train with Mugen. Imagining that, with Yu in that kimono, was almost enough to get him completely hard again.
After a few more minutes, he couldn't sit still any longer. Reaching out, he nudged Lavi's leg lightly, “What are you doing?”
Blinking, Lavi shifted his gaze to Yu's face, smiling. "I was just thinking about what else Geisha do..."
He didn't really want to know the answer, but he still knew he had to ask, “... and what is that?”
"Well, most Geisha can either sing, dance, or play an instrument, or do all three." Lavi paused, seeing the rage at the implications slowly settling in his lover's dark eyes. "But you aren't most Geisha." Not a Geisha at all, really, but that didn't matter at the moment. "So I'm not going to ask you to do any of those things."
He had been about ready to slap Lavi upside the head, but at hearing that his anger simmered down again, “Good. Because I wouldn't.”
"I know. Although that might be sexy..." Holding his hands up defensively before Yu could swat him, Lavi amended his previous statement, "Not that I'd ever ask or expect you to do something like that!"
… he was really pushing his luck. Even mentioning that was really too much. Kanda's teeth were clenched as he talked now, starting to get annoyed again, his tone terse, “So why are you bringing it up?”
Lavi shrugged. "Because you brought it up." He said simply, thinking again, trying to figure out how to voice his idea without being killed.
“Hmph,” was yet again, the only response he got. Kanda was getting bored - normally he'd slip into a meditative trance but he knew that wouldn't be appreciated here. Starting to drum his fingers against his legs, he kept watching Lavi, waiting for something to happen, impatient.
"You know, though..." Tracing a finger up Yu's calf, Lavi began to speak, hoping this didn't come out sounding ridiculous. "Geisha were considered artists of a sort... and there's a certain art to sword fighting, wouldn't you say?" He knew his partner wouldn't immediately get what he was hinting at, but that was alright. He'd explain completely in a moment, after he was sure Yu wasn't going to kill him.
The answer came quickly, “Of course there is. It doesn't come to just anyone. You certainly can't do it.” Kanda wasn't sure why he was asking, but he would answer nonetheless.
Chuckling at the memory of the one time he'd tried, Lavi shook his head. "No, I can't. But... you can. You're very good at it... and I know that's because you've been doing it almost half your life, but still. I've always liked watching you train with Mugen..." He trailed off slightly, wondering if Yu was beginning to catch on.
“... And?” Let it be remembered - Kanda Yu was not the sharpest tack in the box.
Lavi wanted to sigh, but he knew Kanda wasn't one to easily pick up on subtle hints, which really wasn't his fault, so Lavi swallowed the sound. "Well, I made you miss your normal training session, so why don't you do it now?"
Kanda blinked, staring at Lavi. That was not what he expected. “... What?”
"I'm telling you I want you to get Mugen and do your normal training exercises." Lavi said bluntly, finally. He really needed to just get to the point when it came to Yu.
“... Why?” He wasn't angry sounding or anything - right now, he was actually the most relaxed he'd been all night. He was more than willing to spar with Mugen. He just wanted to know why.
Shrugging, Lavi figured he might as well be honest. "Because it's as close to anything Geisha-like as I'm going to get from you. Not that I'm complaining, though, because like I said, I like watching you with Mugen."
Shrugging lightly, Kanda stood, reaching under the bed to gather Mugen to him as he spoke, “I can't do everything in here. There's not enough space.”
"That's fine." Lavi responded, settling in to watch.
He didn't really want to do it in the dress, but he knew he had no choice so he wasn't going to mention it. Slowly unsheathing his sword, a small smirk touched his lips as he studied the blade, almost in love with Mugen as much as he was in something like love with Lavi. Once he had the blade free of its scabbard, he set the sheathe down on the bed, careful to treat it well, and then took a few steps backwards, transferring Mugen into the proper grip as he does, something akin to the thrill of a chase on his features.
Watching with the same fascination he always had when Yu was training with Mugen, Lavi didn't miss the smirk on the swordsman's face. Yu didn't normally change his facial expressions except to scowl or scoff, but when he did it was usually to smirk. And that smirk always set Lavi on fire.
Placing his foot on the little chest Lavi kept in his room, he shoved it to the side, creating more space for himself. Surveying the area around him now, he did the same to the desk, pushing it from one corner into another, until everything was lined up against the wall the bed was on. Once he had finished with that, Kanda turned to Lavi, voice firm as he pointed to it, “Stay in that corner.”
Lavi wanted, so badly, to give a voice to some of the thoughts in his head regarding how much he loved watching Yu half bent over in the kimono to push his desk across the room. However, being his lover had his deadly sword in his grip, Lavi knew it was not wise. So, he kept his mouth shut, only nodding in response to Yu's words, not wanting to take a chance at speaking and accidentally slip.
Seeing that nod was the last thing he needed to be prepared. Closing his eyes for now, he slowly lifted Mugen in front of him, concentrating on the feel of the weapon in his hands - no matter how often he did this, he always took the time to value the perfect balance and weight of his weapon; he couldn't have had anything better.
Yu was so graceful and elegant when he practiced with his sword; Lavi absolutely loved that about him. The strength behind each action, each graceful movement... it was enough to turn him on and more as he watched.
He was willing to admit it - he loved Mugen. Out and out loved the matte black blade. But that was because they had a mutual understanding of one another and had never done anything to piss the other off or put them in danger. His sword was his life, and he was willing to live and die for it. So, after taking a moment to reflect on that, he whispered, in his native tongue, “Thank you, for the lessons we learn today.” It was his greeting to Mugen every time he first unsheathed it, and it was said no matter where he was - the Order, or the battlefield. He would /never/ disrespect his blade.
Lavi was no longer surprised to hear the Japanese exorcist utter those words; he understood the respect and understanding Yu had for Mugen. After all, the Innocence had saved his life.
With that said, Kanda turned slightly to the side and began, thrusting and cutting with the blade in a preplanned series of attacks - it was his warmup. It brought a slight flush to his cheeks, but that was it, and it warmed his muscles nicely. He appreciated the silence around him, drinking it in as he cut forward, then out in a long arc, making use of all the room he had.
Lavi can't take his eyes off of Yu; watching the gracefulness with which he makes each precise movement, the strength behind each slash of the sword... Lavi can't help but be turned on. Something about knowing just how deadly the other man was got him hard, and he didn't mind admitting it.
Once his warmup had finished he moved on to the serious stuff. His muscles were tingling pleasantly now as he took a single step forward, the smirk growing on his face without him realizing it as he whispered, voice deadly, “Innocence, activate.”
Hearing that deadly tone sent a shiver down Lavi's spine, a soft moan building up in his throat. He couldn't explain his reactions, only that watching Yu like this made Lavi want him... and now was definitely no exception.
The white light that filled the room didn't affect Kanda, he was already so used to it he didn't even notice anymore. But, when he saw the sliver of silver running down the cutting edge of his blade, his smirk grew wider. This is where he and Mugen really understood one another. Suddenly, without warning, he lashed forward and began, his body twirling and leaping throughout the room, Mugen right on pace with him in a beautiful, deadly dance, the silver edge leaving a reflective gleam behind it as it flew through the air.
All Lavi could do was sit back and watch in awe, this being so much better than anything else he could have asked for. Watching Yu train in such little clothing was one thing (although it was definitely helping to turn him on even faster), but watching him so close, and working in such close quarters... that was something else that made his cock throb.
Lavi had better hope he continues to listen to Kanda's order, because the black haired exorcist wasn't letting any available space go to waste. His sword strokes traveled everywhere, including along the length of the bed, only to jerk up right before it would have cut in to the redhead. But Kanda was skilled - as long as Lavi didn't move, he would be fine.
Lavi knew that when he was instructed not to move while the swordsman trained, it was serious. But he trusted Yu, and he only blinked when the edge of Mugen sliced through the air in front of his face. It was dangerous and deadly, but it made Lavi want to writhe and moan at the sight of it.
Now his muscles were tingling, at their peak performance, finally. With a quick and graceful flick of his wrist, he turned Mugen sideways and snapped, “ Kaichuu: Ichigen” It wasn't loud, he didn't scream it, but still... the force of those words was deadly. A keen quickly grew from the blade as it split into his insects, and he focused on controlling their path around the room, sharpening his mental acuity as he did.
Lavi didn't blink as the insects rushed past his face; he was focused on watching his lover's performance. There was a light sheen of sweat coating his skin and the kimono had loosened and had started to slip, showing off the smooth, muscled flesh beneath. Lavi wasn't sure how much longer he could last...
Now, he stretched his mind further, commanding each of the insects to take a different path. He could do it, of course he could, but it always took a lot more out of him. But, as the insects whirled around him in a flurry of beautiful violence with him as the center of the tempest, he felt at peace, one with himself and his weapon, and it was now that he was at his most dangerous.
Lavi was near his breaking point, but he knew better than to interrupt Yu when he was in such a state of concentration; to do so was suicide. So, he swallowed hard, forcing himself to ignore the throbbing need between his legs as he continued to watch.
Finally, he settled on the empty table in the far corner of the room as his target - he needed something to finish with, after all. The start of the movement was imperceptible, but suddenly Kanda, and his insects, were halfway across the room, charging the soon to be dead piece of furniture. The insects reached it first, and Kanda bore down with all the power of his mind, commanding them to attack one after the other, then reform into his shining black blade.
...oh shit. The broken table would take some explaining, but that was the last thing on his mind when he watched his lover finish. The sleeves of the kimono had slid down his arms, exposing them to the elbow... something about that was erotic to Lavi, although he really didn't have a preoccupation with that particular body part. He realized he was breathing rather heavily, struggling to stifle a moan. He wanted Yu badly; wanted him now.
As soon as the last insect found its way back to his blade, a smooth and deadly smirk covered his face, Mugen making one small shift in his hand before being driven completely through the broken remains of the table, suddenly making it crumble into itself, leaving nothing but wooden ruins. He was sweating and he could feel the cool air against his skin, making him want to shiver, but he didn't, instead surveying the remains of his dead table-akuma as he came down from his high.
It was the look in his eyes, Lavi decided. Although tonight was about him being in control, he didn't mind relinquishing that control to Yu, and the strength and deadly gracefullness that made his lover who he was what really made Lavi shiver with pleasure, his body shaking with the force of his need. He realized he was gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles were white, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop until Yu was within reach again.
Slowly reaching out with Mugen, Kanda prodded through the remains of his work, thinking to himself that maybe he should have hit it about three centimeters to the left - it would have been more thoroughly destroyed if he had. But, it was over, and after a moment he turned, finding a cloth to clean Mugen with, almost forgetting that he was there with Lavi and wearing a dress.
Lavi didn't say anything until Mugen had been cleaned and sheathed, knowing better than to interrupt the swordsman's focus. But once the katana was leaning against the wall, he assumed it was safe. "...I was right..."
Startled, Kanda whipped around, his hand automatically reaching out for Mugen again before he caught himself, suddenly remembering where he was. Suddenly slightly self conscious about the state of his dress, he tried to straighten out the kimono as he spoke, “... about what?”
Reaching out to still Yu's hands, preferring the kimono to lay where it was, clinging to the tops of his lover's thighs, Lavi smirked at him just slightly, "That you would turn me on more by doing that than by anything more geisha-like."
Kanda wasn't sure what to say to that, so he just shrugged slightly, trying not to fidget with the hideous outfit - now that Lavi wouldn't even allow him all of the minimal coverage it offered, he was even more uncomfortable than he had been.
Lavi literally could not take it anymore; he felt like he would explode if he didn't get his restrictive clothing off. "Undress me," he said, voice husky with need.
It seemed like a strange request, but one Kanda could fulfill with ease. Approaching his lover, Kanda crawled onto the bed, trapping Lavi in the corner as he slowly, slowly started to unbutton his shirt - he was going to obey Lavi, but he was going to do it at his own pace.
Being in such close proximity made Lavi happy he was sitting; otherwise, he would have been brought to his knees. With each button that was undone, his cock throbbed a little harder in anticipation. It seemed his companion was intent on making this as slow a process as possible, and he supposed he deserved it, but it was slowly making him crazy.
Kanda kept going, but just as his fingers skimmed over the last button, he stopped short of actually unbuttoning it. Instead, he leaned in, licking his lips once before pressing them against Lavi's, his nails coming into play to rake up the tender flesh of his lover's exposed chest at the same time.
Moaning softly against the lips on his, Lavi brought his hands up to rest on the forearms at his waist; he wanted so badly to have no layers between him and Yu, but he knew that waiting and taking the slow pace his lover set would make it that much better when he finally got what he wanted.
Kanda didn't dominate Lavi in the kiss, but he wasn't submissive in it either. Drawing his nails back down Lavi's very sensitive chest, leaving little red furrows, he bypassed the last button of his shirt again, this time to flick open his pants with one quick movement of his fingers. Shifting his weight slightly, he trapped Lavi deeper into the corner, his hands sliding around the other man's waist as they kissed.
Lavi groaned into Yu's mouth when at least some of the tension was relieved from his cock. Sliding his arms around the other man's waist, Lavi pulled him closer, needing some contact to sate himself before he just began tearing off clothing.
Knowing his lover was desperate for contact made Kanda feel a little better about the whole situation - at least he could still make Lavi act like this. But he wasn't about to give him a break - the zipper of his pants stayed up, and his shirt still clung to his slightly damp skin. The next piece of clothing Kanda went about removing was the headband that held Lavi's unruly hair up - Kanda liked it down better anyway - it was sexy.
A muffled sigh escaped Lavi's lips as he felt his hair fall around his face; he wanted to reciprocate and pull the hair sticks out of his lover's hair - the ones that had somehow managed to stay in place - and feel the silky locks between his fingers... but he forced himself to wait, wanting to enjoy this and not skim over it in a lust-filled rush.
He could feel how tense Lavi was under him, and knowing he caused it brought Kanda satisfaction. His mind felt clearer after his time spent with Mugen, and now he knew exactly what to do to keep himself sated with what was going on. Stroking one hand down the redhead's back, Kanda let the other pool in his hair, gripping it lightly with his fingers, enjoying the texture of it as he leaned it, starting to kiss down Lavi's chest.
And here's the rest.
... Wear What? Part Four