|Nina (allira_dream) wrote,|
@ 2008-11-03 13:06:00
|Entry tags:||character: rabi, character: yuu kanda, fic: d.gray-man, pairing: kanda/rabi, rating: r/nc17|
Side Effects (D.Gray-man, Kanda/Lavi)
Title: Side Effects.
Warnings: Check rating, check the prompt.
Summary: Komui has outdone himself. A plant that is allergic to its own pollen? Really. Only that Kanda isn't that amused by the irony.
Notes: Written for kinkfest: D.Gray-Man - Kanda/Lavi - sex pollen - "Whispering lunar incantations/Dissolve the floors of memory"
“... I really thought that nothing would top that toilet that autoflushed before you were done, y'know? But somehow, Komui always manages to outdo himself. I mean...”
“Shut up already.”
“A plant that's allergic to its own pollen? That, that requires some really bloody--”
“I might not have Mugen but I still have my hands.” Kanda threatens once more.
Lavi gives him a cheerfully empty grin and he goes back to balancing himself on the chair, whistling some stupid sailor's song about mermaids. It wouldn't bother him so much if not for the fact that Lavi is tone deaf.
How much longer do they have to stay there?
“Two hours and no change,” Lavi informs him as if he could read his mind. The idiot grins again, and Kanda decides that if Komui decides to complain, it would have been his fault for wasting time and resources in those plants and for locking him up with Lavi.
So he stands up, but that proves to be a very bad move: he feels dizzy and he barely catches himself on the chair. Kanda closes his eyes for a moment, searches for his balance and yet, he half stumbles again.
“...make that 'effects take place after a while'.” Lavi adds.
Kanda growls, but when he looks at him, he finds that Lavi is also talking about himself. He looks flushed, the pupil on his visible eye is too dark, almost no green there. Intoxication, then. Kanda shakes his head again to try and focus, but it's hard to do so when suddenly his skin feels two sizes too small on him, when his clothes feel scratchy and all too present on his oversensitive skin. He wants to take them off.
When Kanda opens his eyes, he finds Lavi's gaze on him. The bastard has stopped rocking himself on the chair, and now he's sitting still, legs open, his breathing heavy. His hands are on his lap, curled tightly in a fist, as if he wouldn't be able to control them if he didn't keep them like that. Lavi licks at his lips, swallows and Kanda stares, fascinated, at the way his adam's apple moves, fighting the all-too-sudden thought that he wants to bite there and the way warmth pools low in his belly at that thought.
He doesn't moan, tries to keep his breathing normal but it's hard: his skin is burning, fingers itching to touch skin, and the primitive part of his mind is telling him that it doesn't matter if it's his skin or Lavi's, any of those would feel good, both would feel better. Lavi shifts-- no, squirms on his chair and Kanda follows the line from his neck to his collarbones, down the shirt, and all the way to Lavi's groin and it's almost not surprising that the idiot's hard. What is surprising is the flood of desire that swims in his body at that, and damn Komui's experiments!
But Lavi's expression, as (aroused says the often ignored part of his brain) intoxicated as he seems, it's obvious by the way Lavi hasn't moved that he's considering all the alternatives and possibilities and what would be the best case scenario. Kanda can almost see the wheels turning inside the rabbit's brain, and he snarls.
“I'll kill you,” Kanda threatens, promises, and he wishes so damn hard that Lavi would stop licking his lips like that.
Lavi gives him a breathless little grin. “Later,” and then he's moving from his chair towards where Kanda is kneeling down, half straddling him before his mouth is hungry and furious against his, and Kanda swears that the stupid rabbit is a goner once he manages to stop this from feeling so good, once his blood stops feeling like fucking sap, once he's not groaning at the way his weight on his feels fucking good.
Damning it all to hell, Kanda kisses back hard, half biting, half snarling and swearing as they both fight to take their clothes off or at least push them away. Kanda has a moment of triumph as Lavi moans when his hands get inside his shirt, and he takes advantage of the distraction to pin Lavi to the floor, to bite his neck like he wanted to do and he presses his erection against Lavi's hip, frustrated by the clothes between them, not patient enough to take them off when he could use that time to rut against him.
But Lavi's fingers move between them and Kanda bites his neck again when his fingers brush against his belly, thinking that it shouldn't feel this good, that his body shouldn't be this hungry for a stupid waste of adrenaline and energy even with Komui's stupid pollen all over them. But he is, and as soon as Lavi has pushed his trousers down his ass he pushes against his hip again, cursing again before he slaps Lavi's hands away, opens his belt and trousers too, viciously satisfied when Lavi's breath stutters out of him when his cock is set free.
One of Lavi's hand fists itself in his hair and that's another offense for later, another reason to kill him for once it stops feeling so damn good, but he moves his head and kisses him again, shivering when Lavi nips at his tongue, pressing closer when Lavi's free hand moves to his thigh. Kanda wishes they could be bothered to take their clothes off at the same time that he doesn't, because this is not helping at all to stop his body from feeling as if it was burning, this is just making it harder, and Lavi's hands feel damn good wherever they touch, and --
-- and Lavi does something with his hips that makes their erections rub against each other directly and Lavi hisses a curse, grabs at Kanda's ass and presses his head against his shoulder and Kanda feels him shudder as he comes, moaning. Lavi collapses, but Kanda just grits his teeth and rubs himself against the mess on Lavi's stomach, harder and faster, and then he bites his lips when he comes hard enough that for a moment he has to lay his weight against Lavi's body.
There's blessed silence for a few moments, and finally his body is going back to his control. And then there's Lavi's voice.
“I'm pretty sure that that's not what Komui wanted his plants to do.”
And since he promised death, Kanda punches him hard, and rolls away, ignoring Lavi's complaints of abuse.