dgray_man | [Fic] Hanging words, part 1( LavixAllen)

Hi every one^^ I think this is the first time I post something here, and well I bring you the first of a two parts story. Hope you like it!^^

Title: Hanging words (part 1)
Author:

ca_te
Pairing: LavixAllen
Rating: G
Summary: What it takes to reveal their true desire.

Allen has begun to understand what need is. He has started to understand it with red hair and green eyes.

Lavi has begun to understand what melting is. He has started to like this feeling, the sensation of ice melting in every cell, in every blood vessel.

Allen still doesn’t like red. He still relates it to blood. That kind of sticky blood which doesn’t leave your fingers. Still he is trying to learn that things may be different.

Lavi likes to learn things touching them, feeling them under his fingertips. He wonders when he will be able to learn about Allen this way. When this thought pops in his mind Lavi shivers. A long shiver, from his ankles to his hair.

At first Allen dreamt of Lavi only when he was out on mission. It was on a lonely night that for the first time he dreamt of long fingers over his skin. It was on a lonely night that for the first time he woke up with the syllables of Lavi’s name on his lips.

Lavi likes watching Allen from the corner of his eye. He likes how the image blurs but Allen’s features remain in place. He is ashamed to admit it, but he even likes the red of the scar along his pale cheek.

Slowly, almost without noticing it, Allen has begun to pray for Lavi.

Sometimes, when his hand brushes casually against Allen’s or when Allen’s face flashes in his mind before going to bed, Lavi thinks that may be a God exists after all.

They have begun to look for each other along the corridors and in the halls. Lavi’s sake during battle has become an insistent thought for Allen. As he swings is hammer Lavi always looks for white hair.

And as it happens with domino, once a piece falls all the others follow…

The hair is fresh, like if someone has washed it. Lavi feels it descending in his throat and tingling under his skin. Allen finishes to get dressed and exits the room.

His stomach grumbles and a laugh resonates behind him. Allen stops, feeling the sound inside of his head, descending slowly inside him. It’s such a peaceful sound.

- You are hungry, ne, Moyashi?

Allen wonders if someday Lavi will make a sweeter nickname for him. He blushes.

-It’s Allen…

Lavi feels something stretching inside him as he looks at Allen’s pouting face.

- Alright, Allen.

Lavi puts his arm around the younger boy’s shoulder. Allen’s breath shakes but he continues to walk.

Lavi listens to the little sounds Allen made as he eats. He seems a child happy with new toys. Lavi represses the urge to lean over the table, toss the plates apart and kiss Allen right there.

Lavi has just discovered to have a heart which can pound like the one of anyone else, still he is amazed by how fast it can beat.

Allen skin has started to tingle every time Lavi’s eye leans over it. And all trembles a bit. Allen is amazed by that eye. It is an eye that plays. That plays with him, that plays with the world. Sometimes is so deep and sometimes is like glass.

Studying history, and writing about it, Lavi has learnt many things. Still he hasn’t learnt how to be patient. And this growing heat swirling inside of him just doesn’t help. He bits his lower lip.

-Are you alright, Lavi?

Lavi shakes his head, red strands falling over his good eye.

- Yes, moyashi.

He grins.

Lavi has started to touch himself thinking about Allen. He has started some weeks after the first time they met, after that snowy day. It happened, he couldn’t avoid it. He tries not too, but sometimes he really can’t hold back and he moans Allen’s name quietly under the sheets at night.

Allen feels uncomfortable when he finds his eyes lingering along the curve of Lavi’s spine, along the curves of his smiles. He doesn’t know how to get rid of that something warm and almost heavy that forms into his lower stomach.