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dgray_man2009-07-17 11:02 pm
[fanfiction + introduction] After Battle
Thank you, and Nice to meet you all!
Title: After Battle
Characters: Allen Walker, The 14th, Howard Link
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: 14th x Allen, not hardcore at all, but it's a sex scene, so.
Disclaimer: I claim no right to D.Gray-Man, nor any of its characters.
Summary: The 14th tries to get Allen to sleep after a hard battle.
“My head hurts.” Allen said to nobody. The words drifted around in the air, and he imagined them circling the room like little birds before they disappeared into silence.
It was no wonder though, since he could feel the warm thickness of blood crawling down his face. He glanced for a moment at Link, who was lying unconscious and equally bloody to his side.
A mission had gone wrong. Again. Not a level 4 this time, but a mass of level 3 Akuma so numerous he had had to keep fighting for hours before they began to thin. At some point his body had stopped moving, and the innocence took over, a great blinding rage that drove him forward.
He didn’t know why he was still conscious. Maybe he wasn’t. The shack they had crawled into was one of the few to survive, miraculously, Allen thought, because it really was just that; a shack, a mess of mud and sticks and a poorly constructed roof. Sunlight trickled through it, meaning they’d been there for more than three hours.
Where was Timcampy? And surely they hadn’t been on this mission by themselves, the dangerous
Calm down Allen. The voice spun into his head from somewhere inside of him, dark and melodic. A snarl rose in his throat but was immediately quelled by the pain that followed; his vocal cords torn from the cries and roars of battle. How long had he been fighting? Why don’t you sleep a little?
Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Allen thought back, unease and sarcasm spreading inside his mind. He could almost see the swirling body of the 14th above him; almost feel his fingers pressing at his eyelids, encouraging the exhaustion that already engulfed him.
No! He cried in his mind, a jolt of panic searing through him. The body jumped back, and Allen realized with horror that it was actually there, hovering above him. Its eyes bore into him, and with Allen’s focus it changed, into a gray, golden-eyed reflection of the boy. It’s, or rather his own, expression was one of annoyance. The 14th leaned back forward, tangling one hand into white hair and grasping a shaking hand with the other.
You are not treating my body well. It whispered, I must insist that you sleep here. Your body! Allen glared up into its eyes as their faces drew close. I am Allen Walker and this is my body. You are an intruder here, and I will not give in to you! He felt rage building once again in his gut, thinking of the cruel faces of the Noah he’d fought, how he would not become one of them. He pushed against the gray hand holding his down, but it would not budge. He was too weak.
The 14th was not listening. The Noah had already lowered itself, body pressing body, identical but for their contrasting skin colors. Allen gasped as he felt the warmth of the other, thoughts racing as he wondered how this could be. Was he losing his mind? Was this the process of the 14th taking over?
It lifted the english boy’s head and pressed soft, real lips onto his own. Allen’s rage vanished into shock an instant, his entire being pulled into the depth of the contact, the surprise and reality of it. The Musician deepened the kiss, running its tongue along the inside of the boy’s mouth, sucking and pushing on the delicate flesh of his lips. Their groins began to rub, heat flowing up through Allen’s limbs. Sounds of lust rose unbidden from his throat, stinging against his raw cords.
Wrong, He told himself, This is both wrong and impossible! But it was no use trying to protest; the 14th’s hands were reaching under his uniform, spider-like fingers gliding down his chest, unraveling the complicated latches and zippers as though they had put the thing together themselves. One stopped at his nipple, gripping and twisting Allen into a moan. The other slid down his stomach, circling and teasing the flesh round his member. The exhaustion from the battle was leaving, as hormones and adrenaline shot through the exorcist’ blood. Finally, the Noah began stroking Allen into an erection, their bodies rubbing and tongues clashing. As they’re lips separated for air, the 14th leaned further in, his lips with Allen’s ear. The boy was on the tip of climax, panting as he tried to keep eye contact with the Noah.
You could’ve made it easier than this, you know. It hissed into his ear, I only wanted you to let my body rest. Its smile was the wide and crazed one of the Musician, golden eyes narrow with pleasure. But Allen had stopped listening; his hips raised and his mind buckled into nothing as he climaxed, gray-eyes wide and wild. Whatever the 14th had wanted, Allen thought, this way seemed good enough to him.
Howard Link closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He pretended he could not hear
He glanced up and regretted it immediately, as the blankets had risen in a god-awfully embarrassing spot. Rolling over, Link closed his eyes again and counted to three. He had not seen or heard anything, because this was not going into his report, not not not-
Allen let out another pleasured moan.
----------------------------What did you think?
It's my first D.gray-man fic, and my first smut fic too, so I'd appreciate any feedback anyone might have! Thank you!
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lol! I loved Link's reaction! And yay for the universal belief that sex leads to good rest ^^;
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Awesome work for a first time!XD
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On the other hand, well done 14thxAllen. =3
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