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Fanfic: "Physical Education" (LaviXAllen, KandaXLenalee, NC-17)
This is a reworked and expanded verion of a fic originally written for the D. Gray-Man Kink Meme.
Title: Physical Education
Pairing: LaviXAllen, KandaXLenalee (with Lenalee solo)
Rating: NC-17
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sailormac
Summary: A panicky, virgin Lenalee is facing the prospect of her first night with Kanda and asks Lavi for advice, but she gets her *real* education when she gets an eyeful of Lavi's *romantic* activities. Meanwhile, Komui senses something is up with his sister.
Lavi was having a rather dull day.
He’d been in the library for what felt like six days on end (but was really more like six hours), writing down record after record, making trips now and then to the shelves to retrieve ancient volumes full of arcane lore than nobody but a Bookman would know or care about.
By the time he was done with his work, he thought his brain had been twisted into a pretzel.
He was more than ready to go in search of Allen, for a little shameless making out. Or, failing that, Kanda, just to see how far he could tease him before the inevitable explosion.
However, both of those plans fell flat when he was ambushed at the library door by a small black and silver blur. When the blur stood still, he could see that it was a rather agitated-looking Lenalee. *Did she activate her Innocence to get here?* he thought.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” she said, eyes darting around nervously.
“Sure,” he said. “Rooftop okay?”
She looked around her again. “Can we go outside? I don’t want anyone to walk in.”
Lavi was baffled. *She’s not puttin’ the moves on me, is she?* he thought. *Nah, she knows I’m with Allen, and besides, isn’t she with Yuu now?*
“Okay,” he said. “Outside it is, then.”
She was silent until they had settled on a patch of ground about halfway between the Black Order’s tower and the edge of the cliff. At first, she just sat there, arms around her knees, looking up at passing birds.
Then, she said, “Yuu . . . I mean, Kanda came back from a mission yesterday. I went to see him, and he said he didn’t want to see me just yet, he was too tired, but . . . he . . . “ She picked up a leaf and twisted it. “He wants me to stay with him tonight.”
This took Lavi aback. He was used to people asking him about all kinds of things, given that he was a walking treasure trove of knowledge -- but he wasn’t used to having people, even close friends, talk about their sex lives in front of him.
“You don’t want to?” he said.
“I do,” she said. “But . . . but . . . I . . . I don’t know what to do, Lavi! I’ve never done anything with anybody . . .”
“And you want *me* to give you advice?” Lavi said. He’d been trained to do many things as a Bookman, but being a sex therapist wasn’t one of them!
“Since you do . . . *things* with Allen-kun, I thought you might be able to tell me how to do *something!*”
“I don’t *talk* about what Allen and I do, though!” Lavi said, waving his hands in front of his face. *Crap*, he thought. *Now what do I do? I don’t wanna just send her away, but I’m not gonna give her a detailed description of everything Allen and I do in bed!*
“Tellya what,” he said. “Let me go get a couple of bananas. I’ll show you how to do stuff with your mouth . . . he should like that.”
She hugged him. “Thank you, Lavi . . . that means a lot.”
“Sure,” he said, heading back to headquarters. *Yuu had better appreciate this,* he thought.
* * *
The bananas were easily enough acquired -- they just looked like an innocent snack. Not like the time Lavi had gone in there to steal a small bottle of cooking oil for erotic purposes -- and Jerry had not only guessed what he was in there for, he gave him advice on the best kind to use.
“Okay,” he said when he returned to Lenalee, handing her one of the fruits. “First thing you gotta keep in mind is you don’t wanna even *try* to put it in all at once. You’re only gonna choke yourself.” (*Like I did the first time *I* tried going down on Yuu,* he thought).
She peeled her banana and said, “Like this?”, sliding just the very tip into her mouth.
“Nah, you can go a little further. Like, take the whole head of it in.” He peeled his banana and slipped it inside his mouth, about a quarter of the way down.
She repeated his action, watching him intently. He pulled it out and said, “And use your tongue, roll it around . . . that’ll drive him nuts.” He tried to demonstrate, until he realized that she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing, would she?
“So . . . then what?”
“You start moving him in and out, and you can get a little further down each time. Here, let me show you . . .” He began to go down on the banana in earnest, sucking it, working it with lips and tongue as he moved up and down.
Lenalee stared, wide-eyed, and to her amazement, she started to feel *warm* watching him. It made her feel embarrassed and a bit guilty, because Lavi was her friend, and she was going out with Yuu, and she was supposed to be *learning*, not watching!
She concentrated on imitating Lavi, on sucking the banana and moving up and down on it, tonguing it as she moved like he’d told her to do, and she began to imagine that it was *Kanda* filling her mouth, that he was moaning and writhing under her ministrations.
She moved faster, harder, deeper, working the banana with so much enthusiasm it was as if she had the man himself under her . . .
And then, the banana snapped in two. Lavi let out a strangled noise and grabbed his nether regions, wincing in pain.
“Oh!” she said, looking baffled. “Did . . . I do something wrong?”
“You’re not supposed to bite it!” Lavi said in a strangled little voice.
“I didn’t bite it! It just . . . broke!”
“Ack!” he said, wincing and grabbing his nether regions again.
“Maybe I need more practice?”
“No, no, you did fine,” Lavi said, pasting a big grin on his face. “Hey, you were enthusiastic! That’s good!”
“I’m not going to *hurt* him, am I?” she said, looking at the two pieces of banana in her hand as they started to walk back.
“Nah, you won’t,” Lavi said. ‘”Yuu doesn’t break that easily.”
*At least I hope he doesn’t,* Lavi thought, wincing again.
* * *
“So Lenalee really is going out with *him*?” Allen said as he and Lavi walked the path on the parameter of the Order’s grounds, just before the fence that kept the residents from falling off the steep cliff. They had just come from dinner, and a setting sun was turning everything a subtle shade of pink.
“’Fraid so,” Lavi said. “She’s nuts about him, too.”
Allen shook his head. “She deserves better,” he said.
“Hey, what makes you think Yuu doesn’t have another side when he’s alone with someone? He could actually be romantic, y’know?”
Allen snorted derisively, plunking down on the grass, in the same spot where Lavi had given Lenalee the demonstration. “He’s about as romantic as toenail fungus,” he grumbled.
“She’s gotta see something in him, right?” Lavi said, sitting down next to Allen and wrapping an arm around him. “Heck, he probably wonders what I see in you. And I’ll tell him . . .” He took Allen’s Innocence hand and kissed it. “I see one hell of a hot guy.”
Allen rested his head on Lavi’s shoulder. “I’m glad we came out here,” he said. “It’s nice . . . it’s still warm.”
“Mmmm, I can make it warmer,” Lavi said, letting his hand steal over Allen’s chest.
“Lavi!” Allen said. “Here?”
“We’ve done it outside before, haven’t we?” Lavi said.
“That wasn’t right next to headquarters!” Allen said.
“Like there’s all that many people in headquarters?” Lavi said. “Night like this, anyone who isn’t working went down into town, babe, you know that.”
He kissed the hand he was holding again, his tongue flicking at the fingers, and Allen let out a small moan, his other arm wrapping around Lavi.
That was the redhead’s cue, and he brought his lips to Allen’s, kissing him hard, slipping his tongue into his mouth. He heard his lover make a purring sound in his throat, and he knew Allen was now ready, willing and able to make love *here*.
“L-lavi,” Allen gasped as his lover licked a hot, wet trail down his neck, “w-why do you taste like *bananas*”? You don’t usually eat . . .”
Lavi silenced him with a kiss. “I ate ‘em for you, babe,” he said, smoothly. “Didn’t you know bananas are aphrodesiacs?”
“T-they are?” Allen said -- but Lavi silenced him with another fierce kiss, reaching down to unbutton his coat, rubbing a nipple through his shirt.
He knew just how he was going to pleasure Allen tonight. After all, he’d been practicing.
* * *
Lenalee made her way down the path, glancing around for Lavi. One of the Finders told her she’d seen him come out here.
She’d been all set to head for Kanda’s room, but got a last-minute attack of cold feet, and needed a pep talk . . . and maybe a bit more practice. She’d snuck another banana out of the kitchen; she was going to have Lavi evaluate her “performance.”
As she was rounding the bend, she heard a sound that made her duck into a clump of bushes -- it was like some sort of wild animal growling. She knew that no Akuma would dare come up there, but still . . .
She peeked out through the leaves, and what she saw made her gasp. There was Allen, lying on his back, on top of his coat . . . and he was just about naked, his shirt unbuttoned and pushed back, exposing his chest and stomach, his pants pulled down to his ankles.
Kneeling over him was Lavi, shirtless, leaning over and drawing his tongue slowly down Allen’s chest and stomach.
Lenalee’s heart began to pound. God, she hadn’t realized before how *beautiful* they both were. When she saw them in everyday life, hidden within their big, black coats, they were just *Lavi* and *Allen*, her friends. But now . . .
She had never noticed that Allen had such beautifully designed muscles, like an athlete, or that Lavi had such wonderfully broad shoulders. And the fact that Lavi was kissing and licking Allen’s chest, pausing at a nipple . . . well, that just made both of them even *more* beautiful.
“Lavi,” Allen moaned, arching upwards and grabbing his lover’s head. “That feels so good . . .”
*Am I going to sound like that when I’m with Yuu?* she thought, feeling a hot thrill run through her as she saw Allen reach for Lavi’s zipper, pulling it down and plunging his hand inside.
She found herself wishing Allen would pull the pants *down*, so she could fully see what he was doing . . . all she could see was the movement of his fingers beneath the cloth, and the blissful expression on Lavi’s face, which just sent her imagination into overdrive.
“Oh, babe, that’s so good,” Lavi moaned. “More . . .”
Lenalee felt her nipples stiffening and a moist heat between her legs as Allen did what she wanted him to, yanking the pants down to Lavi’s ankles. She couldn’t take her eyes off the erection that was revealed, standing tall and proud against a thicket of red hair.
Allen grasped the object of her fascination in his right hand, stroking it while the left hand moved up Lavi’s body, caressing a nipple. Lavi closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “Aaahh, Allen, baby, you know how to do that, oh, yeah . . .”
The watcher in the bushes found herself reaching up, undoing the buttons on her uniform jacket, pushing her skirt up with the other hand. She licked her lips as she watched Lavi lean over again, bringing his mouth to Allen’s, their tongues very visible as they brushed against each other.
Lavi shifted a bit, pushing his hips toward Allen’s, and maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw their cocks rub together, and the very thought of *that* . . . male against male, hard against hard . . . was so hot that her inhibitions flew out the window.
The hand that had been playing around the edge of her top slid into her bra, fingers finding and stroking the nipple, while the other moved over her lower stomach and under the elastic of her panties.
She stifled a moan of her own as she brushed against her clitoris, watching as Lavi licked his way down Allen’s body again, faster this time, his tongue leaving wet trails as it swept over the skin.
Her right thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipple gently, her left forefinger circled her clit and dipped in and out of her entrance as her eyes beheld Lavi kissing Allen’s cock, moving over the head, teasing it with his tongue.
*This is different than what he was showing me with the banana*, she thought, as Lavi’s mouth slid down on Allen -- not slowly and carefully, like in the demonstration, he was just about *devouring* him, his lips sliding rapidly down, his whole mouth sucking as he moved back up.
Her eyes roamed over the scene, taking in the flush on Allen’s face, the way his eyes were squeezed shut, the trickles of sweat running down his chest, the way Lavi’s fingers slipped along the base of the shaft as his mouth enthusiastically worked the tip.
She saw his tongue flick out, caressing the hard flesh, and her own fingers began moving faster, rubbing back and forth over her nipple, flicking over her bud before plunging deep within her.
Allen’s hips writhed, and Lenalee’s writhed along with him; Lavi let out little moans as he sucked (she nearly came just from the sight of him plunging *way* down, taking Allen *deep*, then sucking in rapid little pulses as he moved back up) and she stifled her own moans, not wanting to be discovered.
Then, she saw Allen stiffen, his eyes suddenly flying open, and he gave a huge thrust, crying out loudly. Lavi stayed with him, and she saw his mouth still sucking, and she wondered if he was swallowing Allen’s come . . . which just made her move her fingers all the faster, her body starting to tremble as heat continued to swell within her.
Allen pulled himself up on his knees, stripping off his shirt, and she could see the sexy curve of his ass as he bent over to do to Lavi what had been done to him. His head obscured the view, but she could see how he bobbed up and down, the expression on Lavi’s face, the way Lavi’s whole body twisted and turned with pleasure . . .
Suddenly, she slipped out of the bushes, pulling her hands from her panties and bra, and, not even bothering to pull her jacket back together, she turned and fled back toward headquarters, not slowing down as she rushed in the door and up the stairs, a very specific goal in mind.
The hot images of man flesh on man flesh were still burning in her head as she arrived at a door and knocked on it. When Kanda answered, she literally threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and crushing her mouth on his, her tongue pushing forward the way she’d seen Lavi and Allen do.
She felt him stiffen in surprise, but she pushed on, kicking the door shut behind her, caressing his tongue with hers as she unbuttoned her jacket the rest of the way, dropping it on the floor. Her bra followed, and he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt.
Lenalee pulled back, panting, and unbuttoned his jacket, then his shirt, pushing them off, leaning over and running her tongue along his chest, the feel and taste of his flesh merging in her mind with the image of Lavi doing this to Allen.
She sucked on his nipple, tonguing it as she felt his hands on her head, pulling out the ponytail holders and letting it spill over her shoulders. Her fingers found his zipper, yanking it down, and she plunged her hand inside, finding his cock, wrapping her fingers around it.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” he breathed raggedly as she started to pump her hand, but she silenced him by grabbing his head and pulling it down. Kanda’s mouth was suddenly on the nipple she’d been caressing before, and the hot wetness on the sensitive flesh made her give out the same kind of animal growl she’d head one of the boys making when she first saw them.
He grabbed her in his arms and practically flung her on the bed, stripping off her panties and parting her legs, bending over and licking at her, his tongue sliding over her folds. The orgasm she’d stifled while watching the boys hit her when he lapped at her clit, and she raised her hips off the bed, nearly screaming.
She rolled them both over so she was on top and stripped his pants off, and her mouth enveloped his cock with the same fierce hunger she’d seen when Lavi did this to Allen.
The timid exercise with the banana was long forgotten as she sucked him eagerly, thinking that she *loved* this, loved how he felt on her lips and tongue as she moved up and down, his moans filling her ears.
Lenalee felt Kanda’s hands pulling her upward, and she lifted her head, moving back toward his face, and he pulled her down when his mouth was even with her breasts, sucking one nipple, tonguing it, then moving to the other. Her hands roamed over his hair, yanking the holder out as he’d done to her.
Her mind filled with the image of the two boys again, of tongues sliding over flushed skin and smooth muscles, of bodies writing in ecstasy, and she felt the moist heat at the juncture of her thighs once more.
She knew what she wanted now. She wasn’t going to settle for less.
When he released her nipple, she moved down slightly, straddling him, feeling the tip of his erection parting her folds, and without hesitation, she thrust downward, biting her lip at the brief, tearing pain.
She wouldn’t have regretted it under any circumstances -- she hadn’t wanted to give her virginity to anyone but him, ever since they were children. But now, all she wanted was to share this incredible *heat* inside her with him, and pain be damned.
She started to rock her hips, slowly, and he moaned, a low, ragged sound. His hands were on her ass, caressing, and her lips were on his, their tongues sliding against each other, and her breasts were pressed against his chest, the nipples rubbing against his skin as she began to pick up the pace.
The pain was gone now, and there was only pleasure, and she could feel him *filling* her, sending a searing heat through her whole body. She remembered the expressions on Lavi’s and Allen’s faces, the pleasure they must have been feeling, and knew she was feeling the same thing.
She thrust faster, harder, and drew herself up until she was sitting on his cock, thrusting hard against him, grabbing his hands and putting them on her breasts. He caressed the nipples, his fingers moving in fast little swirls over the hard buds.
Her head filled with a fantasy of Lavi and Allen watching them, getting pleasure from her as she’d gotten pleasure from watching their lovemaking, and she imagined their hands moving over each other’s bodies, stroking and caressing each other as Kanda reached down with one hand to stroke her clitoris, his other hand still pleasuring her nipples.
The second orgasm was so intense that she *did* scream, the sound tearing itself from her as her whole body trembled, waves of heat pouring and pouring through her.
She felt Kanda roll them both over so he was on top, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he thrust into her fast and hard, and she had a tiny, third orgasm, a little shiver, right before he let out a shout of his own and yanked out of her, his seed splattering onto her belly.
She kissed him, tenderly, not caring about the mess smearing onto both of them (she’d clean that up later). The experience had been hotter and more amazing than anything she’d dared fantasize about . . .
She could hardly believe she’d been so timid and scared about it before, enough to have gone to Lavi for advice. But if she hadn’t done that . . . none of this would have happened.
Lenalee smiled to herself. She knew she owed them, big-time. She’d think of something tomorrow . . .
* * *
Komui was just leaving the science corridor, on his way back to his room, when he felt the jolt.
He’d always had something of a psychic connection to his sister. When she was in extreme danger, he *knew* it. He experienced a little bit of her pain, her fear.
This was similar to those times, a shock to the system so extreme it made him sag against the wall. But he could tell what he was feeling wasn’t pain, or fear. No, it was quite the opposite.
“Lenalee,” he said out loud. “No . . . no, somebody couldn’t have done that to you! How could anyone have seduced my baby sister . . .”
He turned and ran back toward his lab. He had suspects as to who might have done this, and they would be dealt with.
* * *
Things were rather quiet among Komui’s team that night. Jerry, his kitchen duties finished for the night, had dropped in for a visit, and was chattering with Reever over a pot of tea the chef had brought with him.
Johnny was playing a game of chess with 65, who wasn’t quite as challenging a partner as Suman Dark, but who would have to do since Suman was out in the field at the moment.
The calm was shattered when Komui stormed into the room, pushing the door open so hard that it hit the wall with a crash, rebounding back almost hard enough to hit the section chief in the posterior.
“Someone has *violated my sister*,” he announced in a voice akin to a prophet proclaiming doom from a mountaintop.
At those words, all hell broke loose. People jumped up from tables, rushing around the room. Komui just stood there, glaring at them, pointing an accusing finger.
“One of you knows who it was!” he said. “Somebody must have seen the person!”
“It wasn’t me!” Reever said. “You know it wasn’t!”
“It-it-it wasn’t me, either!” Johnny said, cringing in a corner.
Komui shot a glare at 65. The bloblike creature let out a squawk and flattened itself against the wall.
“I’m going to find out,” Komui said, his eyes taking on the demented gleam of a madman on the verge of launching a world-destroying machine. “And when I do . . .” He rushed out into the hall.
The members of the science section just stood there, blinking. “Did you . . .” said Reever.
“No,” said Johnny. “I wouldn’t even dream of it!” The other technicians shook their heads, one by one.
“Well, I certainly didn’t,” Jerry said, looking perplexed.
Reever patted his shoulder. “We know,” he said. *Dead people know he wasn’t the one,* he thought. *People on other planets know.*
* * *
Word quickly spread through the finders, technicians and trainees returning to the premises after an evening out that Komui had gone . . . well, somewhat nuts. He kept grabbing random people and yelling, “Was it you? Do you know who it was?”
Rudy, a young finder who was romantically involved with one of Jerry’s chefs, was sneaking toward the kitchen, looking to meet up with his girlfriend, when Komui leapt out of the shadows and grabbed him. “Was it you?” he said.
The finder let out a sqawk. *Oh, no!* he thought. *I’m in trouble for dating someone else in the Order!* “I . . . I’m sorry, sir!” he said. “I didn’t know she was off-limits!”
“It WAS YOU!” Komui shoved Rudy against the wall. “You’re going to pay! Nobody touches her and gets away with it!”
“I-I-I-I’m sorry!” Rudy stammered. “But . . . but . . . I’m not taking advantage of her! Really! I’m planning to marry her when we’re out of the Order . . .”
“Married?” Komui shrieked, and collapsed on the floor, sobbing. “LENALEEEEEE!”
Now Rudy was utterly baffled. “Um . . . Lenalee? But I’m not . . .”
The fracas in the hall had drawn several spectators out of the kitchen – including Rudy’s girlfriend, an ample-figured blonde named Amanda, who saw Komui sobbing in front of her shell-shocked boyfriend and rushed toward them.
“Rudy!” she said. “What did you do to him?”
“What did *I* do to him?” Rudy said in a near-squeak. “He just about killed me!”
“LENALEEEEE!” Komui sobbed.
Amanda knelt beside him. “Chief Komui, sir . . . Lenalee isn’t here.”
Komui grabbed at her. “Who are you?” he said. “Where is she?”
“I’m Amanda Paulson, Chief Komui. I’m a pastry chef in the kitchen, remember? And my boyfriend had *nothing* to do with whatever happened to Lenalee!”
Komui suddenly stopped crying and looked up. “Boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Amanda said, firmly, taking Rudy’s hand.
“Amanda!” Rudy said, looking worried. “We could get in trouble for . . .”
But Komui scrambled to his feet, just looking flustered, ignoring the fraternization in front of him. “Then where is she? What happened to her?”
“Look, neither of us have any idea where she is!” Amanda nearly snapped. “Why don’t you ask Lavi, or Allen, or Kanda, those are who she’s usually with when she’s in the dining room.”
Rudy put his hand on his girlfriend’s arm. “Amanda, I don’t think you should have said . . .”
Komui reached out and shook the pastry chef’s hand, the mad-scientist gleam back in his eyes. “Thank you for the information,” he said in a too-polite voice, then turned back toward his lab, moving as fast as his feet could take him.
Rudy and Amanda watched him go. “What was that about, anyway?” Amanda said.
“Dunno,” Rudy said, putting a hand on her arm, “but I hope you still have that brandy in the kitchen. I need it. Badly.”
* * *
“Hey, what’s this?” Lavi said, as he and Allen entered his room the next morning. There was a big box on his bed, from one of the fancier candy shops in town.
“Candy?” Allen said. “There’s a card . . .” He pulled it out and opened it, reading it out loud. “Lavi and Allen, thanks more than you’ll ever know, Lenalee.” He blinked, confused. “What’s this about?”
“Um, I kind of gave her advice about something yesterday,” Lavi said, rubbing the back of his head.
“Why am I included, then?” Allen said, as he lifted the lid off the box. Both of them looked inside, and Lavi couldn’t help but smile to himself.
The box contained an assortment of candy-covered banana slices.
“Cmon,” he said. “Let’s go share these with Yuu.”
“Kanda?” Allen said. “Why would we want to . . .”
“I have my reasons,” Lavi said, stepping out into the hall, box clutched to his chest like a schoolgirl clutching her books. “Oh, good, there he is.” He rushed down the hall toward his fellow Exorcist, Allen at his heels. “Yuu!”
Kanda turned around and regarded them merely with a cool gaze, rather than a flat-out glare of death. To Lavi, this confirmed that he’d had a *very* good night the night before.
“What do you two want?”
“Want some candy-covered bananas?” Lavi said, handing the box out with a big grin.
“You know I don’t eat that crap,” Kanda said, continuing down the hall.
“Aww, c’mon, Yuu, they were a gift from . . .”
But before Lavi could finish his sentence, he felt Allen’s hand on his shoulder. “Lavi . . . I think you’d better turn around.”
“What is it?”
“Lavi . . .” He couldn’t help but notice a fear in his lover’s voice. “Turn around, *now*.”
Lavi turned around, halfway . . . and saw what looked like a giant metal spider walking down the hall toward them, its long, thin steel legs, jointed in the middle, holding aloft a bullet-shaped cockpit that had two lethal-looking weapons mounted on either side.
“What the . . .” Lavi said, reaching down for his hammer. Had an Akuma managed to penetrate the defenses of the Order’s headquarters? No, Allen’s eye hadn’t activated . . .
Then, a metallic voice boomed out from the thing, saying, “One of you *violated my sister*” as a beam of light zapped from one of the cannons toward the three Exorcists.
“Crap, RUN!” Lavi yelled, the box dropping, candies flying everywhere as he grabbed Allen’s hand. The two of them took off down the hall, bumping into Kanda, who had no choice but to run along with them.
The three barreled through the corridors, knocking down anyone who was in their way, casting anxious glances over their shoulders at the thing that was bearing down on them. “I’m so sorry!” Allen shouted as they shoved a chubby Finder out of the way.
The Finder stared at them for a moment, stared at the metal spider, and shrugged. “Eh, whatever,” he said. “Happens ‘round here all the time.”
“Hurry!” Allen shouted as they rounded a curve. “It’s gaining on us!”
“You think I ain’t runnin’ as fast as I can?” Lavi said, swinging the hammer over his head to activate it.
“Confess!” the voice from the metal spider boomed as another zap came, lightly singing the tip of Allen’s ear. The boy leapt away with a near-shriek. “Which one of you was it?”
“I didn’t violate her!” Lavi shouted. “Not directly, I mean!” A zap nicked his right arm, causing him to stumble into the other two, knocking them into the ground.
“Nice going, idiot!” Kanda shouted, grabbing the hilt of Mugen and starting to draw the sword. Lavi and Allen huddled on the floor as Lavi expanded his hammer, hoping he could crush the thing before it crushed or fried them . . .
Then, a streak of light buzzed past, and the legs of the robot collapsed, the cockpit crashing to the ground. The streak stood still and became a very angry-looking young woman, arms crossed over her chest, boots blazing with Innocence.
“Brother,” Lenalee said, tersely, “stop this right now. Nobody *violated* me.”
The top of the cockpit popped open and Komui scrambled out, throwing his arms around his sister. “Lenalee!” he sobbed. “But I was just trying to protect you!”
“I don’t need protecting,” Lenalee said, gently touching the side of her brother’s face. “Brother, I’m old enough to make my own decisions now, and . . .”
“Somebody took advantage of you!” Komui sobbed, not letting go of his sister.
“Nobody did anything like that!” Lenalee tried to make her way down the hall, but Komui continued to cling to her – until both of them were blocked by Kanda, pointing his sword at Komui.
“Nobody violated her,” he said. “Nobody took advantage of her.”
“Kanda . . .” she said.
“Nobody *violates* Lenalee,” Kanda said, the sword not moving. “She’s too strong for that. I know.”
There was a long pause, during which Kanda didn’t move, Komui just stared at him, and Lavi prayed Komui didn’t have some kind of golem-like wireless device that would make the canons fire remotely.
Then, Komui stood up, slowly, and said, “Well . . . what I sensed must have been just a dream you had, right? It was that time of night, wasn’t it? I was hasty . . . I shouldn’t have thought anything bad, should I?”
Kanda removed the sword and sheathed it. “And don’t accuse any of us of *violating* her again,” he said.
“I’m sorry!” Komui said. “Forgive me, Lenalee!” He clung to his sister again.
She sighed. “Just get this cleaned up, Brother,” she said.
As she headed back down the hall, she decided to let her brother keep believing he’d just experienced her having a hot dream. After all, she couldn’t imagine what he would think if he knew the truth.
Asking Lavi for sex lessons . . . watching Lavi and Allen have sex . . . throwing herself at Kanda . . .
*If anyone was the sexual aggressor here,* she thought, *it was me.*
And she continued down the hall, letting out a seemingly-innocent giggle, as the full deliciousness of that idea sank through her.
* * *
Later, people would compare stories of that strange night and morning. Komui’s behavior was usually blamed on strain and overwork, since he had been putting in long days in the lab right before the incident happened.
A few people even attributed his temporary madness to an odd coffee fungus that had shown up in a few batches of beans in towns around the Order’s headquarters shortly beforehand. Of course, nobody who subscribed to that theory came up with an explanation why none of the Order’s *other* coffee-drinkers went temporarily mad.
But there was one more curious thing about that morning that several people reported, and nobody came up with a plausible story for . . .
Everyone who saw Lenalee head down the hall that morning reported that she had a strange, sly smile on her face.
Title: Physical Education
Pairing: LaviXAllen, KandaXLenalee (with Lenalee solo)
Rating: NC-17
Author:
sailormacSummary: A panicky, virgin Lenalee is facing the prospect of her first night with Kanda and asks Lavi for advice, but she gets her *real* education when she gets an eyeful of Lavi's *romantic* activities. Meanwhile, Komui senses something is up with his sister.
Lavi was having a rather dull day.
He’d been in the library for what felt like six days on end (but was really more like six hours), writing down record after record, making trips now and then to the shelves to retrieve ancient volumes full of arcane lore than nobody but a Bookman would know or care about.
By the time he was done with his work, he thought his brain had been twisted into a pretzel.
He was more than ready to go in search of Allen, for a little shameless making out. Or, failing that, Kanda, just to see how far he could tease him before the inevitable explosion.
However, both of those plans fell flat when he was ambushed at the library door by a small black and silver blur. When the blur stood still, he could see that it was a rather agitated-looking Lenalee. *Did she activate her Innocence to get here?* he thought.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” she said, eyes darting around nervously.
“Sure,” he said. “Rooftop okay?”
She looked around her again. “Can we go outside? I don’t want anyone to walk in.”
Lavi was baffled. *She’s not puttin’ the moves on me, is she?* he thought. *Nah, she knows I’m with Allen, and besides, isn’t she with Yuu now?*
“Okay,” he said. “Outside it is, then.”
She was silent until they had settled on a patch of ground about halfway between the Black Order’s tower and the edge of the cliff. At first, she just sat there, arms around her knees, looking up at passing birds.
Then, she said, “Yuu . . . I mean, Kanda came back from a mission yesterday. I went to see him, and he said he didn’t want to see me just yet, he was too tired, but . . . he . . . “ She picked up a leaf and twisted it. “He wants me to stay with him tonight.”
This took Lavi aback. He was used to people asking him about all kinds of things, given that he was a walking treasure trove of knowledge -- but he wasn’t used to having people, even close friends, talk about their sex lives in front of him.
“You don’t want to?” he said.
“I do,” she said. “But . . . but . . . I . . . I don’t know what to do, Lavi! I’ve never done anything with anybody . . .”
“And you want *me* to give you advice?” Lavi said. He’d been trained to do many things as a Bookman, but being a sex therapist wasn’t one of them!
“Since you do . . . *things* with Allen-kun, I thought you might be able to tell me how to do *something!*”
“I don’t *talk* about what Allen and I do, though!” Lavi said, waving his hands in front of his face. *Crap*, he thought. *Now what do I do? I don’t wanna just send her away, but I’m not gonna give her a detailed description of everything Allen and I do in bed!*
“Tellya what,” he said. “Let me go get a couple of bananas. I’ll show you how to do stuff with your mouth . . . he should like that.”
She hugged him. “Thank you, Lavi . . . that means a lot.”
“Sure,” he said, heading back to headquarters. *Yuu had better appreciate this,* he thought.
* * *
The bananas were easily enough acquired -- they just looked like an innocent snack. Not like the time Lavi had gone in there to steal a small bottle of cooking oil for erotic purposes -- and Jerry had not only guessed what he was in there for, he gave him advice on the best kind to use.
“Okay,” he said when he returned to Lenalee, handing her one of the fruits. “First thing you gotta keep in mind is you don’t wanna even *try* to put it in all at once. You’re only gonna choke yourself.” (*Like I did the first time *I* tried going down on Yuu,* he thought).
She peeled her banana and said, “Like this?”, sliding just the very tip into her mouth.
“Nah, you can go a little further. Like, take the whole head of it in.” He peeled his banana and slipped it inside his mouth, about a quarter of the way down.
She repeated his action, watching him intently. He pulled it out and said, “And use your tongue, roll it around . . . that’ll drive him nuts.” He tried to demonstrate, until he realized that she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing, would she?
“So . . . then what?”
“You start moving him in and out, and you can get a little further down each time. Here, let me show you . . .” He began to go down on the banana in earnest, sucking it, working it with lips and tongue as he moved up and down.
Lenalee stared, wide-eyed, and to her amazement, she started to feel *warm* watching him. It made her feel embarrassed and a bit guilty, because Lavi was her friend, and she was going out with Yuu, and she was supposed to be *learning*, not watching!
She concentrated on imitating Lavi, on sucking the banana and moving up and down on it, tonguing it as she moved like he’d told her to do, and she began to imagine that it was *Kanda* filling her mouth, that he was moaning and writhing under her ministrations.
She moved faster, harder, deeper, working the banana with so much enthusiasm it was as if she had the man himself under her . . .
And then, the banana snapped in two. Lavi let out a strangled noise and grabbed his nether regions, wincing in pain.
“Oh!” she said, looking baffled. “Did . . . I do something wrong?”
“You’re not supposed to bite it!” Lavi said in a strangled little voice.
“I didn’t bite it! It just . . . broke!”
“Ack!” he said, wincing and grabbing his nether regions again.
“Maybe I need more practice?”
“No, no, you did fine,” Lavi said, pasting a big grin on his face. “Hey, you were enthusiastic! That’s good!”
“I’m not going to *hurt* him, am I?” she said, looking at the two pieces of banana in her hand as they started to walk back.
“Nah, you won’t,” Lavi said. ‘”Yuu doesn’t break that easily.”
*At least I hope he doesn’t,* Lavi thought, wincing again.
* * *
“So Lenalee really is going out with *him*?” Allen said as he and Lavi walked the path on the parameter of the Order’s grounds, just before the fence that kept the residents from falling off the steep cliff. They had just come from dinner, and a setting sun was turning everything a subtle shade of pink.
“’Fraid so,” Lavi said. “She’s nuts about him, too.”
Allen shook his head. “She deserves better,” he said.
“Hey, what makes you think Yuu doesn’t have another side when he’s alone with someone? He could actually be romantic, y’know?”
Allen snorted derisively, plunking down on the grass, in the same spot where Lavi had given Lenalee the demonstration. “He’s about as romantic as toenail fungus,” he grumbled.
“She’s gotta see something in him, right?” Lavi said, sitting down next to Allen and wrapping an arm around him. “Heck, he probably wonders what I see in you. And I’ll tell him . . .” He took Allen’s Innocence hand and kissed it. “I see one hell of a hot guy.”
Allen rested his head on Lavi’s shoulder. “I’m glad we came out here,” he said. “It’s nice . . . it’s still warm.”
“Mmmm, I can make it warmer,” Lavi said, letting his hand steal over Allen’s chest.
“Lavi!” Allen said. “Here?”
“We’ve done it outside before, haven’t we?” Lavi said.
“That wasn’t right next to headquarters!” Allen said.
“Like there’s all that many people in headquarters?” Lavi said. “Night like this, anyone who isn’t working went down into town, babe, you know that.”
He kissed the hand he was holding again, his tongue flicking at the fingers, and Allen let out a small moan, his other arm wrapping around Lavi.
That was the redhead’s cue, and he brought his lips to Allen’s, kissing him hard, slipping his tongue into his mouth. He heard his lover make a purring sound in his throat, and he knew Allen was now ready, willing and able to make love *here*.
“L-lavi,” Allen gasped as his lover licked a hot, wet trail down his neck, “w-why do you taste like *bananas*”? You don’t usually eat . . .”
Lavi silenced him with a kiss. “I ate ‘em for you, babe,” he said, smoothly. “Didn’t you know bananas are aphrodesiacs?”
“T-they are?” Allen said -- but Lavi silenced him with another fierce kiss, reaching down to unbutton his coat, rubbing a nipple through his shirt.
He knew just how he was going to pleasure Allen tonight. After all, he’d been practicing.
* * *
Lenalee made her way down the path, glancing around for Lavi. One of the Finders told her she’d seen him come out here.
She’d been all set to head for Kanda’s room, but got a last-minute attack of cold feet, and needed a pep talk . . . and maybe a bit more practice. She’d snuck another banana out of the kitchen; she was going to have Lavi evaluate her “performance.”
As she was rounding the bend, she heard a sound that made her duck into a clump of bushes -- it was like some sort of wild animal growling. She knew that no Akuma would dare come up there, but still . . .
She peeked out through the leaves, and what she saw made her gasp. There was Allen, lying on his back, on top of his coat . . . and he was just about naked, his shirt unbuttoned and pushed back, exposing his chest and stomach, his pants pulled down to his ankles.
Kneeling over him was Lavi, shirtless, leaning over and drawing his tongue slowly down Allen’s chest and stomach.
Lenalee’s heart began to pound. God, she hadn’t realized before how *beautiful* they both were. When she saw them in everyday life, hidden within their big, black coats, they were just *Lavi* and *Allen*, her friends. But now . . .
She had never noticed that Allen had such beautifully designed muscles, like an athlete, or that Lavi had such wonderfully broad shoulders. And the fact that Lavi was kissing and licking Allen’s chest, pausing at a nipple . . . well, that just made both of them even *more* beautiful.
“Lavi,” Allen moaned, arching upwards and grabbing his lover’s head. “That feels so good . . .”
*Am I going to sound like that when I’m with Yuu?* she thought, feeling a hot thrill run through her as she saw Allen reach for Lavi’s zipper, pulling it down and plunging his hand inside.
She found herself wishing Allen would pull the pants *down*, so she could fully see what he was doing . . . all she could see was the movement of his fingers beneath the cloth, and the blissful expression on Lavi’s face, which just sent her imagination into overdrive.
“Oh, babe, that’s so good,” Lavi moaned. “More . . .”
Lenalee felt her nipples stiffening and a moist heat between her legs as Allen did what she wanted him to, yanking the pants down to Lavi’s ankles. She couldn’t take her eyes off the erection that was revealed, standing tall and proud against a thicket of red hair.
Allen grasped the object of her fascination in his right hand, stroking it while the left hand moved up Lavi’s body, caressing a nipple. Lavi closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “Aaahh, Allen, baby, you know how to do that, oh, yeah . . .”
The watcher in the bushes found herself reaching up, undoing the buttons on her uniform jacket, pushing her skirt up with the other hand. She licked her lips as she watched Lavi lean over again, bringing his mouth to Allen’s, their tongues very visible as they brushed against each other.
Lavi shifted a bit, pushing his hips toward Allen’s, and maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw their cocks rub together, and the very thought of *that* . . . male against male, hard against hard . . . was so hot that her inhibitions flew out the window.
The hand that had been playing around the edge of her top slid into her bra, fingers finding and stroking the nipple, while the other moved over her lower stomach and under the elastic of her panties.
She stifled a moan of her own as she brushed against her clitoris, watching as Lavi licked his way down Allen’s body again, faster this time, his tongue leaving wet trails as it swept over the skin.
Her right thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipple gently, her left forefinger circled her clit and dipped in and out of her entrance as her eyes beheld Lavi kissing Allen’s cock, moving over the head, teasing it with his tongue.
*This is different than what he was showing me with the banana*, she thought, as Lavi’s mouth slid down on Allen -- not slowly and carefully, like in the demonstration, he was just about *devouring* him, his lips sliding rapidly down, his whole mouth sucking as he moved back up.
Her eyes roamed over the scene, taking in the flush on Allen’s face, the way his eyes were squeezed shut, the trickles of sweat running down his chest, the way Lavi’s fingers slipped along the base of the shaft as his mouth enthusiastically worked the tip.
She saw his tongue flick out, caressing the hard flesh, and her own fingers began moving faster, rubbing back and forth over her nipple, flicking over her bud before plunging deep within her.
Allen’s hips writhed, and Lenalee’s writhed along with him; Lavi let out little moans as he sucked (she nearly came just from the sight of him plunging *way* down, taking Allen *deep*, then sucking in rapid little pulses as he moved back up) and she stifled her own moans, not wanting to be discovered.
Then, she saw Allen stiffen, his eyes suddenly flying open, and he gave a huge thrust, crying out loudly. Lavi stayed with him, and she saw his mouth still sucking, and she wondered if he was swallowing Allen’s come . . . which just made her move her fingers all the faster, her body starting to tremble as heat continued to swell within her.
Allen pulled himself up on his knees, stripping off his shirt, and she could see the sexy curve of his ass as he bent over to do to Lavi what had been done to him. His head obscured the view, but she could see how he bobbed up and down, the expression on Lavi’s face, the way Lavi’s whole body twisted and turned with pleasure . . .
Suddenly, she slipped out of the bushes, pulling her hands from her panties and bra, and, not even bothering to pull her jacket back together, she turned and fled back toward headquarters, not slowing down as she rushed in the door and up the stairs, a very specific goal in mind.
The hot images of man flesh on man flesh were still burning in her head as she arrived at a door and knocked on it. When Kanda answered, she literally threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and crushing her mouth on his, her tongue pushing forward the way she’d seen Lavi and Allen do.
She felt him stiffen in surprise, but she pushed on, kicking the door shut behind her, caressing his tongue with hers as she unbuttoned her jacket the rest of the way, dropping it on the floor. Her bra followed, and he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt.
Lenalee pulled back, panting, and unbuttoned his jacket, then his shirt, pushing them off, leaning over and running her tongue along his chest, the feel and taste of his flesh merging in her mind with the image of Lavi doing this to Allen.
She sucked on his nipple, tonguing it as she felt his hands on her head, pulling out the ponytail holders and letting it spill over her shoulders. Her fingers found his zipper, yanking it down, and she plunged her hand inside, finding his cock, wrapping her fingers around it.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” he breathed raggedly as she started to pump her hand, but she silenced him by grabbing his head and pulling it down. Kanda’s mouth was suddenly on the nipple she’d been caressing before, and the hot wetness on the sensitive flesh made her give out the same kind of animal growl she’d head one of the boys making when she first saw them.
He grabbed her in his arms and practically flung her on the bed, stripping off her panties and parting her legs, bending over and licking at her, his tongue sliding over her folds. The orgasm she’d stifled while watching the boys hit her when he lapped at her clit, and she raised her hips off the bed, nearly screaming.
She rolled them both over so she was on top and stripped his pants off, and her mouth enveloped his cock with the same fierce hunger she’d seen when Lavi did this to Allen.
The timid exercise with the banana was long forgotten as she sucked him eagerly, thinking that she *loved* this, loved how he felt on her lips and tongue as she moved up and down, his moans filling her ears.
Lenalee felt Kanda’s hands pulling her upward, and she lifted her head, moving back toward his face, and he pulled her down when his mouth was even with her breasts, sucking one nipple, tonguing it, then moving to the other. Her hands roamed over his hair, yanking the holder out as he’d done to her.
Her mind filled with the image of the two boys again, of tongues sliding over flushed skin and smooth muscles, of bodies writing in ecstasy, and she felt the moist heat at the juncture of her thighs once more.
She knew what she wanted now. She wasn’t going to settle for less.
When he released her nipple, she moved down slightly, straddling him, feeling the tip of his erection parting her folds, and without hesitation, she thrust downward, biting her lip at the brief, tearing pain.
She wouldn’t have regretted it under any circumstances -- she hadn’t wanted to give her virginity to anyone but him, ever since they were children. But now, all she wanted was to share this incredible *heat* inside her with him, and pain be damned.
She started to rock her hips, slowly, and he moaned, a low, ragged sound. His hands were on her ass, caressing, and her lips were on his, their tongues sliding against each other, and her breasts were pressed against his chest, the nipples rubbing against his skin as she began to pick up the pace.
The pain was gone now, and there was only pleasure, and she could feel him *filling* her, sending a searing heat through her whole body. She remembered the expressions on Lavi’s and Allen’s faces, the pleasure they must have been feeling, and knew she was feeling the same thing.
She thrust faster, harder, and drew herself up until she was sitting on his cock, thrusting hard against him, grabbing his hands and putting them on her breasts. He caressed the nipples, his fingers moving in fast little swirls over the hard buds.
Her head filled with a fantasy of Lavi and Allen watching them, getting pleasure from her as she’d gotten pleasure from watching their lovemaking, and she imagined their hands moving over each other’s bodies, stroking and caressing each other as Kanda reached down with one hand to stroke her clitoris, his other hand still pleasuring her nipples.
The second orgasm was so intense that she *did* scream, the sound tearing itself from her as her whole body trembled, waves of heat pouring and pouring through her.
She felt Kanda roll them both over so he was on top, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he thrust into her fast and hard, and she had a tiny, third orgasm, a little shiver, right before he let out a shout of his own and yanked out of her, his seed splattering onto her belly.
She kissed him, tenderly, not caring about the mess smearing onto both of them (she’d clean that up later). The experience had been hotter and more amazing than anything she’d dared fantasize about . . .
She could hardly believe she’d been so timid and scared about it before, enough to have gone to Lavi for advice. But if she hadn’t done that . . . none of this would have happened.
Lenalee smiled to herself. She knew she owed them, big-time. She’d think of something tomorrow . . .
* * *
Komui was just leaving the science corridor, on his way back to his room, when he felt the jolt.
He’d always had something of a psychic connection to his sister. When she was in extreme danger, he *knew* it. He experienced a little bit of her pain, her fear.
This was similar to those times, a shock to the system so extreme it made him sag against the wall. But he could tell what he was feeling wasn’t pain, or fear. No, it was quite the opposite.
“Lenalee,” he said out loud. “No . . . no, somebody couldn’t have done that to you! How could anyone have seduced my baby sister . . .”
He turned and ran back toward his lab. He had suspects as to who might have done this, and they would be dealt with.
* * *
Things were rather quiet among Komui’s team that night. Jerry, his kitchen duties finished for the night, had dropped in for a visit, and was chattering with Reever over a pot of tea the chef had brought with him.
Johnny was playing a game of chess with 65, who wasn’t quite as challenging a partner as Suman Dark, but who would have to do since Suman was out in the field at the moment.
The calm was shattered when Komui stormed into the room, pushing the door open so hard that it hit the wall with a crash, rebounding back almost hard enough to hit the section chief in the posterior.
“Someone has *violated my sister*,” he announced in a voice akin to a prophet proclaiming doom from a mountaintop.
At those words, all hell broke loose. People jumped up from tables, rushing around the room. Komui just stood there, glaring at them, pointing an accusing finger.
“One of you knows who it was!” he said. “Somebody must have seen the person!”
“It wasn’t me!” Reever said. “You know it wasn’t!”
“It-it-it wasn’t me, either!” Johnny said, cringing in a corner.
Komui shot a glare at 65. The bloblike creature let out a squawk and flattened itself against the wall.
“I’m going to find out,” Komui said, his eyes taking on the demented gleam of a madman on the verge of launching a world-destroying machine. “And when I do . . .” He rushed out into the hall.
The members of the science section just stood there, blinking. “Did you . . .” said Reever.
“No,” said Johnny. “I wouldn’t even dream of it!” The other technicians shook their heads, one by one.
“Well, I certainly didn’t,” Jerry said, looking perplexed.
Reever patted his shoulder. “We know,” he said. *Dead people know he wasn’t the one,* he thought. *People on other planets know.*
* * *
Word quickly spread through the finders, technicians and trainees returning to the premises after an evening out that Komui had gone . . . well, somewhat nuts. He kept grabbing random people and yelling, “Was it you? Do you know who it was?”
Rudy, a young finder who was romantically involved with one of Jerry’s chefs, was sneaking toward the kitchen, looking to meet up with his girlfriend, when Komui leapt out of the shadows and grabbed him. “Was it you?” he said.
The finder let out a sqawk. *Oh, no!* he thought. *I’m in trouble for dating someone else in the Order!* “I . . . I’m sorry, sir!” he said. “I didn’t know she was off-limits!”
“It WAS YOU!” Komui shoved Rudy against the wall. “You’re going to pay! Nobody touches her and gets away with it!”
“I-I-I-I’m sorry!” Rudy stammered. “But . . . but . . . I’m not taking advantage of her! Really! I’m planning to marry her when we’re out of the Order . . .”
“Married?” Komui shrieked, and collapsed on the floor, sobbing. “LENALEEEEEE!”
Now Rudy was utterly baffled. “Um . . . Lenalee? But I’m not . . .”
The fracas in the hall had drawn several spectators out of the kitchen – including Rudy’s girlfriend, an ample-figured blonde named Amanda, who saw Komui sobbing in front of her shell-shocked boyfriend and rushed toward them.
“Rudy!” she said. “What did you do to him?”
“What did *I* do to him?” Rudy said in a near-squeak. “He just about killed me!”
“LENALEEEEE!” Komui sobbed.
Amanda knelt beside him. “Chief Komui, sir . . . Lenalee isn’t here.”
Komui grabbed at her. “Who are you?” he said. “Where is she?”
“I’m Amanda Paulson, Chief Komui. I’m a pastry chef in the kitchen, remember? And my boyfriend had *nothing* to do with whatever happened to Lenalee!”
Komui suddenly stopped crying and looked up. “Boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Amanda said, firmly, taking Rudy’s hand.
“Amanda!” Rudy said, looking worried. “We could get in trouble for . . .”
But Komui scrambled to his feet, just looking flustered, ignoring the fraternization in front of him. “Then where is she? What happened to her?”
“Look, neither of us have any idea where she is!” Amanda nearly snapped. “Why don’t you ask Lavi, or Allen, or Kanda, those are who she’s usually with when she’s in the dining room.”
Rudy put his hand on his girlfriend’s arm. “Amanda, I don’t think you should have said . . .”
Komui reached out and shook the pastry chef’s hand, the mad-scientist gleam back in his eyes. “Thank you for the information,” he said in a too-polite voice, then turned back toward his lab, moving as fast as his feet could take him.
Rudy and Amanda watched him go. “What was that about, anyway?” Amanda said.
“Dunno,” Rudy said, putting a hand on her arm, “but I hope you still have that brandy in the kitchen. I need it. Badly.”
* * *
“Hey, what’s this?” Lavi said, as he and Allen entered his room the next morning. There was a big box on his bed, from one of the fancier candy shops in town.
“Candy?” Allen said. “There’s a card . . .” He pulled it out and opened it, reading it out loud. “Lavi and Allen, thanks more than you’ll ever know, Lenalee.” He blinked, confused. “What’s this about?”
“Um, I kind of gave her advice about something yesterday,” Lavi said, rubbing the back of his head.
“Why am I included, then?” Allen said, as he lifted the lid off the box. Both of them looked inside, and Lavi couldn’t help but smile to himself.
The box contained an assortment of candy-covered banana slices.
“Cmon,” he said. “Let’s go share these with Yuu.”
“Kanda?” Allen said. “Why would we want to . . .”
“I have my reasons,” Lavi said, stepping out into the hall, box clutched to his chest like a schoolgirl clutching her books. “Oh, good, there he is.” He rushed down the hall toward his fellow Exorcist, Allen at his heels. “Yuu!”
Kanda turned around and regarded them merely with a cool gaze, rather than a flat-out glare of death. To Lavi, this confirmed that he’d had a *very* good night the night before.
“What do you two want?”
“Want some candy-covered bananas?” Lavi said, handing the box out with a big grin.
“You know I don’t eat that crap,” Kanda said, continuing down the hall.
“Aww, c’mon, Yuu, they were a gift from . . .”
But before Lavi could finish his sentence, he felt Allen’s hand on his shoulder. “Lavi . . . I think you’d better turn around.”
“What is it?”
“Lavi . . .” He couldn’t help but notice a fear in his lover’s voice. “Turn around, *now*.”
Lavi turned around, halfway . . . and saw what looked like a giant metal spider walking down the hall toward them, its long, thin steel legs, jointed in the middle, holding aloft a bullet-shaped cockpit that had two lethal-looking weapons mounted on either side.
“What the . . .” Lavi said, reaching down for his hammer. Had an Akuma managed to penetrate the defenses of the Order’s headquarters? No, Allen’s eye hadn’t activated . . .
Then, a metallic voice boomed out from the thing, saying, “One of you *violated my sister*” as a beam of light zapped from one of the cannons toward the three Exorcists.
“Crap, RUN!” Lavi yelled, the box dropping, candies flying everywhere as he grabbed Allen’s hand. The two of them took off down the hall, bumping into Kanda, who had no choice but to run along with them.
The three barreled through the corridors, knocking down anyone who was in their way, casting anxious glances over their shoulders at the thing that was bearing down on them. “I’m so sorry!” Allen shouted as they shoved a chubby Finder out of the way.
The Finder stared at them for a moment, stared at the metal spider, and shrugged. “Eh, whatever,” he said. “Happens ‘round here all the time.”
“Hurry!” Allen shouted as they rounded a curve. “It’s gaining on us!”
“You think I ain’t runnin’ as fast as I can?” Lavi said, swinging the hammer over his head to activate it.
“Confess!” the voice from the metal spider boomed as another zap came, lightly singing the tip of Allen’s ear. The boy leapt away with a near-shriek. “Which one of you was it?”
“I didn’t violate her!” Lavi shouted. “Not directly, I mean!” A zap nicked his right arm, causing him to stumble into the other two, knocking them into the ground.
“Nice going, idiot!” Kanda shouted, grabbing the hilt of Mugen and starting to draw the sword. Lavi and Allen huddled on the floor as Lavi expanded his hammer, hoping he could crush the thing before it crushed or fried them . . .
Then, a streak of light buzzed past, and the legs of the robot collapsed, the cockpit crashing to the ground. The streak stood still and became a very angry-looking young woman, arms crossed over her chest, boots blazing with Innocence.
“Brother,” Lenalee said, tersely, “stop this right now. Nobody *violated* me.”
The top of the cockpit popped open and Komui scrambled out, throwing his arms around his sister. “Lenalee!” he sobbed. “But I was just trying to protect you!”
“I don’t need protecting,” Lenalee said, gently touching the side of her brother’s face. “Brother, I’m old enough to make my own decisions now, and . . .”
“Somebody took advantage of you!” Komui sobbed, not letting go of his sister.
“Nobody did anything like that!” Lenalee tried to make her way down the hall, but Komui continued to cling to her – until both of them were blocked by Kanda, pointing his sword at Komui.
“Nobody violated her,” he said. “Nobody took advantage of her.”
“Kanda . . .” she said.
“Nobody *violates* Lenalee,” Kanda said, the sword not moving. “She’s too strong for that. I know.”
There was a long pause, during which Kanda didn’t move, Komui just stared at him, and Lavi prayed Komui didn’t have some kind of golem-like wireless device that would make the canons fire remotely.
Then, Komui stood up, slowly, and said, “Well . . . what I sensed must have been just a dream you had, right? It was that time of night, wasn’t it? I was hasty . . . I shouldn’t have thought anything bad, should I?”
Kanda removed the sword and sheathed it. “And don’t accuse any of us of *violating* her again,” he said.
“I’m sorry!” Komui said. “Forgive me, Lenalee!” He clung to his sister again.
She sighed. “Just get this cleaned up, Brother,” she said.
As she headed back down the hall, she decided to let her brother keep believing he’d just experienced her having a hot dream. After all, she couldn’t imagine what he would think if he knew the truth.
Asking Lavi for sex lessons . . . watching Lavi and Allen have sex . . . throwing herself at Kanda . . .
*If anyone was the sexual aggressor here,* she thought, *it was me.*
And she continued down the hall, letting out a seemingly-innocent giggle, as the full deliciousness of that idea sank through her.
* * *
Later, people would compare stories of that strange night and morning. Komui’s behavior was usually blamed on strain and overwork, since he had been putting in long days in the lab right before the incident happened.
A few people even attributed his temporary madness to an odd coffee fungus that had shown up in a few batches of beans in towns around the Order’s headquarters shortly beforehand. Of course, nobody who subscribed to that theory came up with an explanation why none of the Order’s *other* coffee-drinkers went temporarily mad.
But there was one more curious thing about that morning that several people reported, and nobody came up with a plausible story for . . .
Everyone who saw Lenalee head down the hall that morning reported that she had a strange, sly smile on her face.
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I'll never look at banana the same way again...
BTW, its a nice story ^^
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It was beautiful though. And very hot. :D
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