[fanfiction: D.Gray-man] and Bruises Bitemarks
Title: Bruises and Bitemarks
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Pair: Lavi / Allen, Deak / Allen
Genre: General, Erotic, Introspective
Rating: Red
Warnings: One-Shot , Alternative Universe, Lemon, Yaoi, Non-con
Word Count: 7832
Notes: Written for the second mission of the COW-T, "Darkness."
began as a PWP is over ... so . Bho. I tried to make a more physical differences between Deak and Lavi, the way one sees the other and what Allen is among them. It '... like the prologue, I believe, a story that I develop later, quietly and sparingly, if ever I return to writing in a permanent position on DGM.
The title is taken from a song by Good With Grenades
It was a cold afternoon, the one that Sunday Sunday.
One weekend a bit 'gray, light dim and blurry. It could be seen through the window, which slipped through the curtains, to beat up on the boards of the wooden floor. Not even the heavy sweatshirt
that Allen had made that morning could keep him a bit 'hot.
"Damned heating. "Heard muttering behind him across the room. Then Lavi chuckled, guilty. "I think we should be content for now, Allen-kun ..." He snorted
, discouraged. "I wonder how do you go ahead on its own this house ... is a miracle that has not yet burned down, you think? "
Lavi repeated the verse before, even guilty ignoring the allusion to the small fire caused by him to school some time ago.
"HI BAN! " yelled jumping on the counter and brandishing a cigarette lighter.
And then the school was almost flooded by the sprinkler system.
"Okay. "Allen smacked his lips as to resume the conversation. "For this evening we can also let go, so I still have to study for the task of next week. He began looking around in search of the bag.
that morning had decided to go to Karaoke. Well, Lavi had decided to go to Karaoke, to do some 'casino-hopping and rattling here and there to make him nauseous, "and Allen had to take by force, under pressure from hopeful gaze-and arm-Lavi. Literally.
Then Lenalee had terminated, including bows and recommendations of various excuses, because of his brother. He felt alone, he said. Quite predictably, as a thing.
They had been in two. two of them.
Allen was pretty sure I know how it would end the evening, but had no intention to give satisfaction to another too quickly. He found the bag with the look, and subconsciously noted the small keychain yellow cloth that was attacked. Timcampi was still completely soaked.
"Ew, Allen! "Heard the voice of Lavi move, to mix and blend for a moment with the crackling sound of bed springs that were bent. He turned, and found him exactly where he had imagined, with the legs extended and ankles crossed. "You said, you next week! "He sighed. Scratched his head, rubbed his neck and gave him a look.
smiled. So
English looked to the sky, trying not to think about what usually happens after that smile, and gave him away, bypassing the desk chair to sit. He pretended to look at the window.
Lavi snorted. He moved on the bed and joined him, stretching out an arm for you to watch. "Still angry about Tim? "
" I would too if I had that day put on your scarf. "Retorted. Then he looked at him. The essential point of
a report of that kind, was based essentially on sex. Between boys and girls, who decided, for better or worse, like when and where it was the feminine part.
did not need, they .
Lavi also try suspected that a certain sadistic and perverse pleasure in denying.
between boys and girls, however, there was not much to say. For this
Allen gave up their revenge, for that moment-somewhere in his head but he was planning a nice game of poker ... even if it would end the same way, in fact-and it can be approached the red chair and dragging the body to the little that was enough to reach the bed.
The other took him by the hips and slipped it over his own legs, finishing with touch his face with his own. "I agree. 'He said, "For tonight let's leave the Karaoke ..." The
undid his pants, with an almost disturbing, and Allen got up just to settle his hand felt better-slip between the folds of cloth and tap pants, boxers and all that ensued.
"Mh. "He merely said, placing a hand on the nape of the red to make it closer.
Lavi smiled, still-Allen did not see him, not quite, but I knew by the turn of the dial-mouth had taken and tried to take his sweatshirt with his free hand.
failed.
"Ew. "Snorted, focusing for a moment on the other hand, the commitment to move between the legs of Allen, and he let it go.
English, for its part, tried to humor him. Bent a little 'back, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to have his head completely hidden by the cloth-Lavi felt a grumble just choked to a particularly bold move of his hand-and managed to sfilarsela, letting it fall to the ground with a thud.
Then came the shirt. But Allen had not yet warm enough-he knew that he would have had, and I would very much-it feel to take off, too. So when you get the chest if he felt he just stop Lavi, with a gesture. "Wait. "He muttered. But he leaned forward and kissed Morse-the-neck, pulling the fabric up to treason to the chin. And then further up, putting his fingers in his mouth and shirt, with a grin.
Allen tried to bite my fingers, and shooting with intent not exactly erotic, but the Lavi took off before he could do it. So the Englishman found himself among the top teeth, a little 'tense, until it started sucking unconsciously.
For a moment, the bloody hand of Lavi stopped moving. He protested, and did so with a groan of disapproval. "Get a second. "Said another.
Red grabbed her hips again, and lifted him up by his legs. Stripped him, taking away in one fell swoop pants and boxer shorts. She kissed his stomach-he allowed himself some second longer to get between your teeth and suck a little meat, just to the right to hear the voice of Allen panting slightly more strongly and then he did reside.
and began to touch him, faster than before. The other continued to nibble at the hem of the shirt, breathing in an attempt not to sound too loud-but ending with the palm on his shoulder, with his head propped on-foot to stretch your legs. Lavi turned slightly to kiss him, to put his face in the hollow between the shoulder and neck to feel his presence even more, to hear Allen.
The room door opened and a thin stream of cold air hit them.
Lavi froze.
Allen, after a moment's loss, he stopped in turn. He turned. The shirt's
escaped from his mouth and lay just on the chest, wetting it with saliva. Lavi was watching another, standing in the doorway.
No, it was not possible. was sitting on the legs of Lavi, so it was not possible. He still had his hand there, so it was quite possible. Not just a little 'blood and oxygen to the brain came back, he realized that this was Deak.
Deak, Lavi's brother.
Deak, the twin brother Lavi.
There was a long pause, embarrassed and uncertain.
"... Ew. "He finally said the newcomer. And she said the same voice of his brother, with the same intonation.
It was almost scary. Deak
entered the room, moving a few steps on the floorboards. "Boys, you could also lock the door, every now and then. "
One, two, three steps and sat down next to Lavi with a snort and a shrug.
Silence.
"Deak, you ..."
"Oh, yes, quiet, I'm leaving now. "Looked at his brother for a short moment, then passed the boy on his legs. It stared at him for so long and so intensely that the Lavi was afraid it would jump on him. Perhaps to strangle him.
Or maybe not.
Allen quickly lowered the top-right as he could, even managing to flare-and tried to cover himself.
"I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow will not go home. "
Although it was not the time to ask why Lavi was instinctive. A moment later he found himself mentally cursing his stupidity.
'Things to do. "Another said simply, still doing shrugs. She allowed herself a quick glance toward the lower parts of the profile of English and went back to square in the face. He smiled.
"Okay, I'm leaving. "Before
Lavi could do anything-he had half a mind to pull his fist, just to make things clear-Deak stood up, stretched and started to leave the room. When he was in the doorway, he turned. "Seriously, guys, next time to lock. "He shook his head and
finally went out, leaving behind a half-amused laugh.
* * * It was still cold.
was Monday, and once again the cold air to blow on the neck, creeping through my hair and the collar of his shirt. But it was a cold softer, less intense than the day before, because there was no fog and clouds prevent the sun's rays hit the ground.
Allen shook his head slightly, feeling a hint of a sneeze at the tip of the nose. She blinked and managed to restrain himself, startled by the chest.
was in front of the house of Lavi, preserved in arms, sitting on the wall surrounding the garden, with Tim in his hand. The squeezed wings, brooding, waiting for time to pass. Perhaps he had come too early. Or perhaps, more likely, Lavi had to be delayed.
closed his eyes and sighed.
When he opened them, had it before.
"Ah! "The
red eyes frowned, tilting her head sideways. "Buh. "He breathed, puzzled. And Allen realized that this was Deak.
not heard from him what he knew-eyed, perhaps, or maybe because of that air slightly harder, colder, which took on all the time, but what surprised him for a while, and then made him look away, embarrassed.
"Um. "He said.
"It's not here yet, huh? "Deak looked around, walking around on itself, then go back to where we started. He settled the folder against the side of the school and took a step towards the garden gate. "I later ... Tell me if you want to wait in, if not ... "Shrugged, turning to face him. "Oh well ... do as you wish. "
Allen followed him with her eyes, undecided. She saw him open the door, infilarcisi in and then watch it again. He looked away, sighed. Then the wall came down and joined him, almost running to keep them waiting at the door. Deak
closed the door and change of temperature was almost painful. Then he left him at the entrance, moving into the next room was to be the living-to-take off his jacket and bag. "You can wait upstairs. "He said after a while '" So much the way you know it, no? "
Allen found himself smiled awkwardly toward voice. There was a very accusatory note in the voice of Deak.
not answered, not knowing what to say, and began to climb the stairs. A first step, then another. Two more and then all the others running, not too loud banging their feet for short. He reached the room Lavi, opened the door and closed it, snorting.
"What kind of situation ..." mumbled, resting his head against the cold wood. He hoped that Lavi came quickly.
stayed there for some time, watching the room. There was the bed, just in front of him, and the desk, placed under the window. There was the closet, on the other side of the bed, and there were libraries. Books, many books. It was strange to think that a guy like Lavi had read so much. Seeing him, one could easily doubt that he had finished reading the instructions for the washing machine, given the strange state in which they were all her clothes.
sighed and grimaced at the thought. Once you set out to wash his clothes for him to spend the night there.
Thanks but no thanks.
Someone knocked at the door.
hoped it would be Lavi. He got up and turned around, placing a hand on the handle. He pulled and he found himself in front of his brother wrong. He wanted to curse.
"Oh ... hello. "
" Hello. "Deak said, moving a step forward to enter the room. Allen stepped aside, and looked tense. He hated that situation.
Strangely, as the two were brothers-in those two twins had - it was rare to see them together. Different classes and different friendship, Lavi and Deak out of the house did not seem to even be considered.
And now, continually coming up between the two was, like, really unpleasant .
" Of 'a bit', from How long have you been together? "
Allen closed his eyes. He put his hand before his face and closed his eyes. Yes, I swear at that moment seemed quite a good idea.
inhaled and looked up, surprised to find the red in the exact spot where the day before his brother was sitting.
"A few months. "
" How many? "He stopped
. "Ehr ... I do not know, four, five ..." he scratched his cheek with a finger, uncertain. "Anyway, we're just not together ..." Deak
raised an eyebrow. Then he lowered his head, staring at the spot where he sat. The raised. "Yesterday seemed to be very together. "
" Well, we ... "The phrase
broke in the throat. He did not even because it was based. But what stopped him was the look of Deak-like last time, a little 'hard, dry, so intense for him to twist the intestines.
"What is it? "
" Nothing. He cares for you, right? "
" Listen, non-"
The boy stood up, smiled, a thin smile, a little 'a grin, that exposing a row of white teeth as if they were ready to bite- "Right? " ended with the approach, perhaps a bit 'too much. Allen wriggling, moving first one side and then a step forward. He reached his desk, looking out the window.
Nothing, nobody on the street.
A moment of silence, a moment still, and felt the faint noise of the clothes that rub. Deak right beside him, resting one hand on the wooden table to bend a bit 'on him.
At the time, stupidly, Allen thought that Lavi had never liked his brother. It showed more or less openly, with gestures and words. He said it was a part of him that he could not stand, he wanted to just forget. Deak said that it was insensitive in its own way.
He said he could not feel.
saw a tuft of hair casually come into contact with her. He closed his eyes, clenching a fist. He reached out a leg to move yet.
"Lavi ... Lately it's weird. "A hand held out to him and drove back to the sweater and clutching his stomach. "And I think the reason is you. "
" Deak, listen-"
" ... do not you think so, Allen-chan? "
" Do not do it. "Deak
laughed softly. In his ear, softly. With the exact same voice, moving in the same way Lavi. The arm, which rested on the desk moved, slipping below that of English, lifting the little which was enough to join both hands.
Allen breathed. It was a damn absurd situation. Inspired, moved a step-boast-and forcefully and decisively broke free from the grip of the boy.
"Okay. "Put his hands on, to summon to remain stationary. "It's better for me to go. 'A Lavi to see you tomorrow at school. "At that moment
would begin to walk, peaceful, and leave. Would not have talked to Wash-there would be no need, there would be over-go home, nestle into bed and forget everything. Deak
sighed, with a resigned smile, and stood in front.
No, would not end there.
"You could go, of course. Or you could stay and show me what it is that you really like to Lavi. "
Allen back, slowly. He looked for a way to take time. He wanted to close the issue without anyone hurt. He mainly.
Deak was bigger than a few years, and higher. His arms were stronger, as well as the Lavi had, so it was an advantage. He thought he could circumvent il letto e andarsene, se solo l’altro si fosse distratto un attimo.
Si fermò.
Stava dando per scontato che Deak gli avrebbe fatto del male. Si diede dello stupido, respirando piano.
Sbattè le caviglie contro l’armadio, e il rosso gli poggiò un gomito sulla spalla, infilando l’altra mano tra il suo braccio e il corpo.
Allen si diede nuovamente dello stupido.
« Deak, non voglio farti del male. Lasciami andare. »
Quello rise. Gli si appiattì contro, spingendo un ginocchio tra le sue gambe. Ok, non era una minaccia verosimile.
« Non mi- » il ginocchio drove more, until it hurt. Allen clenched his teeth, trying to push it away. The
bothered. Which continued to show off that grin, he was annoyed.
"May I be like you, kid. Can I fuck evil - "Allen's legs are spread out too much, perhaps, because he ended up relying completely on the other leg. "-Or I can fuck well. "The knee
down, slowly, and the pain will lessen. "I can be Lavi, if you want. Lavi not be that difficult. "
Allen tried to push it yet. The pressed both hands into account the chest, hard. He failed, and with a fit of rage he tried to pull his kick.
"dud. "He pointed out the boy. The absent-mindedly touched her hair with one hand. "Well, after today I think I'll just Deak. "Took a white lock and pulled, forcing him to follow the movement. The smallest
clenched teeth. He could not think of anything. Something inside of him reminded him that he could have screamed.
No, definitely not. He was a man, not a damn girl.
closed his eyes, moving her face. "Hell, Deak! Do not be an idiot! "Deak
kissed him.
Before the chin, without ceasing to look at him, then his mouth. Pressed against him, lifting it a bit 'to join him, and kissed him.
Plan, not too deeply. Without malice, as if he were imitating the gesture in itself, rather than do it.
Allen would like to eat, that language. He tried to bite.
He succeeded.
"Ouch! "Deak withdrew, taking with hand to her mouth. Allen wriggling, almost tripped on the floor and walked to the bed. He found himself practically with a noose around his neck, so it did close the outlet of the shirt. Red pushed him against the locker, once again, making him slam his shoulders and head, torso and hips-button your lip with an expression of surprise and amusement. "Ouch. "Laughed against his ear.
But his hand shook his arm, hard. "Ouch. " repeated a third time in almost a growl and without happiness. He pulled himself and forced him to bend his elbow behind his back.
'Sm-'
He did the same thing with another, and finally found herself tighten both wrists, thin under his grip in one hand.
Allen had to bend my back to not feel pain, collided with the shoulder of the red. He pressed, with anger. At that moment
screaming did not seem so bad an idea. Deak
pushed him back against the wall, taking his chin in the fingers of the hand. Grazed his lower lip with his fingertips, forcing him to lower it.
"You could not bite this time? "He asked weighing words, thoughtfully staring at the mouth. He looked up, crossing her. A look that, if able, would be reduced to a sieve. Deak smiled.
Then the left face, his hand down below. Pants touched with a finger-claws and pulled the belt-and just undid a few buttons.
Allen held his breath, calm down to establish itself in the skin-feeling chills and shiver-and closed his eyes. "Deak. "He called it, reopen it. "Do not do it. "The other
would not listen, why should he? - and with a few blows of the hand dropped his pants to his ankles. "At the end of yesterday I could not see anything, you know ...? "The smallest
did not know what to say more. All that made him angry, so angry, and scorching-hot, but also fear.
He realized to be afraid.
When you put it under the hand of the boxer squeezed his eyes again, tilting her head upward. Deak took the opportunity to approach a bit 'more with the face, touching the neck with his mouth.
began to move slowly. Without even pace precise, perhaps just for the sake of touch, perhaps just for the sake of feeling the tension and fear against the skin.
"Ne, Allen-chan ..."
He opened his eyes. He realized that was not Lavi, and looked down Deak. He saw only the red hair, her head resting against the wall in turn. She felt his breath on her neck and beat them slip through the folds of the shirt.
Then, she heard him murmur floor, slow and sluggish, "You know then I apologize, true? "
He wanted to send him to hell. No, they wanted to tell him to go fuck yourself.
Instead he merely tightened her mouth, feeling the hand between her legs to take a firm and constant rhythm. The escaped a forced snorted.
"Deak, stop ..." you braced legs, instinctively. "Please, planting, 'The red pull out a quick kiss, in a moment. Stared at him, pressing his forehead against hers. "I told you to stop, Lavi! "They stopped
, both of them. He stopped
to get excited and the other stopped touching him. He found himself
to puff. Deak
smiled apathetic, in contact with his lips. "I told you, I'm not Lavi. Today there are only Deak. "
A door slammed. The distance, downstairs, maybe.
"The ..." carried it out instantly.
was Lavi. Lavi, the real one, the one that was always smiling like an idiot and that he was afraid of horror movies on Saturday night. The right brother, the one they wanted to let himself be touched, and he alone.
"Come on, is here! "The red laughed softly. Looked at him thoughtfully and uncertain, biting his lip. "Let's surprise him, will you? "
It took him a moment.
He moved his hand between her legs she had to back up to touch something metal. He opened the closet, moved her clothes and pushed him inside, always close tenendogli wrists against the flesh.
I nearly fell, his ankles caught in his pants.
"No, not -" cursed, feeling almost pinch your eyes "-Lav" as he is stuck in the throat. Deak turned him and pushed him against the dresser to the wall, crushing his face against the wood in order not to cry, and forced him to bend your torso forward. But that was not locked.
Locker Lavi was not particularly great. And less than two square meters, a chest of drawers and clothes hanging from the sides. He saw a black shirt, a sweatshirt, pants thrown on the ground and much more. Squinted, trying to free at least one leg of the fabric.
heard noises downstairs. Narrowed his eyes and pushed with as much force had to get rid of your elbows. The split would thereby continuing. Rammed his forehead against the wood, frustrated.
situation was too absurd, too stupid. It was not possible Deak's what he was doing. A thin tinkling
made him look behind him, as the position would permit.
saw a hanger on the ground.
Deak's hand.
A scarf and did not manage to achieve.
wrists pain became stronger and then suddenly subsided, and slow button, close by the fabric dry and rough against his skin. Deak put a hand on his shoulder and made him turn, once again, sharply.
smiled, a little 'gasping for hasty movements. He looked verso la stanza –aveva chiuso gli sportelli scorrevoli e aveva tentato bene o male di rimettere i vestiti al loro posto- e attese.
Quando tornò a fissare l’altro, con la schiena premuta a forza contro il muro e il bacino poggiato sul mobiletto, inspirò piano, piegando appena il viso di lato.
« A te la scelta, Walker. » disse piano, mostrando i denti in un sorriso cordiale che sapeva di ghigno. Allen bloccò il respiro a metà gola, sentendosi chiamare a quel modo. Era più formare, più estraneo. « Puoi urlare e agitarti, se vuoi. » avanzò di un passo, continuing to breathe quietly, resting a hand on the dresser in order to stick to him. "Discovered the small Rabi, if you prefer. Explain what we were doing. "He went on, tilting her face again. A lock of hair slid down without a sound. "You can be left, Walker. Not me. As I hear, can not kick me. "He smiled more openly, while heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.
The Englishman stood, stretching his legs and arms, forcing himself to tighten her mouth and teeth. "Wash is not so stupid. "He replied in a whisper, holding just the neck.
Deak was limited to waiting for another moment. "Who knows. "She touched his face with his other hand just putting your fingers through your hair white. Then came, rubbing against his neck like a cat. "... I want to rape, Allen-chan ..."
He stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes opening wide just by opening his mouth to reply.
The bedroom door opened with a thud, and ended with silence. She felt
separately, despite the situation and agitation. Despite the fear and anger he felt in his body, despite narrowed his eyes and moved his face to the side when Deak once again put her hand on her stomach and a bit 'deeper.
Allen felt the breath of Lavi, heavy and annoyed, he heard the sound of the rubbing cloth of his trousers to the rhythm of his steps a bit 'lazy and knew everything. The gestures, the usual bag dropped on the floor, turned the TV on a channel-case and everything that makes Lavi himself.
flattened still against the wall and pressed her lips together, trying to swallow a power node in his throat.
The brother had before he allowed himself a smile and a snort of laughter that he knew. He retired and left the right hand slides up to the neck from the nape of English, touching briefly then back to the profile to the chin. The plan squeezed between two fingers, just look down the mouth of the other lock-and sullen and pale-looking and then got up quickly.
There was another sound in the room, an exclamation tired of the same item that shared two different people. Deak
exercised a slight pressure on the chin of the smaller, forcing him to open his mouth, at least for a little ', while his other hand and began to pull down the strap of the boxer that encircled the hips.
The other stood still, merely look to clear and the other frightened and angry, promising mentally torture and threats and insults that he did not know even know how to make.
But red did not look at, perhaps not even felt the seething pressure that his body was trying at the same time to hold and release at all. Deak casually passed a finger on her lips and then Allen let him go, with a gesture a bit 'dry. A moment later, but abruptly pulled down the sheets, even forcing the body to follow the movement.
At the same moment there was a bang and a scream coming from the room, the TV and the sound was covered.
It was an absurd situation, paradoxical.
In another time, would have laughed.
hysterically.
Lavi was three, up to four meters away, but could not save him, help him, but was not really there. Because the air was heavy in the closet, and there was a ray of light to illuminate bends clothes and walls, and all that was wrong, it was strange, it was damn frustrating.
humiliating.
fingers thin and hot Deak rallied for a second time around gender of the youngest, barely moving. Back and forth, almost casually, stopping occasionally to slip to the skin taut and supple thighs and linger there too, for the sake of the flesh to feel tense and shudder at a touch.
In fact, the red just smiled and leaned forward, resting his forehead against the shoulder of the other. That response drew back to face the other way and just shook his eyes. Then his hand began
to move more vigorously, almost suddenly. With gestures drier, more precise, to Allen snatching a stifled groan and half held breath.
The other pressed a bit 'stronger my head against her body, rubbed her face up to his neck and kissed the top skin only once. "You have a beautiful voice ..." he murmured, a little later, in a whispered a little 'hoarse.
Allen still did not breathe, or at least to do so as quietly as possible, holding her face to the side to get away at least a little '.
realized with horror that he minded too much that there were noises in the bedroom, completely ignoring those outside, where he was Lavi, which could open the closet for whatever reason and at any time.
A couple of movements a bit 'more abrupt due to the dampening of the breath in my throat and Allen found himself snorting loudly unintentionally.
"Do it again, Allen-chan. "Deak laughed softly, kissing the skin-and then press them on one hand and pull back a bit 'higher-' E ' funny to hear you enjoy a little 'live for once. "
" Shut up. " the other did not turn around, simply press the mouth and chin against his shoulder, his eyes narrowed. If he was struggling not to scream and act like a madman to avoid being discovered, the other at least had the decency to rape in silence.
Red laughed again, a bit 'more openly. Allen looked at him, in a mixture of anger, resignation and hope, pain, not even knowing what to say.
He answered to the eye, thinning the smile. Licked lips and slowed the pace of his hand up to stop altogether.
Allen welcomed the cease-fire with half a sigh, close lips, swallowing and moving only his legs. He tried to lift the left knee and press it against Deak, to remove him.
I was so excited that when the other ran inside and pressed the hand under the knee with fingers nearly freezing a second groan escaped him, exasperated, holding and puffing again. The boy then had
lever on the leg, forcing him to raise it a little more '-no reason, for the sake of giving him trouble-letting slip his hand and then grasp again, more firmly.
Then he opened his mouth without a sound.
smiled.
'It went off five minutes ago. "He said quietly, sliding your left arm under the leg of the other, in order to hold the cabinet and let the legs remain straight and resting on him.
Allen shook his head, pressing her lips. "Do not talk, non-"
"Lavi there. "he repeated more forcefully Deak, boasted a smile replacing the frown annoyed. And he said in a voice so loud and clear that the Englishman found himself obliged to believe them, going against their own fear and panic.
"It's taking a shower, you know? 'The red side bent his face and raised his left arm, stretching until it can rest on the shoulder of the smallest. "It's always like that. Arriva, turn on the TV, you take a shower. "Rotating the wrist and touched his hair, strand by strand. "Then he will be back in the room, you put the computer and after a while 'call you. "
He drew back his head as he could and narrowed his eyes, just opening up your mouth. He tried to think of something else to calm down, to calm the excitement that pulsated between her legs painful and pleasant.
Deak spoke again and realized he could not get it, not being capable. Smell Lavi pressed onto the skin and flood the senses, he felt his voice be low and soft red as he walked over and rested his ear, and somewhere in his head, there was something that kept to repeat that after what was Lavi, a part of him-as unpleasant and obsessive-e could not convince his body that was not true, it was not fair.
The other laughed softly, for some reason, withdrawing his arm from under his leg and lowering the other, touching hips and thighs with the fingers, going back to the profile, alzandogli t-shirt to get to the meat.
"Stop, you've played enough, let me go , Deak. "that Allen was almost a growl, which started as a prayer and ended in a curt order and angry.
"First come, we finish first, Walker. "Replied nonchalantly the other, breathing plan. She kissed him again, without haste, neck, letting the tongue touch the teeth and breath long enough to mutter it once again.
Rise.
"But I advise you to hurry. "He added after a moment, moving up to his throat, forcing him to raise the breath against his face. "You know, your boyfriend will not take long to return. And I, to be honest, I'm seriously thinking of fuck you here and now. "Murmured the floor thinking, going back to touch the inside of the thigh with a smaller hand. Allen raised his
his back and clasped his knees, pressing against the legs of the red but with no success. It was so tense that the slightest touch reacted, despite himself, occasionally shaking his head, snorting. Then
Deak moved half a step behind, running a hand through his hair. He let out a slight sigh and clenched his fingers around the back leg of English, which briefly fell backward and landed with his back pressed between the wall and dresser.
The other leaned over him, touching his lips almost sweaty skin. "You know, Walker," she leaned over and smiled, glancing quickly. "I really think that after all this ..." he kissed her thigh and then went down, his mouth just one or 'more open to let a language they did jump in saliva and harden as never before "... I will return a saw to get me in here thinking about you. "
Allen was silent, trying to push back against the wall to get straight to silence. Red's kept both his legs still, aprendogliele almost to hurt him, just enough to not let it move. Kissed the skin and sometimes licking, slowly, looking low and fixed on him. The smallest
knew what he wanted to do-he knew with absolute certainty that it was almost ridiculous-despair and groaned, bending his back again.
"Deak ..." What
remained silent for a moment, then laughed. Piano, discreetly. "From that you make me feel so guilty, Walker ..."
Allen did not even have time to argue, kicking, screaming, cursing and insulting that the red-laid a hand on back to push it down a little and took her completely in the mouth erection, takes your breath away. He felt the hot breath of Deak mix with the saliva, the tongue on the meat and pass the right hand clutching the sides like wanting to be distracted, or perhaps simply for the sake of touch.
He arched his back and just forced to tighten their lips while inhaling through the nose and tried to ignore the obscene to the other, he knew-and he knew with the same certainty with which he had known what would just before-, Deak at that time was smiling.
just moaned in silence.
And then he did it with more force, against their will. He found forced to open her mouth, forced by the slender fingers of the other. Allen's eyes widened and she gasped, explains the wall.
He saw his arm and saw his mouth again, curled into a smile.
'Sm-'
"I'm not here for half rape, boy. "Retorted Deak, standing just by his erect sex. The front again, more forcefully thrusting her fingers in her mouth, bathing in saliva. Him unable to talk, take the chin to avvicinarselo.
He gasped again, almost trying to bite him. He felt the chest rising and falling, breathing heavy and forced. He felt tense and throbbing erection, skin boil, boiling, where the more it was touching. The hand still clutching his side's grip loosened slightly, running slow and distracted from the back of the leg.
"So you see at least a bit of work ', huh? "
Deak gave him the go jaw, with a gesture dry. Allen leaned to the side to face the reaction and narrowed his eyes, sensitivity to resume swallowing. Then lingered a groan, feeling the other fall on him, and almost coughed. So
Deak times with his hands. Occasions, with the tongue and mouth, with slow movements and breath hot from time to time he stopped, on him, then resume and forced to breathe through the nose for no groaning, yet.
Occasionally the red raised his left leg, still bent and pressed against the wall, to kiss and lick the skin from the thigh to the groin, sex, button up, sometimes in the stomach.
And there he stopped to bite, plan to tighten the skin between your teeth and wait until he can no longer resist and panting with the breath, trembling and uncertain.
Allen she wondered how much time had passed. When I would go again before it all ended and what would serve him to escape. To kill with their hands Deak and then run away.
She felt dirty. He felt branded, humiliated.
With red cheeks, fingers and clawed at the fabric of the scarf wrapped around and through clenched teeth, he felt weak and incapable.
gasped, again, with a little 'harder. He withdrew his stomach and one leg still moves, bending her face backwards, searching for air. Deak
maybe even saw it, perhaps not even considered it. He just continue sucking and licking, squeezing and spreading her legs, pushing her against the wall.
He moaned again. Narrowed his eyes, gasped again, gasped and fell back in another strangled groan.
Simply, she was dying.
And then the evil twin stopped to humiliate him.
As he panted, looking for air, that he stood up, swallowing her orgasm. He ran his hand over her mouth, staring, no longer smiling. Just curled lips and went up to him.
Allen had his mouth open, still, with tense muscles and trying to hold my breath. She bent her face to the side, almost as if to pick up at the sight of the other, tightening eyes. He found himself once again, a finger in the red mouth, this time against his dirty language. He did not even have time to bite the one that's still stretched her mouth, putting two fingers, pressing between the palate and teeth. "You're so ... obscene, Walker ..." Deak said after a moment, quietly. The smallest
groaned.
almost in a sob. He was going crazy, I felt distinctly. He felt his brain burst, his head hurt and tears pinched eyes.
His chest was startled when he was short on-air that he had not even made aware that he had held clenched-teeth and lips, sucking it not for the run-saliva.
And then his fingers moved away slowly, letting it breathe and pant. He was hot, and skin so cold that it seems dead. He heard approaching
Deak, once again, putting her hand on his head and drawing her to him-and held out as if in a quake.
A moment later the red kissed on the forehead sweating, breathing plan. "We're done, Walker. "He said softly, without malice in the tone of voice. He slid his hand over his back, without sfioragli hips, and loose, with Cleaning a gesture, the scarf that held his wrists together.
Then he quickly withdrew, fearing perhaps stirred up against the body of Allen, flattening against the clothes.
But nothing happened.
The Englishman stood still, breathing quietly, merely as he brought his arms to his chest, sore-voltage and swallowed. Deak
pushed aside the clothes and hangers, opened the closet door and let go a bit 'air, going out without looking back.
There was calm. A little
'everywhere, there was calm. He looked past all -Tension, shouting, humiliation, while leaving room for something so different, more morbid and heavy, wet air light of sunlight.
The awareness of not being able to go back - and it was something so painful as to be unbearable.
Allen took a deep breath, and slid his legs down. Place your toes on the ground, silently, and felt the muscles tense up the tension that still circulating in after everything that had happened. The
hurt the arms and hips, where there had Deak touched and tight, he felt there had to stretch muscles and nerves, the adrenaline as violin strings, and hurt his neck. He swallowed silently gather in the whole ground - one hand still tight against the chest to get so be sure not to fall, to stand in spite of everything.
was impressive, the change of light and color than just a door open seemed upset with so much strength. Deak's face, no longer grinning but no less strange, in light of the sun seemed something less dangerous, less bad - as well as the cabinet itself, that pitch black had become something less dark, less scary.
Yet was there-there-was that feeling of discomfort and tired of disgust that Allen could not just get rid of. Perhaps would have preferred to stay there in the darkness of the cupboard and behind those doors made only of wood and glue, rather than moving the first of a series of hasty steps that would lead him to face the rest of that day. It moves a
, pursed his lips and moved another. He settled his clothes with one hand, swallowing still did not believe-you could be so shocked by something, Deak and felt really no-where he was to remain motionless, his face cut in half by a ray of sunshine still trying to show intrusive - but now there was nothing to do, Deak was only the reflection wrong of something already twisted.
inhaled, Allen, closing his eyes for a moment. That was ok, everything was fine. He went out of the closet, thinking distracted concern that Lavi could see-see-at any moment, and then stiffened jaw and fists tighten the tension once again returned to pluck the eyes and nose.
The silence was so deafening as to be harassing, pressed against a glass wall so hard that your ears hurt. Moved a few steps forward, now make sure it can stand on their legs, and exhaled. So he walked, step by step, passing the window and a desk, bed and half the threshold that would take him away from that room. Then he stopped, because pride burned almost as much as her cheeks still red with annoyance, and turned to fix Deak.
saw him there, now holding out arms crossed at his chest and leaning back door still wide open account. Allen took a breath, she heard scraping against a dry throat, and started to speak.
"You better go, Walker. "But the other before him. Not smiling, but he had that kind of look of undisguised superiority that Lavi had never had, or who simply had never seen Allen. A little 'provocative and a little' languid, so that only the English felt it stifling. He looked away, with a sharp snap, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. He left the
room to walk fast and heavy, without running, going down stairs, if so many as to creak under the wooden planks and all the underlying structure. He reached the door and pushed it open, he stopped for breath, his hand tight against the handle so hard to be whitened knuckles, and then he closed it firmly behind us, the high-pitched noise that ensued after confirming that his flight so confusing.
and then ran, still crumpled clothes and disheveled hair, along the avenue and beyond, as far as his legs could carry it. With the cold air that pressed against his face hot, his heart beating strongly in my chest and my breath that he missed in his throat.
He stopped only when, above his panting haste and noise of his steps, he felt something vibrate. Background music, subtle and quiet as the notes of a battered piano, and Allen realized that now the phone rang in his trouser pockets.
He took his hands in stopping the breath that he could not control because of race, and for a moment he realized shaking. He saw the display the name of Wash-Deak's smile that came before my eyes like a flash-annoying and did not know what to do.
The music continued to raise the tone, as well as anxiety in her chest, and when she felt his hands morirgli responded instinctively, involuntarily.
He cleared his throat and closed his eyes at that part of the world where his legs had brought him and that he could not recognize the-sky so dark, dark fear from him had arrived the night before the time- and then brought the phone to your ear, pressing against his hair as white as snow in winter.
He hesitated, not knowing what to say, and in that exact moment he realized he did not want close relations with Lavi. She'd just answer the question with Deak, address that problem that seemed out of nowhere when in fact there had been morbidly to boil for months and months. If Deak was part of the life of the part-Wash dark and ugly that nobody ever wants to see-then did not have to do is deal with it and understand it.
hurt the stomach at the thought - but nonetheless took a deep breath and sighed quietly, breathing Lavi that awaited him across the line with ignorant and childish enthusiasm. He knew what he would ask him, and he knew what he would then answer.
"Hello? "
Nothing had changed. When
Allen fled that way so loud, Deak did not follow him even with his eyes, simply stayed put. She closed the cabinet doors, and they hissed silently in the back in place.
He settled the shirt, which was a bit 'wrong, and ran a hand through his unruly hair in nature. She left the room of his brother, his lips curling with no real expression on his face, and stopped only when he saw Lavi out of the bathroom after a shower, the door to just in front of the stairs that Walker was beaten so hard.
"When you get here? She asked his brother, his eyes expressing indifference as barely concealed resentment remaining from the previous day.
did not like watching his brother like that. It reminded him of a deformed mirror, something that he wanted to hide from all eyes and do not ever mention it to anyone. It was like looking at what would become, or was never completely.
was annoying, almost visceral. For both.
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