Title: More²

Synopsis: Allen refuses to think about what Yuu and Lavi did the day before, when he realizes at school that the redheaded Usagi is limping.

Rating: M - Basically, it's PWP; thought the smut is a bit…reserved.

Theme: Eh, it's unclear. Romance and some humor.

Disclaimer: Katsura Hoshino-Sensei owns D. Gray-man. I think I've made my point.

"Uwah~, Yuu-chan, I can't —" A voice, usually full of childish joy lacked just that, heavily panted out.

"Che. How hard do you plan on making this?" Said eighteen-year-old sternly inquired, a menacing look hinted behind his currently glazed, sweating features.

The redhead moaned at the Japanese adolescent's movements — those produced by skilled hands, a laving tongue, dirty talk and thrusting hips — as he balled his fists unto the bed sheets beneath them. Tears, of what could only be considered out of happiness or from pleasure, brimmed and threatened to spill forth.

Despite his disoriented state of mind and impaired eyesight, he willed his field of vision back towards the navy-haired teen moving atop him. Whence, therein, he flustered a deep red, as Kanda hooked on of Lavi's legs over his shoulder.

His other leg, however, Yuu efforted to spread out to the side even more than it already had been; so he could gain further access into the deeper crevices of the redhead.

Immediately, Lavi cried out at his sudden actions, shaking his head against the pillows in rebellion vainly.

"W-wait, Yuu! I-I don't think my legs will —!"

He stopped his plea, as soon as he noticed the Japanese boy curiously gaze down at him, sizing up his current fear as cowardice; much like a predator would do to its prey.

"Tch. Just a bit more, Usagi." He less than half-heartedly cooed.

(Though, he felt his effort at consideration during sex still should have been noted.)

The redhead, who would have denied the other adolescent's attempt at further arousal, found himself, reluctantly, occupied.

— By moaning at Kanda's expertise of foreplay, evidently.

'God, you'd think his hands would be full of calluses, but surprisingly, they're not Allen!' Lavi would constantly remind (brag) to his younger friend. He found out in that moment that his Yuu deserved twice as much the appraisal he gave him.

"Ah, ah~!"

The redhead knew that he would soon regret allowing the navy-haired boy have his way with he and his lithe body, however; he also knew he would, at the least, enjoy every bit of it.

As he always had, no less.

"Ohayu —"

Sky-blue irises widened out of worried shock and bewilderment.

"— Lavi?"

The redhead looked up from his disheveled crimson fringes, lightly grinning.

"Yo, Allen!" He cheerily greeted.

The silver-haired boy made sure to take note of the glint in his jade eye, and the eerie, warm aura he seemed to exude.

"I—…Never mind. I don't want to know." He confessed.

He sent the redhead a deadpanned expression as the Usagi mindlessly ran towards a certain, serious-looking Japanese boy.

Allen also noticed that he was limping, despite how well he had concealed it to everyone else, all day long and that Lavi always blushed at the word "more." This is when he began to think over whether or not he felt comfortable enough to even prod around the idea of Kanda and Lavi having a relationship deeper that "just friends."

Shaking his head, he ran a hand through a lock of knotted hair, muttering as he watched them walk off, "I really don't want to know…"