Disclaimer: Don't own D-Gray Man, so there's no way in hell I'm making money off writing this drabble.
Warning(s): Shounen-ai-ish. Serious Lavi?
Rating: T methinks.
Notes: Lavi/Allen was Saku's drabble pairing request. I went for a mix of style and subtlety with this one... And Saku inspired it last night. You might get where the ugly bit comes from. In any case, thank you for everything, love. Other things about this drabble...Lavi is 18, Allen, 15. It's before all the Tyki hubalub, and that's all I'm sayin'. Way before actually. But I don't think I wrote enough to worry about specifics, considering my drabbles are generally stand alone pieces... If you're confused just ask me questions. I'll do my best to answer.

"Ugly"

By Yodai Hiro-Ainohimitsu
at approx. 330 words

Written July 2, 2010

First posted at my LJ

For my Saku

He just held the boy while he screamed, rocking them back and forth. Gentle. Rhythmic. Like the pulse of one at rest. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. A steady heartbeat. A slow tempo. Even as Allen thrashed in his arms, smashing his skull against Lavi's chin. His tongue was bleeding. But he held strong, never wavering in the rhythm.

Allen's pale skin glistened with cold sweat from his nightmare, which had awakened both of them. Lavi wondered if the boy's cheeks were flushed, but he couldn't see. He felt the pain in his mouth. Tasted the metallic salt of his blood as he swallowed it. He felt the dampness clinging to Allen's white hair...felt it against his cheek.

Allen kept screaming. Lavi could make out some of the boy's words: Mana, ugly, Don't hate me, and Earl. The boy's anti-demon weapon was activated, his arm pulsing, red, and ready to take down akuma. Even though none seemed to be around at the moment. Allen was clawing at his cursed eye like he was in extreme agony.

Lavi kept rocking them, not breathing a word. Eventually, Allen's screams ceased, and the boy leaned heavily against Lavi, drained, weakened. He had stopped clawing at his eye, his arms now resting against Lavi's upper thighs, his weapon arm back to "normal" again. Lavi pulled Allen tighter against his chest, closing his green eyes, savoring Allen's flesh against his own. He could feel the boy's every attempt for air...Allen's back rising and falling rapidly with every heave. Lavi kept rocking them in Allen's bed. Just rocking them. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Until Allen could breathe again.

"How can you touch me? I'm ugly..." Allen spoke, his harsh, yet broken whisper cutting into the dark silence. Lavi didn't stop rocking them.

"You're not ugly, and even if you were, I'd still touch you." Lavi opened his eyes as he answered.

"But why?"

"Don't be stupid. You know why."

Allen remained quiet, and Lavi continued their rhythm. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Post-drabble Notes: I actually like how this turned out. Also, I'll get around to putting this up at ff dot net eventually. I'm kinda tired right now, and I got a long day tomorrow.