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Thanks to Anonymussy for the review that kicked my ass back into gear. I won't bother explaining why this chapter is late, but know I'm sorry.

Moving on: finally, the porn! (A little half-assed, but existent.) Apologies in advance for the cliché/rushed ending.

Also, slightly OOC Kanda, there really wasn't a way for him to do this IC.

Sunday was one day that Kanda usually didn't mind.

All the churchy Order members (which really meant about eighty percent of the inhabitants) got up practically at sparrow's fart to think devout things and participate in group warbling. At least, that was what Kanda idea of 'going to church' was.

In that respect, this Sunday was exactly like all the rest and an unhealthy percentage of the order were down on their knees.

The distinguishing characteristic for this Sunday was a mere knock on Yuu Kanda's door.

"Kanda~" Lavi's whine floated through the door, "let me in, honey."

"Fuck off." Called Kanda, not bothering to get out of bed.

"I can't, Komui's orders."

Shit, thought Kanda, slipping out from under his comforter as slowly as he could manage, making Lavi wait as long as possible. At least I'll have an excuse if anyone asks why there's Rabbit strung up along the corridors.

"Hurry up, Yuu."

Or maybe I'll just flay him.

Kanda reached the door, realising too late that he'd slept shirtless that night.

Lavi's eyes slipped over the tracks of muscle, pausing at his pert nipples and again at the waistband of his loose, grey pyjama pants, sweeping from side to side in order to appreciate the unrestrained strands of Kanda's obsidian hair. The future Bookman veritably purred as he moved his gaze back to the samurai's face, taking in the baleful look. He took a brave step forward, standing deliberately on Kanda's side of the door.

"Ooh, Yuu. Roses are red, violets are fine, but if you'll be the six, I'll be the nine."

Lavi squawked as Kanda yanked the doorhandle towards him, using the door to pull Lavi inside. Quickly he stepped up to the future Bookman, pressing himself up against the redhead and landing a firm kiss on Lavi's lightly chapped lips.

He stepped back, hands on hips, head cocked. The lack of volupture through the chest was all that kept him from looking like a pissy housewife.

"You are going to explain something to me, Rabbit. What in the name of all that is sacred does Komui Lee, laziest scientist to ever enter the Order, want with me at five thirty in the fucking morning?"

Lavi grinned back at him, reaching a hand out to Kanda. "Easy, you wouldn't have let me in if I told you anything else. Now come back here, Yuu."

Fuck, I fell for it, groaned Kanda inwardly.

"Don't bloody call me Yuu."

He moved back to the redhead, though only because he'd found Lavi to be a decent kisser, not because he'd been invited to, and once again pressed a less than chaste kiss to the future Bookman's soft lips.

After only a brief second, he began to trace Lavi's jawline with his mouth, pausing when he reached his ear. After being antagonised for an entire week, by a more than slightly sexy Rabbit, Kanda was more than ready to break.

"Roses are red, silence is gold, get on your knees and do what you're told." The words fell slowly from Kanda's lips right into the redhead's ear, punctuated with a soft nip the earlobe.

Lavi moaned, slipping his arms around the samurai and pulling him in close, drawing nonsense circles along his back.

Kanda gasped as those same arms moved down to clamp around his hips, motion followed by the rest of the Rabbit. He'd only meant to assert dominance with his comment, he never anticipated Lavi taking him seriously.

The redhead pushed his fingers over the grey material of Kanda's sleep pants, lightly massaging the sensitive skin of the samurai's inner thighs.

A green gaze watched the reflection of itself in his own green pupils as the future Bookman pressed a kiss to his still clothed groin, effectively increasing the tempo of the samurai's breathing.

Lavi began to wend his way back up Kanda's body, pausing to nip, kiss and caress as he brought himself back to eye level with the Japanese man.

The future Bookman chuckled slightly at the look on Kanda's face.

"What? You really thought that I'd just let you tell me where to go simply because you're finally on board? If I didn't listen before, why would I listen now?"

The samurai would have snarled, but his mouth was so busy keeping Lavi's tongue from between his teeth that he couldn't quite remember why snarling was warranted.

He'd be damned if the Rabbit took control of the kiss – it might give him ideas of what else he could dominate.

The kiss continued and the redhead would wait until he thought that Kanda was sufficiently distracted and again trying to slip his tongue in, but every time, the samurai declined, as obstinate sexually as in battle.

Tiring of the intermittent breaks in the kiss where Kanda was forced to purse his lips to refuse the other man's tongue, he pulled back, turning his attention back to abusing the other's jawline. He found mild vengeance in gently using his teeth to nip along the alabaster skin.

The nips turned into a bites, and a short purr echoed from Kanda. The samurai responded by sinking his nails into the tan skin of Lavi's hips.

"Aww, would the sex kitten like some milk?"

"Shut up, Rabbit." Cursed Kanda, deciding that it Lavi was coherent enough to think up lines, then that was something he was definitely going to change. He bit down on Lavi's neck, keeping the pressure just barely on the right side of pleasure, though remaining latched on just long enough to remind the Rabbit whom his erection was pressing into. His hands were not idle, tracing the future Bookman's chest arbitrarily.

"I thought I wasn't, ugh, getting any? Yuu~" Lavi's tongue curled and his voice cracked as Kanda's lithe fingers pushed his waistband aside with no mind for the sensitivity of the redhead's rosy shaft, tone breaking again as the dark haired man trailed a nail over the shining slit.

Kanda might have tried to answer, but Lavi never really cared about that possibility. He saw the beginning of a scowl creep onto the samurai's face and made the decision to kill that particular party right there: the Japanese man never knew when to shut up and take it like a man.

Or, in this case, like a women.

Yuu Kanda may be the closest thing to demonic in the Order, but submissive didn't look good with red hair.

Lavi stepped back from Kanda, kicking off his pants. With an agility that the obsidian haired male hadn't realised the future Bookman possessed, the redhead dropped before him, gloved hands grasping the curve in his back and the backs of his knees as he was swept, princess style, up into surprisingly strong arms.

Having asserted his dominance in the situation, Lavi deposited Kanda on his rumpled bed, kicking the duvet away and bending to meld his lips with the other man's.

Seeming to accept at least a temporary defeat, the Japanese man allowed Lavi to strip him, glaring at the redhead until he was similarly, well *attired* isn't the right word.

The future Bookman's hands tangled around themselves as they kneaded, pumped and *stroked* and *oh, fuck*.Kanda didn't care anymore that first time bottoming was a bloody painful not to mention pathetic idea. Those hands, so damn talented that they simply could not have anything to do with holy work, would be involved.

Their kiss continued and one of the samurai's hands found Lavi's member, the other muddling in his hair, though he was too distracted to pay heed to what exactly he was doing with his appendages, having only barely registered their location. The redhead panted into his mouth though, lips spitting some unknown, uncared about word into the obsidian haired's mouth.

Kanda decided to assume that it was pleasure and not pain that initiated the reaction.

For all he cared, the Rabbit could write a fucking complaint letter to management, if he had an issue. Not like he'd care enough to read it by the time it made it to his desk.

For no reason Kanda could discern, Lavi swept the hand from his dick, pinning it above his head, somehow keeping their lips conjoined, though the missing pressure on his shaft was nothing he appreciated. The redhead lowered his groin to the samurai's, thrusting deeply against his partner. The contact was met with a desperate rutting as the samurai lost himself in the combination of the friction of the rough woollen bedsheet below him and the silk of Lavi's skin. Though even in that moment, Kanda would never have admitted to any of it. He would later ignore his actions by taking some pleasure in the fact that the half-assed fight for seme was a stalemate.

And it was like that, man flesh stroking man flesh, that they came, not quite at the same time, but close enough.

Kanda, of course, tried to sit up immediately, shoving afterglow into the compartment in his mind that contained 'Rabbit-related shit'.

But the Rabbit pulled him back, whispering words that made the theoretically stoic man blush faster than their recent tryst had.

"See these arms, Yuu? They're dying to be wrapped around you."

At present, no, Kanda couldn't see those arms, as he was already being enveloped in them.

He couldn't quite care that he didn't mind.