[closed] Knock Me Out & Watch Me Drown

[lotusmesenpai]

Who: Kanda & Itsuki | Kanda & Lavi
Where: Eulogy and Noah (their ship)
When: Week 2, Night of Day 2
Summary: Monks are useless so it's time to find alternative sleep methods.
Restrictions/Warnings: Cursing, because Kanda.

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[lotusmesenpai]

Three and a half weeks now? And more books?

[Snorting at that, he leans his free hand down beside Lavi's elbow, to better stabilize himself - and inadvertently closing the distance that little bit more between them. As he does so, a slow smirk pulls at his lips in answer to that sly expression.

(A look that, unexpectedly, he finds a little too enticing in this moment. One that is quite nearly enough to draw him even further in.)

Clearing his throat, he snaps his gaze up from the curve of Lavi's lips, the barest hint of something utterly unfamiliar - embarrassment at being distracted, at the alien flicker of anticipation teasing his awareness - tinging pale skin with the faintest hint of rose. There's a slight lift of his chin, as if defiant of the fact, though the smirk doesn't waiver. Much.]

So how does this improve my life, hm?

[His voice, lower than usual, is little more than a curious whisper. ]

[inksplashes]

[ It's panic, pure and inelegant in its truest form, which guides his reaction. One moment he's fighting off the nervous fliers in his gut and the next he's so close to Yu that he can feel the faint eddy of warm breath.

And that, although startling and a little awe-striking, is bearable. Liveable, if he just lowers his sight and ignores the way he can feel the other's dilated gaze studying him.

What's not tolerable, however, what spurs his anxiety into a childish pantomime and panic, is that blush.

(The science of as much is basic enough, he can trace its origins to reasonable conclusions--a drugged mind, an intoxicated body, the flow of blood mitigated by narcotics..

But none of that does a damn thing to explain why he can't seem to stop looking at the dusty spread of pink on porcelain skin. Nor, he fears, does it provide him much of an excuse when he feels the heat rising to mirror that tinge.) ]

Well, for one, it'll stop me from doing this.

[ Which is the extent of the warning Yu will receive before Lavi leans back and pulls the pillow from beneath his head to volley it into that overly distracting face. ]

Probably, anyway.

[ Voice a little singsong to hide the shake of it, Lavi grins triumphant, the nerves within him quelled, albeit barely, in his belated retaliation.

(At least he didn't try to pull Yu's pigtails?) ]

[lotusmesenpai]

[Way to go, Lavi. Just smack your actually drugged and sluggish partner without real warning.

With a (now) muffled curse, Kanda is graced with a mouthful of pillow and teeters on the edge of maintaining balance before losing the battle, arm giving way to knock him down, the hand holding his to his partner's chest not loose enough to allow him to pull away.

Instead, he falls forward, face-down in the pillow provided, arm half-sprawled over Lavi...

And it takes a breathless moment, before his body shift, sprawls alongside Lavi's as the muffled sound of wry laughter can be heard.]

Bastard.

[Rather than heated, his voice is warm, hinting at affectionate, and heavy with the pull of sleep. He takes a breath, lets it out with a sigh, eyes never opening...

Fading.

Strong fingers curls absently into the shirt beneath his palm, brows furrowing as he shifts his head in a lazy attempt to push his bangs out of his face (to no success). He should reach up, move it.

But there's a weight on his hand, and he doesn't feel like moving it. ]

[inksplashes]

[ Mice and men and all their best laid intentions. His move had been a careless rebuke, an exit strategy given physical form, and for what?

To clear his weak flesh of its impulses, to drive his undisciplined sight from the source of temptation that threatened to break the perpetual nonchalance of his facade. And it had worked, even if not as effectively as he'd have liked, because the rising blood in his cheeks settles, cooling the paths of its travel until the pink gives way to ivory once more.

But it was no less an exercise of futility, because what is granted in its wake is just as, if not more, intimate. A hand gathered between cloth and his own, a body warm and turned to him in its steeply purchased repose--at least, Lavi thinks, he is alone to contemplate these things.

(He could wake and stir Yu to steal his freedom back, but the thought of it troubles him more than the closeness of now. The goal of this all had been for this end: to grant Yu a dreamless sleep where he can find peace, and the face of the man turned to him is nothing if not a picture of released burdens.)

Finally, a sigh on his breath, Lavi twists just enough to alleviate the pressure on his back, squeezing the hand on his chest faintly before releasing it from his hold. He gathers the haphazardly placed notes from the bedside table, pausing to spare a last glance at his partner.

Softly: ]

See you in the morning, Yu.