Just an eventual Laven (eventual meaning by the end of the chapter) fic.

Might write another chapter if the inspiration bunny visits.

Thanks to Lai Jun Chen for beta-ing this

Rated M for Yaoi fun. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: If I owned DGM I wouldn't be writing fanfics.

Lavi was frustrated.

He was bored out of his mind and could sense nothing on the metaphorical horizon which would alleviate his sorry state. Everyone who he found even remotely interesting was either on a mission or occupied by some kind of official or administrative duty. Even Bookman was busy: Chief Komui had needed information on something or other and had called his laconic master away.

Sighing, Lavi cast himself down upon his messy bed, letting his limbs fall as they would and allowing his sigh to lengthen into a drawn out huff. His left hand draped across his groin and he warmed a little at the unconscious suggestion. Bookman was out after all, and experience had taught the exorcist that he wouldn't be returning anytime soon. And it had been a while, sad proof in the way his currently flaccid friend was beginning to take interest at the barest suggestion from his own hand.

He glanced toward the door, not really expecting anything about the slab of wood to have changed, but out of force of habit, weirdly needing to confirm that yes, the door was closed. He wriggled around a bit, shuffling up to the bed head and moving under the blankets; if only to give him the 'I was asleep' option, should he be interrupted.

Rolling onto his side and staring hard at the drawn curtains, Lavi began to let his mind drift. When left idle like this, it never took particularly long for his teenaged mind to shift to sex. He sifted through the snapshots of potential fantasies his mind presented without really wanting any of them. Boobs, bigger boobs, blonde Finder he'd had a short term crush for, boobs. Mentally slapping himself for unoriginality, Lavi began to concentrate on the blonde Finder, Amy. Feeling vaguely like some sexist pervert, he began to augment her breasts and make her shorter. Lavi had always liked being the taller partner in his severely limited history of sexual escapades.

Closing his eyes, Lavi focused on his fantasy: mentally, he strode into the showers, shucking off his once fluffy towel and walking up behind a fictional Amy of ridiculous proportions. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her neck. She turned around to face him, the pink nipples bouncing on the ends of her enormous breasts rubbing against his navel causing a lethargic blood rush to start. Entirely too lethargic, real time Lavi thought, wondering why this wasn't working properly. In his fantasy, Amy began to kiss him. Hard, fevered kisses that were doing more for her than for him. Trying to get into the scene, Lavi slid his hand up her wetly slick stomach, cupping her left breast quickly before moving up to thumb the nipple.

Amy groaned, the blood flow increased, enough to get him to half mast, though not enough to keep himself from being as frustrated as his fantasy allowed. Fantasy Lavi continued teasing moans from an unrealistically loose Amy as real time Lavi tried to figure out what was wrong. A straight teenage boy having a fantasy involving a hot, naked women who was allowing him (if only in his own mind) to ravish her. Where were his damned hormones when he needed them?

He'd just have to get more into it, Lavi decided. Kissing his companion with more force and sliding his other hand up to her other breast, he rubbed her nipples. Frustration led him to knead them more violently than he would if it were real time Lavi and not fantasy Lavi who was watching the way her soft flesh bulged over his hands. Hands which were, he thought, entirely too small for the current task. Amy, however, neither noticed nor cared, if her response was any indication. Pressing herself forward, she muttered something he didn't care about into his shoulder before returning to his mouth.

Still not getting the response he wanted, he decided to try something new.
"Amy..."
"Mmmm."
"I want you to suck me off."
"Anything for you, Lavi."

The voice which Amy used then, not really much lower, but definitely more masculine and familiar jarred Lavi a little, though not enough for him to open his eye to investigate, he liked this voice better. He closed his eyes as she began to kiss her way down him, pushing herself against his form until she reached the mess of prickles adorning his favourite area. As she licked around the base, he shoved his hand into her hair, not registering how much shorter and softer it had become.

"Impressive," Amy husked in her new voice, "Thicker than I imagined."

With eyes still shut, lest he ruin what was starting to work, Lavi urged her head up, pressing a kiss to lips that had flattened out and become thinner. Confused, he felt his way up her abdomen, or rather, his abdomen. Her inflated chest had shrunk to a flat expanse, featuring the shallow indentations of muscle and rosy twin nipples. He kept his newly opened eyes trained on the chest area, not wanting to raise his head any further for fear of having to admit that this straight teenage boy might not be quite so straight after all.

"Lavi, is something wrong?" whispered the boy opposite him, and it was definitely a boy, unless Lavi was mistaken about the generous and attentive shaft between his partner's legs.

"N-n-no," Gasped Lavi, as a wet tongue slid over his ear and down his neck, God, had this really been what he'd wanted the whole time? Though, if he'd known how sinfully good it would be, worlds better then with even the most flexible of female imaginations, Lavi would certainly have been doing this from the beginning.

Taking a breath, Lavi brought his eyes to the pale boy's face. Allen's slate eyes stared back, so foggy with lust that Lavi felt his blood begin to gallop to his now fully awake member. Sliding his fingers into Allen's damp, snowy hair, he pushed the smaller boy back towards the shower wall. Joining their lips, Lavi gently pushed his arousal into the other boy's, the answering gasp pulling both real time and fantasy Lavi's into pleasure spins.

Real time Lavi decided that now was an ideal time to start paying attention to his neglected erection, which Allen had roused in a way that Amy (real or imagined) never could. Shimmying out of his pants, he used the damp circle on his underwear to spread the slick spot over his hardness. Done with that, he pushed his underwear fully down and kicked it to wherever his pants had landed. Slowly running his hand up his leg, he returned to the imaginary shower.

Allen groaned as Lavi flicked his hips forward to pin the younger exorcist between him and the wall. Bringing his left hand to Allen's chest, he traced a pink nipple, rubbing his fingers in circles before giving the pert bud a gentle squeeze. Allen responded with a sharp thrust, running his hands up Lavi's back. He started as Allen pulled away from his mouth, dropping quickly to the floor and running a hand over his arousal. Lavi moaned when Allen's fist was replaced with a warm, talented mouth. The sight of Allen's look of concentration, adorned with that silken, soaked hair bobbing deftly against his thighs made real time Lavi's balls begin to tighten. He grunted as he used fantasy Allen's willing mouth to inspire his quickening hand. As the younger boy's tongue slid over the slit of fantasy Lavi's cock, real time Lavi felt a salty white mess spill from the end of his weakening hardness, pooling on the mattress beneath him.

Lavi lay still. He had lost his concentration on his fantasy while he was being rocked by his climax. Rolling over, he tried not to think about what getting off on the image of one of his close male friends meant.