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kinkfestTitle: On the Care and Feeding of Exorcists
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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Innuendo
Word Count: c. 675
Summary: Allen's eating habits have changed. This causes Link no small amount of distress.
A/N: For the prompt D.gray-man, Howard Link/Allen Walker: foodplay - That was inappropiate, but didn't taste bad. It's meant as a sequel to Who Watches the Watcher? but can stand on its own.
Link put down his fork and discreetly covered his eyes under the pretext of scratching an eyebrow.
Walker was doing it again.
Or perhaps it was just his imagination. Just like it was his imagination that Walker had been checking him out in the shower the other day.
Well, if it was just his imagination, then pretending nothing was wrong was probably the best course of action. Things would pass, and they'd get back to normal--assuming that guarding a potential mystical threat twenty-four hours a day counted as normal. No one would even notice anything.
"Hey. You're not guarding the flock the way you usually do. What's up?"
No one who wasn't a trained observer with a frighteningly good eye for detail, that is.
Bookman's apprentice placed his tray at the seat next to Link's and started tearing into his bread and sausages. They both had a good view of Walker a few tables over. Walker looked mildly hurt that his friend didn't choose to join him, but soon distracted himself with his food again.
Link sighed and turned away. Lavi, of course, picked up on that right away.
"Something happen? Between you two?" he asked, pointing with his fork first at Walker then at Link.
"Nothing more than realizing that I can keep watch over him from a slight remove." Any more explanation than that would only invite curiosity.
Between bites, Lavi looked up at Walker. "Huh. That's odd."
"What?"
Lavi seemed to turn his attention to his meal, but Link was sitting at the right angle to see how Lavi's good eye kept flickering up to look at Walker. The fall of his hair would disguise his study from most viewers, and his expression remained that of a young man intent on his food.
"He's not eating. Well, not much. Normally, he'd have finished off four plates full by now. He's only on his second. He looks distracted. And he's kind of playing with--"
Link made the mistake of looking up just then. He felt his face go red.
Lavi just continued staring--not even bothering to hide his observation--and said:
"Whoa. That is one lucky carrot."
With a barely muffled groan, Link sagged forward, letting his head rest in his hands. He may have been looking at the remains of some boiled potatoes, but all he could see was the way his charge was absent-mindedly fellating an innocent vegetable.
It was very hard not to let his mind take the next logical step in the visualization process. Closing his eyes did not help in the slightest.
"If you think distance is going to make things easier... well, you might want to reconsider that strategy." Lavi sounded all too cheerful. Link heard the other man's chair slide back, and then a clink of china and silver as something landed on his plate. Lavi's malicious cackling faded as he walked away.
Link opened his eyes. Lavi had dropped one of his sausages on Link's plate. One end had fallen conveniently close to two small, round potatoes.
Oh, hell.
Well, he had been thinking that he didn't get enough on his first trip through the serving line. He hadn't picked up a knife, so he simply speared the sausage with his fork and lifted one end to his mouth.
Of course he happened to look up just then. At the same time Walker did. Walker raised his unscarred eyebrow slightly, but there was no other reaction.
For some reason, that made Link flush redder than he might have otherwise. Still, he ate the sausage, all the while very conscious of who was watching him.
As it turned out, he was very hungry indeed.
And the sausage? Much better than he ever would have expected.
Author:
sophiapRating: PG-13
Warnings: Innuendo
Word Count: c. 675
Summary: Allen's eating habits have changed. This causes Link no small amount of distress.
A/N: For the prompt D.gray-man, Howard Link/Allen Walker: foodplay - That was inappropiate, but didn't taste bad. It's meant as a sequel to Who Watches the Watcher? but can stand on its own.
Link put down his fork and discreetly covered his eyes under the pretext of scratching an eyebrow.
Walker was doing it again.
Or perhaps it was just his imagination. Just like it was his imagination that Walker had been checking him out in the shower the other day.
Well, if it was just his imagination, then pretending nothing was wrong was probably the best course of action. Things would pass, and they'd get back to normal--assuming that guarding a potential mystical threat twenty-four hours a day counted as normal. No one would even notice anything.
"Hey. You're not guarding the flock the way you usually do. What's up?"
No one who wasn't a trained observer with a frighteningly good eye for detail, that is.
Bookman's apprentice placed his tray at the seat next to Link's and started tearing into his bread and sausages. They both had a good view of Walker a few tables over. Walker looked mildly hurt that his friend didn't choose to join him, but soon distracted himself with his food again.
Link sighed and turned away. Lavi, of course, picked up on that right away.
"Something happen? Between you two?" he asked, pointing with his fork first at Walker then at Link.
"Nothing more than realizing that I can keep watch over him from a slight remove." Any more explanation than that would only invite curiosity.
Between bites, Lavi looked up at Walker. "Huh. That's odd."
"What?"
Lavi seemed to turn his attention to his meal, but Link was sitting at the right angle to see how Lavi's good eye kept flickering up to look at Walker. The fall of his hair would disguise his study from most viewers, and his expression remained that of a young man intent on his food.
"He's not eating. Well, not much. Normally, he'd have finished off four plates full by now. He's only on his second. He looks distracted. And he's kind of playing with--"
Link made the mistake of looking up just then. He felt his face go red.
Lavi just continued staring--not even bothering to hide his observation--and said:
"Whoa. That is one lucky carrot."
With a barely muffled groan, Link sagged forward, letting his head rest in his hands. He may have been looking at the remains of some boiled potatoes, but all he could see was the way his charge was absent-mindedly fellating an innocent vegetable.
It was very hard not to let his mind take the next logical step in the visualization process. Closing his eyes did not help in the slightest.
"If you think distance is going to make things easier... well, you might want to reconsider that strategy." Lavi sounded all too cheerful. Link heard the other man's chair slide back, and then a clink of china and silver as something landed on his plate. Lavi's malicious cackling faded as he walked away.
Link opened his eyes. Lavi had dropped one of his sausages on Link's plate. One end had fallen conveniently close to two small, round potatoes.
Oh, hell.
Well, he had been thinking that he didn't get enough on his first trip through the serving line. He hadn't picked up a knife, so he simply speared the sausage with his fork and lifted one end to his mouth.
Of course he happened to look up just then. At the same time Walker did. Walker raised his unscarred eyebrow slightly, but there was no other reaction.
For some reason, that made Link flush redder than he might have otherwise. Still, he ate the sausage, all the while very conscious of who was watching him.
As it turned out, he was very hungry indeed.
And the sausage? Much better than he ever would have expected.
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