. Rabi & Kanda. I wrote this cause comiter
randomly brought up Rabi/Kanda comfort and Kanda's lotus. And she wanted fic of it. :3
Rabi hated that damn flower.
It was sort of a ridiculous thing, loathing an inanimate object. He wasn't even sure exactly why the thing vexed him so much. He knew nothing about it, only that it troubled Kanda. That was reason enough.
He'd tried asking several times, when their bodies were closely pressed together and resting against Kanda's sheets, sometimes in the afterglow of sex. It was a bitter subject, however, and the Japanese man would simply snap at him anytime Rabi pursued it.
Kanda's gruffness didn't stop Rabi from asking about it. Especially on nights like this, when he came to spend time with his lover, but found him staring at the wilting lotus with an unreadable expression.
Kanda felt the bed shift as Rabi's weight settled beside him. He knew he was asking too much for the redhead to remain silent, and he was denied peace as the redhead began babbling about something irrelevant and random.
It took Kanda several moments to realize it once the silence returned. As he snapped awake from his meditative state, he turned his head to look at Rabi, but the redhead wasn't there. He turned his attention back to the lotus out of habit, and his eyes widened when he saw Rabi standing far closer to it than Kanda was comfortable with, scrutinizing it.
He stood and immediately bridged the distance between them, gripping Rabi's arm painfully tight and yanking him back. His eyes narrowed at the other Exorcist. Rabi held up his hands defensively until Kanda released his grip, his ponytail whipping around his head as he turned harshly on his heel back to the bed. The redhead followed him.
"It has something to do with that tattoo, doesn’t it?" Rabi asked, his tone timid but somewhat insistent.
"Shut up. Drop it."
"Yuu, will it really hurt to just t—"
"Drop it," he growled.
Rabi mumbled an apology and joined him on the bed. Moments later, he was pushing the Japanese man flat onto the mattress and crawling over him. He leaned in to take his lips, but stopped abruptly.
"Why won't you ever talk about it? What's the harm?" Rabi asked again, sitting up. He rested his weight on the other man's hips, which made Kanda squirm under the pressure. "Whatever that thing does pisses me off. Why can't you just give in and tell me so I can try to help you? You're so stubborn. So prideful."
Kanda groaned and rolled his eyes. "And you're incorrigible. Didn't I tell you to drop it? Don't I always tell you to drop it?" He lifted his hips against Rabi as a distraction. "You stopped," he growled, tugging Rabi down for a kiss. Maybe it would make him shut up.
Rabi pulled back from the kiss, yanking Kanda's grip from his shirt and ignoring his attempts to change the order of the conversation. Or rather, his attempts at ending it. "Yes, you do, every time," he replied dryly. "I'm stubborn too, though. You know that. The fact that whatever it is upsets
you bothers me even more."
me?" he asked, his gaze sliding to the side. "I don't let down defenses long enough for such a thing to happen. You're mistaken."
"You let them down with me," he said, then quickly added, "sometimes."
Kanda's eyes snapped back to the redhead, flashing warningly. Rabi didn't falter. "Whatever," he said brusquely, looking away again.
"I hate that word. I hate it so much," was Rabi's reply, half-joking. He shrugged it off and continued his prying. "Does it have something to do with the way you heal so quickly? It is
connected to the tattoo, isn't it?" His words were accompanied by butterfly-light kisses against Kanda's neck, and his fingers traced the perfect pattern of Kanda's tattoo over the fabric where it would be.
Kanda tilted his head back and grunted indifferently.
Rabi had grown used to that sort of response. It meant Kanda wouldn't admit Rabi was right, but wouldn't blatantly lie to him either. "It does, then," the redhead said victoriously, ignoring the way the other man rolled his eyes yet again. His arms circled around Kanda's neck and he let his weight rest fully against the Japanese man. "That's all I'll ask for now, then. I'll figure it all out one day, and protect you from whatever kind of awful thing it does," he said, nodding matter-of-factly.
"...che." Kanda's cheeks warmed a bit despite himself. "I don't need you to protect me, idiot."
Rabi simply laughed and kissed him.