"Nnrghh. My back is killing me..." The young male groaned softly into the pillow. What time was it anyways? Usually he let the sun wake him up, but the room was still pitch dark. The only time he closes the curtains, is when he is getting dressed. Occasionally he will even walk around his bedroom naked after having taken a shower or a bath, allowing himself to air dry. It was one of the best feelings in the world! Putting on clothes when you're all hot and wet was just uncomfortable, and so he preferred it this way. Now that he thinks about it, the bedding didn't exactly smell right. It wasn't bad or anything, but it wasn't what he was used to.
Allen slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times, letting his vision adjust to his surroundings. His body was facing the window, which is odd because he always faces away from it. Not only that, but he was also on the wrong side of the bed. He always sleeps on the other side! "Huh..." He rubbed at his eyes a bit to see if he was dreaming. Unfortunately it wasn't just his back that was hurting, but also his head...and his ass. This made his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, and he let one of his hands travel down to his inner thighs. There was this wet, sticky sensation that he couldn't just ignore; and as soon as he felt it, his entire body froze. "...?!"
His purple eyes widened with shock, and he quickly sat up and yanked the covers off of him. He brought his hand up to examine the strange substance. It didn't take him long at all to realize what it was. As soon as it hit him, he couldn't help but look at his own member. At first he wondered if he ended up having a wet dream, but that wasn't the case at all for he was completely dry there. Now he was beginning to feel even more confused, and the pounding headache he woke up with was making him feel sick to his stomach. "This isn't right. What the heck is going on?! This...this isn't my semen. It's someone else's... But who's? Who would sleep with me? And how much alcohol did I consume last night at that party?"
And then something hit him. This wasn't his room, was it? Allen inhaled deeply, hesitating to look over at who was sleeping beside him. When he did finally gain the courage to sneak a peak at the sleeping beauty right next to him, he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. Long, navy-blue hair was sprawled out across his pillow and behind him on the bed as he laid there, sleeping soundlessly. And for the moment everything was completely silent. His breathing had even stopped as he took it all in. However this did not last long at all, and he found himself shrieking loudly at the realization that he had just been fucked by the one person who hated him the most.
He stumbled out of the bed to try and find his clothes, but it was so damn hard when it was so dark in here. "Shit! I need to get out of here. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" He muttered to himself, while trying so desperately to find his belongings. Well he can't just run out of here butt-naked, now can he? Just how did this happen? He couldn't remember anything that happened after he got a few drinks in him. Technically he wasn't even supposed to be drinking in the first place! He was still under-aged, and so this never should have happened... And yet it did. Oh how stupid and embarrassed he felt. If anyone finds out about this, they will never let it go.
"Mm..." The darker-haired male shifted in the bed. His eyes opened slightly when he heard the loud shriek. Just who the heck was that? It wasn't possible that someone broke into his room, since he always keeps it locked. And even then, he would have been able to sense someone breaking in here. But at the same time, it was too close to be from the other side of the wall. And just like Allen, he felt that same wet and sticky substance on himself. It was all over his member, and even on the bedding underneath his body. Frowning deeply, he sat up and ran a hand through his messy long hair. Even he could smell something different about this place, and it didn't settle well with him at all.
He was about to kick the blankets back and get up from the bed, until he saw something white in his vision. They narrowed slightly to get a better look at what it was. After a few seconds passed, he was able to see what it belonged to... Or rather who it belonged to, that is. Instantly he felt his blood begin to boil, and he gripped tightly at the blankets that were, thankfully, covering the lower half of his body. "What the hell are you doing here, Moyashi?!" He seethed. To actually break into his bedroom like this really pissed him off. His gaze drifted down to the other's body, and noticed that he too didn't have any clothes on. In fact, it looked like he was trying to find them! His vision is quite good in the darkness, unlike a certain someone he really didn't want to see right now.
Allen froze at the sound of his partner's deep voice. Okay, so maybe he should have been a lot more quiet when laying his eyes on him for the first time. Well, now he can say that he has been inside of Kanda's bedroom. Not a whole lot of people can actually say that, so in a way he felt a little lucky. "I-I don't know, okay?!" He snapped right back at him. "I...I woke up naked, and covered in...in..." He couldn't say it out loud. Just thinking of the word alone made him cringe. This was so humiliating! How could he allow for something like this to happen?
Kanda reached over to turn his beside lamp on, right where he had his lotus flower was sitting, and let his gaze roam over the teen's body once more. And sure enough there was semen all over him... His semen. His body twitched at this, and it seriously felt like he was about to throw up. "Get. Out." He warned through clenched teeth. They just needed to forget that this ever happened to them. If a single soul finds out, then he is screwed. His reputation...gone. It's not like he held any feelings towards him whatsoever, so he had to make it very clear that this was a mistake and nothing more.
Well that hurt.
Purple eyes narrowed as he glared right back at the samurai. "You think I wanted this? That was my firs time drinking! Why didn't anyone stop me?!" He pointed a finger right at him then. "How did I end up in your room of all places? From the look of things, you raped me. You took advantage of me while I was vulnerable, and stole my virginity! You really hate me that much, don't you?! I never would have thought that you would stoop so low as to-"
"Shut up!" Kanda reached over to grab his sword, and actually pulled the long blade out of its sheath. "As if I would want to stick my dick in someone who is cursed! If you tell anyone, I will slice you into pieces. You hear me?!" He was seeing red. Never before has he lost control of his liquor like this. How could he let something like this happen? As he got out of the bed and stood up, he wrapped the sheets around his waist. It was all he had for the time being. Even like this, he would still fight off the Moyashi just to get him out of his bedroom. He couldn't believe that this happened. If he could, he would go back in time and prevent this from happening. He didn't even want to go to that party. Lenalee made him go! She said he would enjoy himself. Well he certainly did not enjoy himself. In fact, it was the complete opposite of that.
"Stupid Moyashi, I was drunk too! Clearly I was so out of it, that I didn't even know who I was bringing up into my room. If so, I would have thrown you off the balcony instead!" He took a step closer toward the naked exorcist then. Right now he really didn't feel like playing any games, and he meant it when he said that he wanted him gone! "I swear I'm going to kill him!" He thought angrily.
Allen brought both of his hands up, and started waving them in front of him. "S-so we didn't know what we were doing then? That's great. It was just a mistake!" He let out a sigh of relief. They were both drunk and slept with each other, not knowing what the heck was going on during the time it was all happening. This means they were both at fault here. "I promise not to tell anyone, Kanda!"
"You better not. Forget that this ever happened. I don't view you as a friend, let alone a lover." Bile rose up in his throat as he said that last part, and he had to swallow hard to force it back down. He stomped over to the window and flung the curtains open, finally letting the morning sun in. As he turned around to face Allen, he couldn't help but notice all of the markings on his body. There were small black and blue blotches all over his skin. As if there wasn't enough scars left on him, and now this just added onto it. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, and balled his hands up into tight fists.
"What did I do to him? I want those gone as soon as possible. I don't want to look at them for a second longer!" This was proven by him literally turning his head to the side to avoid his gaze. This was just one more thing to add onto his list of regrets. It was already long enough as it is! He sat down on the edge of the bed with his back facing him, and he impatiently shook his leg as he waited for the door to open and close. Only two minutes passed by before he finally heard that glorious sound, which meant he could finally get up and put some clothes on himself. But first he had to do a deep cleanse to get last night's evidence off of him. Never before has he scrubbed his body so much, and so hard at that. But no matter how much soap he used, he still didn't feel clean.
And he wasn't sure if he ever would, to be honest.
The two exorcists didn't speak a word to each other since that night, and it has been three weeks. Both were relieved that they hadn't gotten a single mission together... Until the day came when they were called into Komui's office. Neither one of them looked thrilled upon hearing who their partner was going to be, but not once did they complain out loud. Instead they complied with the order, and arrived as soon as they could. It was during lunch time, so of course Allen wanted to finish his food before having to leave and deal with that jerk. Everything was going great at first. He had ten plates sitting in front of him, and twenty bowls stacked at both sides. There was already an empty pile that had already started.
But as soon as he bit into something sweet, he gagged, and his stomach churned. As quickly as he could, he stood up and bolted over to the nearest restroom. From there he fell to his knees and heaved up everything he just ate. Allen wasn't used to getting sick. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he threw up like this. It felt like hours had passed as he just sat there on the ground, puking his guts up into the porcelain bowl. His skin was pale and clammy, and there was sweat rolling down his face. Still, he couldn't let this prevent him from getting a mission. That is why, when he finally stopped and got back up to his feet, he went over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face.
"I bit into something bad is all. This will go away by tomorrow, and everything will be fine." He told himself while gazing at his reflection in the mirror. His hand rubbed at his aching stomach, which he found to be very helpful. It helped soothe the pain he was currently feeling. Sighing heavily, he made his way out of the bathroom and headed straight to Komui's office. For some reason his heart was pounding away in his chest. Why was he feeling so nervous all of a sudden? Was it because he was being forced into facing Kanda after all of these weeks have passed by? That must be it. If so, then why? It's not like he cares about him. Okay, so he cared enough to not want anything bad to happen to him. He wished they could be friends, if anything... But that night ruined any possibility of that happening completely.
There can't be anything between them.
"Weird. I'm still starving, yet the thought of food makes me feel nauseous." Allen couldn't help but pout then, as he stepped into the chief's office. His hand was still on his stomach as he stood there in the doorway, trying his hardest to catch his breath. The sweat was still on his face, as he forgot to wipe it off. Even his knees trembled slightly as they fought to keep his balance. His hand gripped at the door knob, hoping it would prevent him from falling over. Did he perhaps stand up too quickly? Right now he felt so light-headed, and even dizzy. Still, he had to pretend that he was doing just fine. He needed this mission more than anything!
Anything to get out of this place for a little while.
"H-hello, Komui-san. Sorry I kept you waiting..." He didn't even look at Kanda. Didn't acknowledge that he existed, for that matter. Instead he walked right over to the desk, and took a seat on the couch in front of it. He even made sure to distance himself from the samurai as much as he possibly could. His hands lightly gripped at his pants as they rested in his lap. Hopefully no one could hear his heart beating away right now, or could notice the fact that his knuckles were beginning to turn white at how hard he was clutching at the fabric. Being this close to him was seriously messing with him right now, and it was getting a little harder for him to breathe. "Has it always been this hot in here?"
Komui blinked a couple of times. "Are you alright, Allen-kun? You don't look so good. I know how much you dislike going on missions with...certain people; but it cannot be avoided." He didn't want to say Kanda's name out loud. It wasn't necessary, since they all knew who he was talking about. "Not only that, but you have kept us waiting for a good while now. We don't have much time to waste as it is."
Allen hung his head low in shame. "I-I know, Komui-san. And I apologize deeply for keeping you waiting... I guess I just, I don't know, ate something expired? Everything I ate is now gone after having taken a bite out of the chocolate cake." He sighed. "It'll pass though. I'm perfectly fine to go on this mission, I promise." As much as he hated going with Kanda, he really did want to go. He has been stuck here for way too long. It would be nice to get some fresh air, and to sight-see.
"Well...alright then. If you say that you are fine, then I believe you. Now, let's begin here." The chief handed them both a map to look at. There were a couple spots circled in red of France, which indicated that there have been some Akuma spotted there. "I need you two to take care of this mess. Lenalee is already out on a mission with Lavi, and Krory went along with Miranda and Marie on another. I have no other trusted exorcists around to do this task for me. Timothy is still just a child, and is new to all of this. He cannot be trusted to go alone quite yet. And to be honest...no one can do a better job than you two paired together. You both seem to work perfectly well when put on the same mission."
He noticed how they both flinched, but paid no attention to it. "I want you both to go to France and eliminate this Akuma problem. If we leave this unattended, their numbers will only continue to grow. We cannot allow for this to happen. So neither one of you come back until you have completed things over there, okay?" Komoi eyed them both with a more serious look on his face, hoping that they understood things without needing to explain things further.
Kanda decided to be the first one to speak up. "I will pack my things then. But if the Moyashi slows me down in the slightest, I am leaving him behind." He muttered. In the corner of his vision, he couldn't help but notice the way that he was rubbing at his stomach. "Is he going to pass out? Hm, I wouldn't put it past him. He has always been a nuisance. After all this time that has never changed about him. Serves him right for everything that has happened. Hopefully he will be too unwell to join me tomorrow." A small smirk appeared on his face while thinking this. Yes, that would be perfect then! He wouldn't mind looking after Timothy, if it meant being away from the one person he really hated right now.
Allen grit his teeth together. "Excuse me?! As if I would slow anyone down, Bakanda!" He snapped. "Maybe you will slow me down! Ever think of that?" No matter how sick he felt right now, that still didn't stop him from picking a fight. It really couldn't be helped with what he had just heard from the other male. It made him want to go out and punch something! "Keh! You think you're so great. I can do that mission all by myself, so you can gladly stay behind!"
"Hm, please do. That way there is a great chance of you coming back in one of those caskets." Kanda stood up and tucked the map in his coat pocket, all the while making his way over to the door. Honestly though? He was fed up with seeing his face everywhere. He can't even eat his soba noodles in peace anymore! It pissed him off to no end that he couldn't just avoid him for a long time, or for good for that matter. Thinking of that night only makes him want to break something. Already he had to throw out his entire bedding, just to get rid of that Moyashi's disgusting scent.
He felt himself being shoved against the wall then, and he turned his head slightly to glare hatefully at the person who did it. "Don't touch me!" He growled. Why was he being so mean? Easy...he wanted Allen to learn his place. He wanted him to understand that there will never be anything between them. The only feelings he holds towards him are: hate and annoyance, nothing else. And those feelings haven't changed ever since he almost sliced him up the first time. All he is, is a cursed man who needs to leave the Order already.
"Or else what, you will kill me? Good to know that you want me dead so badly. After all this time, I really thought that-..." Allen paused to shake his head. "Forget it. You never changed. You're still a jerk, no matter how many times we have saved each other. Should have just let that Akuma kill me that time during our first mission. Don't ever jump in front of me to save me again." He let go and brushed past him, not having anything else to say to him. Why did it hurt so badly? It was like his heart was breaking from what Kanda just said. Would he really be better off dead? "..."
"I need to lay down before I puke again."
Kanda watched as his partner disappeared down the hallway, and reached up to fix his coat. He hated having dirty or wrinkled clothes. "..." Did he really want him dead? Guess he didn't think that one through before saying it so casually. It was both their faults that they wound up in bed together, so why was he putting all of the blame onto Allen? It was easier than accepting the fact that he got drunk enough to sleep with him of all people. And what's worse, is that he actually remembers everything that happened on that night. He dreams of it every single night, actually. Why he does confuses even him. Either way, it was only pissing him off and making him grow even more frustrated. They just needed to complete this mission, no matter how hard it will be for the both of them.
He stormed off into his room and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it behind him so that he wouldn't get any intruders. Kanda stared at the bed for a long while when he walked up to it, and slowly reached down to touch the mattress. Why couldn't he stop thinking about it? It is forever fried into his brain, and he didn't know what to do about it. One thing was certain though: he needed to keep himself occupied more. The more he distracts himself, the less he will think about screwing Allen senseless. He hated how this all made him feel. He just wanted everything to go back to the way they were. But deep down he knew that such a thing wasn't possible anymore. What's done is done, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
He slept with Allen Walker.