Lay me to sleep

Prologue

Muted footsteps could be heard. Almost a little clumsy. Probably it were rather small feet, that danced across the stone-cold floor, determined to make no noise. They were still heard, though, by the person who's bed and warmth, scent and tranquility were the aim of the person sneaking around. Before the steps were unerring, now they got rather hesitant, the nearer they came towards the door. Coming to a halt right before the wooden gate that separated him from his destination, the boy standing before it, laid his hands on it, before turning on his heels and taking three steps away from it. Only after that they turned around again and walked back to it.

A quiet knock but now answer came.

A second knock, but there was no answer to be heard.

The third time the boy knocked, though, the room's owner decided to invite his visitor inside his halls, shifting to the right a little so the person standing before their door had enough space. The reason he did that could not be seen, since it seemed that he hated the boy. It was because appearances are deceiving.

The owner waited for the boy to appear in his room, since the first time he 'danced' into his room and his bed, for he knew how he couldn't be near his 'Moyashi' any other way. His pride and society were against them, against a romantic relationship between two men. It was near the end of the eighteenth century and homosexuality was something to not speak about. Especially when you were an Exorcist. But he and his partner were homosexual. And they were in love with each other. Also the both of them knew they would live their lifes and love, for they did not want to put up with this game of hide and seek. Even if it sometimes was exciting.

But how should they go on any further?

During the day, they fought and avoided being in each other's presence, at least around others.

But when nightfall came around, or when they were alone, they longed to beat the other's side. They wanted to sink further into the pleasure of passion and love. They were willing to fight, if that meant being together. But they were not allowed to be together whenever they wanted, though.

Kanda never could tell his 'bean sprout' how he loved him, although he wanted to..

Allen never could tell his 'Bakanda' how much he loved him, although he wanted to.

They couldn't tell one another how they felt, simply because they faced a wall, when it came to their feelings.

One of them hid himself behind a wall of ignorance, arrogance and coldness.

The other hid behind a mask of joy, lovingness and warmth.

Thereby the latter should be able to at least confess a little of his feelings, however he failed, because he was scared. He was scared of being hurt. Not even an Akuma's attack would hurt like being left alone by his love.

"K-Kanda?"

The low and shy voice of Allen echoed in the room and warmed Kanda from the inside, as it laid itself around the swordsman's ears like warm water.

"Come here, bean sprout"

Allen smiled, although being called like that. At first he would protest being called 'bean sprout' and 'short stack' all the time, but as he and Kanda began dating, he would come to love the nickname, because only Kanda called him that. Only him, his beloved Kanda.

Again there were quiet footsteps to be heard. Again it seemed as if the person was dancing and again, just like it was every night, Allen hesitated as he stood before the bed.

The covers were lifted and with one gracious smile, which was unseen in the darkness, Kanda invited Allen into his bed, who in return, laid himself next to his lover and nestled against him with a sigh.

However something changed this night. This night Allen wanted to give in to his feeling. At least he wanted them to have a little bit of freedom this time. He gifted his lover with a gentle kiss to his lips smiling brightly at him.

"Thank you, Kanda." He whispered and kissed him again, softly.

Again the sound of Allen's voice made Kanda warm up from the inside. The feeling of those rosy lips, though, ignited an inferno inside Kanda's chest.

"Bean sprout..."

Fear lighted up in Allen's grey eyes, who's face was graced with the moon' light. Fear of what Kanda's reaction might be, he was scared of the wound it could possibly leave. But Kanda wasn't even near to rip out Allen's heart.

"Stupid bean sprout..."

A big hand laid itself on the cheeks of the smaller one, whose eyes were watering. A small line traced his face, which was kissed away by the navy haired youth.

It was just a small gesture, a loving gesture, which was followed by a loving kiss.

One kiss, then another that were followed by a lot more kisses.

Their lips were already swollen because of the many kisses they shared and still they smiled and drifted off to sleep, hugging each other tightly.

"Sweet dreams, Allen."

So. This is the first chapter. I will post a new chapter every two weeks, since I've already finished it and only have to read it through.

I'm still looking for a Beta for this fic, however, so lease PM me if you want to. It'd help a lot, since my English isn't the best.

Thanks for reading, hopefully you've enjoyed it!