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2.

Allen's sick. Not as though that had come as a surprise to me, figuring that I had knocked him in to the water the previous night. Though, having Lenalee wake me up the way she did – it set my morning off to a wretched start. I was beginning to believe that she would forever be on my bad side; I never really did fancy her from the beginning.

Anyways, she'd persistently shake my shoulder until I finally sat up, stretching and yawning leisurely. She huffed in annoyance, which is what I really should have been doing as oppose to her. Finally I realized that there must have been more to waking me up than just it being time to get a move on.

"Uh, Lenalee, is something the matter?"

She crossed her arms at my question, and tapped her heel in anticipation.

"What do you think Lavi? Just look at the state of poor Allen! There's no way we can go on with our mission."

I let my eyes skim along the dirt floor, until it met Allen's shuddering form under a few blankets – he was already looking at me. I couldn't help but slump in to a degrading posture. I felt like shit for what I'd done to him last night, and I couldn't tell if he was still upset over the whole ordeal.

"Well we can't stay here. We'll have to find a town." I announced, standing up, preparing to set out.

Lenalee rushed up, gripping my coat sleeve before I could completely put it on. I sighed softly, regaining my composure, before turning and asking her what was wrong…this time.

"Allen can't walk in this state! That'd be just like torture for him."

I clenched my fists at my thighs, trying to stay calm. She was really getting to me today, perhaps I just lacked compassion for her stupidity this particular day.

"Well then Lenalee, what do you propose we do?"

She stepped back a bit, posting her hands on her hips firmly, giving me a stern look for my obvious sarcastic tone.

"I don't think your attitude is helping Allen, but you wouldn't care would you? All you need to worry about is yourself."

She turned sharply on her heels, approaching Allen, who was struggling to stand.

"I..I think I can –" He had started to say something, but at this point, my anger had boiled over.

"If you love him so much, why don't you solve the problem for yourselves?"

They stood silently looking at me for a moment, and it was the epitome of awkward situations.

"I can't stand how loved up you two are! It's sick!"

A harsh sound echoed throughout the trees, and it took me a moment to realize that I had been smacked. My trembling hand reached for my reddening cheek, and then looked from Lenalee, to Allen, who refused to meet my gaze.

I dropped my hand, and quietly mumbled more to myself than them.

"Forget it, I'll find a village."

I finished tugging on my coat, before gathering everyone's belongings and taking it upon myself to carry them. I silently cursed myself for caring so much about them. Bookman always lectured me about not having friends, or getting close to anyone. Obviously I'd neglected the advice, and grown far too close to one person in particular. He wasn't very pleased with me at the moment, and I knew carrying his things wouldn't make up for it.

It was twilight by the time we'd reached the outskirts of a small town which was comprised by fifteen homes, three shops, and an inn. I should have been sighing in relief, though the tension between the three of us hadn't eased up at all. I could hear Allen's chattering teeth, and dull slides of weak feet behind me which ushered me to quickly hold open the door for the two. Lenalee refused to give me any notice, and kept her face straight ahead and Allen weakly gave me a smile.

Dinging the bell for the third time really irked me. This damn innkeeper had a duty to fulfill, customers needing a room. Where the hell was this person? I'd only just slammed my hand down angrily on the counter when a tall man appeared from behind a curtain. His muscles weren't the only thing that intimidated me; the gaze he gave me almost seemed to feed off of fear.

"Hello um." I searched for a name tag of sorts, but there was none. "Good sir. I'd like to request three rooms please."

His eyes dulled, as they raked over the three of us as a whole, before dropping down two keys on the wood.

"Two rooms."

I wasn't about to put up an argument against this man, I was too tired. Well, that's what I told myself, though I couldn't help but think that it was something about his appearance that terrified me. I snatched up the two keys, and bounded up the staircase quickly heading the other direction of that brute. I could hear Lenalee argue with Allen about himself wanting to walk up the stairs. I knew she'd give in, and let him do as he pleased eventually. The rooms he'd given us were on the fourth floor, the highest of course – bastard. At the end of the hall were two rooms side by side, the one closest to the window at the end looking a bit bigger. I tossed the other key in Lenalee's direction, and heaved open the larger door. Two beds sat across from each other in the dark room. Thank god for the heating though, that was what mattered the most. Allen's condition wouldn't be improving without the help of some warm air.

After sending Allen off to a warm bath, Lenalee and I headed downstairs together – in silence- for a meal. It baffled me that the man had offered dinner to us, it was totally out of the character I'd come up with for him. Though then again, that is what I got for making judgment based purely on one meeting and appearance.

The meal consisted of loaves of bread, and a warm soup. It was perfect for Allen, so I'd saved my share of soup, and stuffed more than four rolls in to my coat before heading back up in to the room. I'd thought about knocking, though shrugged it aside in case of waking him from a much needed sleep. I balanced the soup in one hand, and kicked the door open, with a smile, trying to pose just in case he was awake. A laugh could always cheer someone up; thought shock was what I got.

Allen stood at his bed side with a very minimalistic towel slung around his tiny waist, water dripping from the tips of his head, and sliding down his chest and back. I gulped loudly, trying to shift my gaze, but my eyes refused to avert themselves. Steam rolled off his entire body, and I unconsciously took a few steps forward until I could feel the heat radiating off his damp body.

"Lavi, you're doing it again."

I blinked, almost dropping the soup, but Allen managed to take it from my hands.

"Doing what?" I asked, backtracking until I collapsed on the weak bed that protested with a moan under my weight.

I decided that the ceiling was much safer than anywhere on Allen's body. Though every time I shut my eyes, I'd have images thrust before them that I really should have been suppressing at the moment. I felt a slight tinge in my lower stomach, and heat blemished from there on. I knew this wasn't good – not good at all.

"Nothing really, but it was a lot like what happened last night."

Ah, Allen's words were always riddled with damn unintentional innuendos. It took me a moment to recall last night. The water, him falling in - that was what he was talking about.

I sat up at my realization, only to be face to face with pants less Allen Walker. His cheeks reddened slightly, as he tried to pull down his shirt. It worked, sadly. Though, that image was burned in to my retina now, so there was a plus side. If I had doubted the hardness in my pants before, there was no doubting it now. I was completely stiff, and afraid he could tell.

Allen being clueless like always neglected my hardened member, and tenting pants. He returned to dressing, before tending to empting the bowl of soup. He didn't use a spoon, but rather drank from the bowl. I watched as his throat grew and fell with every swallow, telling myself that the pattern would help with ridding me of my problem, but I knew that it would only worsen the situation.

I pressed my palms in to the mattress, taking slow, steady breaths. I felt as though I'd been starring Allen down like prey. I quickly remembered the rolls in my coat, and reached to take a few out. Allen was before me in a matter of seconds, begging like a starved animal. I knew it wasn't kind, but I couldn't resist the temptation of teasing him.

I pulled back with the roll in my hand, leaning back so that he couldn't reach it. He leaned forward in turn, stretching for it. I swore that boy was a bottomless pit. He protested my teasing by saying he was starved, and sick. Which, I knew the second part was true, but his deprived face was priceless. I leaned back even further until I was flat on my back. Allen leapt at the chance, and lost his footing. He collided face first in to my chest. I knew that his nose would be feeling that tomorrow, or perhaps immediately.

Though, there was something more pressing that he was feeling immediately. I blinked in horror, to see him sitting completely on my groin. He seemed clueless at first, though eventually his eyes widened in shock. Cloudy eyes fell down, to my abdomen. I scratched my head awkwardly with the hand that wasn't holding the roll.

"Shit Allen, I'm sorry."

He was silent for a moment, before a loud cackle left his lips. I was shocked to say the least, and quickly pushed him off me, and got to my knees glaring down at the laughing boy on my floppy bed.

"What's so funny?"

I cried, shoving the roll in to his gaping mouth, to stop the persistently mocking laughter.

I knew I wouldn't live this down for a while, but damn did it feel good to have him on top of me. It would have been even more amazing if he had wiggled his hips a bit more, perhaps rocked himself back and forth, but I knew I'd have to keep these fantasies to myself after what had happened tonight.

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