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Disclaimer: Don't own D(dot)Gray-man.

A/N: Thanks for all your support, so here's the next chapter of Kanda Yuu Doesn't Do Competitions.

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Chapter 2- Strip Poker

Kanda had never expected himself to kiss…well anyone. He had never actually thought about dating, or even girls really. All that had really mattered to him was 1) Mugen 2) training 3) missions and 4) soba and tempura. Girls had always just been a nuisance to him and he had never really liked girls. But that didn't necessarily mean that he liked guys. Actually, he didn't really like anyone. So what was he doing kissing someone? What was he doing kissing a guy? What was he doing kissing MOYASHI?!?!?!?!?

What was he doing kissing Moyashi in a room full of people?! And what was he doing…enjoying it?

All these questions reverberated throughout his head. Echoing and growing in volume. Finally, he seemed to remember that he was still on top of Moyashi and still kissing him.

He tore himself away from the small boy and ran off in the direction of the training rooms. But not before he had the chance to flip Lenalee the bird.

Allen was stunned. He had never been kissed before. Especially not by a man. Never in a million years had he thought he would be kissed by Kanda. Even if it was an accident. A million thoughts and 'what if's ran through his mind as he ignored the squeals of delight from the yaoi fangirls and took off down the hall after Kanda. One question in particular stood out from the rest. "Why did it feel so good?"

The training rooms were the only place that Kanda actually liked in the order besides the baths. Sometimes he could train here for hours, improving his skills where no one could see the flaws that he was trying perfect. It was the one place where he actually let down his guard and not many people came here, especially if Kanda was training. The training rooms were the perfect place where 'accidents' were bound to happen. He had come here after the kiss to get his mind off of the stupid beansprout.

He had been meditating when said encumbrance walked in the door.

"Kanda?"

"What?" growled said meditating samurai.

"Are you mad at me?" asked Allen meekly.

These last words had caught him off guard, he had not expected the Moyashi's apologetic tone nor the sad expression that he saw when he looked up.

"No." sighed Kanda, "Why would I be? It wasn't your fault that Lenalee…"

A blush started to form on Kanda's face, so he hid his embarrassment the only way he knew how. He turned his head away and 'Che'd.

And of course Allen noticed this right away.

"Kanda…are you blush-"

"No."

"Oh."

The room was filled with an awkward uneasiness before Allen spoke up.

"Oh yeah! I brought my cards with me." said Allen suddenly remembering the deck of cards that he always kept hidden in his pocket (and the deck he kept hidden up his sleeve).

3 Hours Later

"There is no way that you are winning without cheating!" accused a very pissed off Kanda.

They sat facing each other on the cold stone floor, it was probably about 9 or 10 pm.

"Maybe you're just not good enough." retorted Allen.

Kanda growled in response and threw in the last amount of money he had left as well as the leather wallet.

"Straight flush." said Kanda as he laid down his cards smugly with a grin.

Allen's face paled and Kanda took this as a good sign. That is until Allen's expression of dismay was replaced with an evil grin that would've put both Komui and the Millennium Earl to shame.

"Royal flush." said Allen laying down his hand in the most overly dramatic fashion possible.

"That is so cliché." muttered Kanda, "Everytime there's a straight flush there just has to be a royal flush."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"So…"

"What?" hissed Kanda.

"You have nothing left to bet with."

"So?"

"So I win." grinned Allen.

"Why?"

"Because you're not playing anymore."

"Che. Baka Moyashi, who said I wasn't playing anymore?"

"What do you-?"

Before Allen could say anything else, Kanda stood up and took off his exorcist coat, depositing it between him and Moyashi.

"Is this good enough?" asked Kanda sitting back down on the ground.

"I-I guess so…" spluttered Allen his eyes wide.

"Now let's get on with it."

1 Hour Later

It turned out that Kanda had actually been holding back a bit in the earlier rounds. Allen guessed that maybe now that it wasn't just his money that was at stake, but his pride…and his clothes, Kanda had stepped up his game a little.

Now that Kanda had started to play seriously, even when Allen was cheating he could just barely keep Kanda from winning. The lucky bastard was winning almost every other game now and it was really starting to get to Allen.

"When the heck did you start playing poker?" asked Allen unlacing his boots and putting them in the pile, his socks following suit. Clearly this was not Kanda's first experience with the game.

"Heh," said Kanda reminiscing, "it was one of the things that the old man looked down upon the most. So I decided to start playing just to bug him. It was back when I was 16. I guess you could say I was going through a bit of a rebellious stage" he smirked.

By 'old man' Allen assumed that Kanda was referring to General Tiedoll.

"Well at least you got to play for fun." muttered Allen under his breath.

"So when did you get started?" asked Kanda.

"Well actually, I was very young when I first started playing poker, and the only reason why I started was so that I could pay off my master's debts."

Kanda grimaced in response. Allen knew that it was because Kanda didn't like General Cross, but his heart leapt a little at thought that maybe it was because of the hardships that Allen had to endure.

They sat their saying nothing for a few moments before they both realized that they were in nothing but their boxers.

Allen looked longingly at his pile of clothes beside Kanda and caught Kanda doing the same with his pile of clothes beside Allen.

"One last hand, winner takes all."

"You're on." smirked Kanda.

In the end, Allen won. Kanda sat there grudgingly staring holes into Allen's back as he changed. Truthfully, he was trying not to stare at the young exorcist and looking away seemed too suspicious. So he had settled on glaring (staring) at the boy. But now he really regretted his decision, because he had just set himself up for another situation even more awkward than before. His eyes raked over Allen's body hungrily, noticing how smooth and pale the beansprout's back was. He looked the Moyashi up and down and let his eyes rest comfortably on said boy's perfectly sculpted butt. Shifting uncomfortably where he sat, Kanda tried desperately to hide his…arousal as Allen turned back around to face Kanda and give him a huge 'I just beat the Kanda Yuu' grin.

-Damn Moyashi and his sexy ass- thought Kanda mentally scolding himself for the lewd comment.

"Ne, Kanda."

"What?"

"Don't be such a sore loser."

"I'm not." replied Kanda sulkily.

"How does it feel?" asked Allen taking a seat next to Kanda.

"How does it feel to what?"

"How does it feel to get pwned?"

"Baka Moyashi." was Kanda's only reply. He was much too occupied with his 'problem' to properly insult Allen.

And it didn't help that Allen kept getting closer and closer. Soon he would realize that Kanda was turned on, and Kanda didn't predict that turning out well at all.

He needed a plan. A distraction. Something to keep Allen from getting too close.

His prayers were answered in the form of a drunk Komui and Reever stumbling into the training room holding a few bottles of sake.

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A/N: I think that this story is coming along nicely. There'll probably only be 4 or 5 chapters in this fanfic, maybe 6. So I'll try to get the chapters up faster. This is probably my only good fanfic so far, I'm kinda stuck on the other ones.

P.S. Lemons in the next chapter! It'll be my first attempt at anything lemony that's not just implied, but shown or whatever. Let's hope that it doesn't turn out to be a total and complete disaster. Don't forget to REVIEW. I need as much feedback and motivation as I can get.