A/N: another chapter! This one has a tad bit of fluff and a tad bit of a slashy situation hehe. Plus, more cute Miguel! By the way, there is a note. Later in the chapter, Allen calls Miguel by the nickname 'Mige'. It is pronounced "Me-geh". I found it cute, but it isn't a real nickname that I know of. REMEMBER: READ, REVIEW, REPEAT!

Peace.


Chapter 8: Home

Breaking away from the group that was heading to the dining hall, Lenalee snuck off in the direction that Allen had gone. She slipped down the quiet halls, eventually coming to the bare door of what had been Kanda's room. Knocking one, she waited patiently for a reply.

"Come in!"

Stepping inside, she found Allen sitting on the edge of the bed, which had been kept up since the samurai had left nearly a year earlier. Black sheets were pulled tightly over the mattress, the only break in their even layer being the ripples caused by Allen's slight weight. His back was to her as he stood, Miguel in his arms and the top button of his shirt undone.

"Hi Lenalee," he said, walking over to her.

Miguel looked up at her curiously, silver eyes wide and large.

"Allen, I hope you don't mind me asking, but… when did you and Kanda get together?" the female exorcist asked tentatively.

"Not long after we returned from the Ark," Allen said, shifting his son in his arms. "I went to the Fourteen's room to be alone and Kanda came and found me. He said we needed to talk. I knew that it must have been important if he'd managed to sneak past the nurses when even Lavi probably couldn't."

"But you liked him before that, didn't you?"

Surprised, Allen smiled a little.

"Yeah. I didn't think I had a shot with him, not even close, but he proved me wrong. He dragged me out of the Ark and took me to a hallway far away from where anyone else would be. That was where he told me that he liked me."

"Kanda actually voiced something that personal? I'm surprised.

"Well, he didn't exactly say it. He kissed me instead."

Lenalee rolled her eyes. "That Kanda, I swear whatever connects his tongue to his brain is so lacking."

"No, there was definitely no problem with his tongue," Allen chuckled softly.

"Allen! I didn't need to know that!" Lenalee replied.

"I know. I'm sorry," the albino said.

"But uh, if you don't mind me asking…"

Allen grinned at her, tipping his head a bit to the side as he examined his friend.

"He's great in bed, Lenalee. I don't consider myself half-bad, but he is absolutely fantastic."

The Chinese girl blushed, giggling. She stopped when she noticed Miguel squirming in her friend's arms, pulling at Allen's shirt.

"Don't mind him," Allen said. "He's just hungry still."

"Oh, I interrupted? I'm sorry!" Lenalee cried.

"No, it's fine. It's been nearly a year since we've spoken. I've missed it. You were my first friend here, after all," Allen laughed.

Huffing, Lenalee set her hands on her hips. "Your son is more important, Allen-kun! If he needs to be fed, best do it as soon as possible."

"Yes, mother," Allen teased, sticking out his tongue at her.

There was a knock at the door and both Lenalee and Allen looked up. It was open and Rouvelier stood in the doorway, glaring at the albino. He strode up to him, ignoring Lenalee completely.

"Do you really think that Central will just let you waltz back in, Noah?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call me that," Allen sighed.

"But that is what you are," Rouvelier said with a knowing tone in his voice.

"I'm an Archangel and an exorcist first," Allen replied. "Now, please leave. I need to feed my son."

"Ah yes, the little brat," Rouvelier sneered.

"Miguel isn't a little brat!" Lenalee cried.

"Of course he is. He's a little bastard brat that shouldn't even exist. Men shouldn't have children. Men shouldn't even fuck each other. It's so distasteful," the Investigator sneered.

Lenalee opened her mouth to speak when Allen interrupted her.

"Clearly you don't know what you're talking about. I naturally have the ability as an Archangel. Humans just didn't evolve in the same way. Besides, why would a priest marry us if we couldn't?"

"By doing so, he was ignoring edicts of the Church."

"Perhaps, but not Archangel law."

"Huh?"

"You heard me: Archangel law. For us, it overrides anything required by your church or any humans laws actually."

As Miguel shifted in his arms again, Allen moved his son to lie against his shoulder. He cooed in the baby's ear, kissing his cheek.

"And Miguel is legitimate, if you must now."

Rouvelier gave the baby a disapproving look. The baby shifted again and Allen turned him around so he sat in his father's arms, his back resting against Allen's chest. The silver eyes narrowed in the signature Kanda glare. Rouvelier gulped a little.

"Now, can you please leave?" Allen asked.

Hard eyes flicked back up to him.

"You can't order me to do an-"

"Get out, bastard," Kanda growled from the doorway.

Miguel chirped happily as his other father strode into the room, grabbing the back of Rouverlier's jacket. Throwing the man out into the hall, he scowled and glared at him.

"Stay away from my family," the samurai snarled.

Rouvelier huffed and stormed off, fixing his jacket. Kanda then turned to Lenalee and stared at her in a cold, but not angry way.

"Will you be alright?" Lenalee asked Allen.

The albino nodded. Throwing him a quick smile, Lenalee ran out the door, quietly closing it behind her. As soon as she was gone, Kanda set Mugen down on a small table and walked over to Allen. He embraced the younger teen, kissing the albino's forehead.

"We did it," Allen said softly, lifting Miguel up a little.

Burying his face in his son's thick black hair, Kanda nodded, pulling Allen tightly against him. The albino smiled softly, resting his forehead against Kanda's hair.

"It'll all work out in the end," he promised.

"It better or I'll be holding you accountable," Kanda groaned.

Letting out a sharp chirp, Miguel fought to get the attention of his parents. The couple looked down at him as he continued to chirp.

"Oh, I didn't get to finish feeding him," Allen said as he walked back to the bed.

Sitting down, he swung his legs up onto the bed and reclined against the headboard. He set Miguel down on the bed beside him before starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. A stronger pair of hands batted his out of the way and Kanda quickly finished for him. Allen rolled his eyes a little and shook his head as he picked up their son once again, cradling him. Kanda slipped in behind him, pulling Allen back against his body.

"What are you doing, Bakanda?" Allen asked, Miguel clutching at his chest with a small hand.

"I want to watch," Kanda replied matter-of-factly.

"Bakanda! Why?"

"Just because."

Sighing, Allen lifted his son up, stiffening a little as he latched on. He watched his son feed, feeling Kanda's hot breath on his neck. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his hip and he looked up at his husband. Kanda's eyes were darker than usual, clouded with something that Allen easily recognized. The hand trailed lightly up his side, gracing each rib with a soft, sensitive touch. When it reached his chest, Allen groaned a little, Miguel still suckling happily.

"Bakanda!" he hissed softly as the hand pinched his other nipple.

Milk dribbled out onto Kanda's fingers as he continued to play, making them slick. Lifting the fingers to his mouth, Kanda licked each one, grinning menacingly down at his husband. Allen panted softly, carding his fingers through Miguel's hair.

"You always do such strange things," Allen sighed, the baby cooing as he continued to drink.

Kanda groaned a little, both of his hands quickly slipping down Allen's sides to his thighs. Reaching in between them, his hands forced the muscled legs apart, holding them open. Allen gasped as one hand quickly let go, undoing the button of his pants. It quickly slipped inside, teasing him.

"You love them anyway," Kanda chuckled, licking at his husband's bare shoulder.

Allen squirmed as Kanda's hand stroked him, feeling himself grow hard. He was panting harder now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body arched as Kanda played with his tip, his favorite spot. Miguel chirped up at his fathers, unaware of what was going on.

"Eh, done already?" Kanda cooed to his son.

"Bakanda, that was a lot for him. He had some before Lenalee came," Allen panted.

Kanda grabbed the hem of his lover's pants with his free hand, sliding them down and off of his legs. He stared down Allen's toned body, chuckling again. One hand went back to his thigh, keeping it spread while the other trailed up to his lower stomach, tracing the stretch marks.

"You looked beautiful pregnant," he murmured in Allen's ear.

"Perhaps, but we have Mige now and Order business," Allen reminded him, licking at the side of Kanda's neck.

"Unfortunately," the samurai snarled.

He lifted his chin to give Allen better access, his hands rubbing against the insides of Allen's thighs. Slowly, Allen pulled away, shaking his head.

"We can't, Bakanda. Mige's here."

"He's asleep. What difference does it make?"

Allen glared at his husband, who sighed.

"Fine, but you owe me."

"I'm sure that Johnny wouldn't mind watching him for a little while tomorrow, just as long as he doesn't take him anywhere near the Science Division."

"Of course not. Komui would probably feed him something weird."

Kissing his husband's cheek, Allen slipping out from between his legs and grabbed his pants. He handed Miguel to Kanda as the baby drifted off to sleep, fists tight against his chest. Kanda watched his husband dress, eyes tracing the slight curves of his hips. Turning back around, Allen noticed the samurai's stare and rolled his eyes. He slipped under the blankets, Kanda quickly following suit with Miguel between them. The couple silently stared at each other until they both drifted off to sleep.