Firstly, I'm so, so, so sorry this took like two months. But November went with NaNoWriMo and then December was filled with exams, and I was seriously stuch with writing sex from Kanda's point of view. T_T' But at least this is little longer than the other chapters have been. For those who have asked about my NaNo-story... I seriously don't know when I'm able to write it down. But anyway, thanks for everybody who has given me a comment, no writer can get enough of them. ^^ I'll try to update the next chapter ASAP.

And since my regular beta was buzy during holidays, thanks go to Angel Fantasy who was kind enough to do the job. :) Remaining mistakes are mine.

Warnings: Rather mild violence, sex and maybe - maybe! - just a little bit of unintended fluff.

Disclaimer: No, I still don't own DGM. But Kanda laughing is one of the best things I've ever seen.

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Chapter 10

Of Giving And Taking

~XxX~

Kanda spun around, his hair swirling behind him along with his movements as he tracked the Moyashi's maneuvers to slip behind him. Sharp eyes caught a glimpse of white and without hesitation he lunged forward. The boy didn't have time to be surprised as his left arm grabbed a hold of the other's slender shoulder, slowing down the brat's pace enough for him to land a proper – though restrained – hit to his stomach.

The snow white head bowed down as the Brit bent over and vehemently gasped for air, one hand pressed against his midriff. Kanda was about to finish the task with a clean trip, when the boy let his legs give in under him, and even though he was quick to respond, the other managed to avoid the swift kick briefly.

Well, who would've thought, the kid was actually learning something.

Not that Kanda wasted time to useless thinking as he took off after Allen, who had turned out to be rather good at dodging, considering he didn't know practically anything about martial arts. Though, compared to someone with a better background in that aspect, he was just slightly above worthless. If the boy wasn't able to keep his distance long enough, it was plain effortless for Kanda to bring the brat down – and he was going easy on him. That was saying something.

Keeping the pace up easily, he aimed attack after attack at the boy, whom kept dodging him as best as he could. The temptation to just end the useless fight was alluring and he almost budged to the desire, going as far as to perform a serious feint. Yet somehow the brat managed to slip through his charge, backing off a little unbalanced to gain distance between them. Kanda narrowed his eyes before lunging at Allen again, driving him around the room until the boy's breathing finally got a heavier note and his movements started to gradually slow down.

Well, it was fucking time already.

Seeing that the match was pretty much over Kanda dashed forward with twice as much speed than before and reached out to grab Allen's shoulder. The brat didn't have time to react as he forced the arm aside and brought his own hand to wrap his fingers around the slender throat. The other's eyes widened, and it was only when Kanda spotted a hint of panic in them that he understood it might've been a bad choice to go out with such aggressiveness.

Damn cornered mice…

The next second, Allen's body was pushing forward, his knee coming into contact with the Japanese's crotch in an instinctive attempt to free himself. Kanda grimaced, caught the surprisingly strong fist before it could land, and was obliged to back off as the albino kept coming at him with sudden vigor bordering on desperation. If the boy had known any kind of fighting style, he would've probably gotten some trouble to restrain him, but as the things were at the moment, the attacks were just raw and graceless and completely welled from the younger one's survival instinct.

Stopping another hit as the brat surged against him, Kanda clutched a handful of white hair and yanked it forcefully to distract the boy. Allen winced, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, and only managed to worsen his own situation. Grunting in irritation, Kanda took a hold of the boy's wrist and spun him around with a swift movement. A simple kick to the back of his knees caused Allen's legs to buckle. With a yelp of pain and surprise, the Brit fell down and hissed as his hand twisted into a painful angle.

"Calm the fuck down." Kanda snapped, and thrusted the boy's head forward by his hair, pinning it against the floor. He heard a soft gasping sound and the other squirmed a little in a last attempt to free himself. Narrowing his eyes he answered by tightening his hold on both Allen's left arm and the white mess covering his head.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Stop moving!"

Kanda couldn't see the look on the boy's face due to the fact that he was facing the other's back, albeit he was sure it was something akin to terrified, if the tenseness of his body was anything to go by. He was about to cast another insult to get the brat back to his senses, when Allen suddenly went totally limp.

"What the fuck?" He asked, on guard.

"Sorry…"the boy mumbled that cursed word quietly, not even a trace of contumacy in his voice. "I don't know what got into me. I-I guess I just panicked." His frame stayed slack, leaning slightly forward on his knees in a perfect image of surrender, which made Kanda scowl more intensely.

Couldn't the brat stop being so fucking submissive?

"Che. You're a damn weakling", he growled, fingers tightening around the arm pressed against the Moyashi's back. That gave him a faint grimace from the boy and a twitch of his leg, indicating the hold caused pain. Eyes narrowing, Kanda thought about letting go but in decided against it the end. "And stop apologizing to me in every sentence. It's annoying."

"O-okay. I just… It was a reflex and I couldn't help it" Allen said, seemingly unable to both raise his voice above a mutter and simply shut up. Did he really think Kanda needed his explanations? "I… didn't mean to… go at you like that."

He scoffed more to himself than to the boy, rolling his eyes in disregard. "As if you could cause any damage to me, Moyashi. You wouldn't win a school girl in a street fight, if she even bothered to compete against you."

"A school girl wouldn't have any reason to fight with me" Allen muttered, a faintly vexed bottom shed quivering in his voice. Kanda narrowed his eyes at the petite figure in front of him and quickly decided his next move. He would loose nothing even if he tried this out, anyway.

"Hn? What was that?" he asked, lowering his tone to a threatening level. The Moyashi did like he had assumed, going completely stiff for a brief moment before partly relaxing.

"Nothing", the boy whispered. "It was nothing. I'm just being foolish." There was a short pause as he hesitated to continue. A scowl made its way to Kanda's face and he practically waited for the Moyashi to say sorry. Again. Though, when Allen then spoke up, he didn't know whether or not to take it as an apology or as an insult. It was just too bizarre.

"Will you… Would you let me… make it up to you to compensate my earlier behavior?" The voice was stronger, more stable even though Kanda could still hear uncertainty in it. Not that he really concentrated on what Allen sounded like, seeing that most of his attention was directed to the fact that the boy was outright proposing to sleep with him.

He certainly hadn't expected to get what he wanted like this.

Slowly Kanda sunk down to one knee, still keeping his hold on both Allen's hand and his hair, although he let his grip loosen on the later. The boy wasn't tense anymore, just slightly cautious if he read the other's body language right and remained like that when he leaned closer to him.

"And just how are you thinking to make it up?" Kanda kept his voice low as spoke right to the Moyashi's ear, dropping the menacing tone to a suggestive one. It caused a slight shiver go up the boy's spine.

"What… would you like?" Allen asked, turning his head a little, just enough to let his cheek brush against Kanda's lips and allow him see the other's gray eye. How could such a small gesture be so seductive, the Japanese didn't know, though it certainly made him see the boy in a different light.

The Moyashi really was a whore.

Maybe it was that last thought that possessed Kanda to draw out the meaningless conversation, to continue the questioning that had no purpose. Or maybe it was just that in all honesty, he hated doing this like a sick pedophile who didn't give a fuck about other's dignity and rights. Nevertheless, he tightened his hold on the white hair.

"I own you. So, tell me, what do you have that I don't?"

Kanda was expecting the kid to go speechless and stutter something incoherent and stupid along the lines of 'sorry' or 'I didn't mean it like that', which was probably the main reason for his surprise when Allen didn't even blink at the question. It was as if the answer was something self-evident for the boy.

"Nothing", he said quietly. "You right – you own me and everything I have or am capable of doing. But…" The Moyashi let his gaze flicker up until Kanda was staring straight at the only gray eye that could be seen from their current position. "I can give if I want."

"Che" he grunted out, hands clenching unconsciously. Allen winced faintly, lowering his eyes from Kanda's face with that servility he knew so fucking well. Damn amenable brat, unable to do one godforsaken thing without making him feel all these damned feelings he wasn't supposed to have. He was so going to kill the unlucky bastard who had forced this job onto his shoulders.

But first things first.

"And why should I give a rat's ass about that?" Kanda scoffed pressing slightly harder against the boy's back. "You can't give me anything I wouldn't get with coercion."

"I know that, and it probably doesn't matter a one bit to you" Allen said, his voice gaining a certain level of firmness. "Regardless, that's the only way I know of to… show you what I want you to see."

Bending the boy's head backwards until the white wisps were spilled across his right shoulder, Kanda started to slowly rub the Moyashi's upper nape. Maybe he should start taking a little bit longer steps in order to make some progress with the damned brat. "And what would that be?" he asked, gradually running his hand lower with slow circles. "What do you want to show that much?"

"I… know you told me to stop acting, and… I've gotten the impression that you want me to be… initiative." Allen said somewhat cautiously, half-lidded eyes gazing up tentatively as the last hesitant word left from the pale lips. "But I don't want to you to think I'm being impudent."

Kanda had to fight the scowl that wanted to appear on his face. Even though he knew the Moyashi was saying all these things only because he currently had the authority over him, it didn't change the fact that he hated listening to the crap coming out of the boy's mouth. How was it even possible for someone to demote themselves that low? He would've killed himself long since out of sheer shame if he had been in the boy's shoes.

"Please tell me if I'm incorrect" the half-whisper snapped Kanda out of his thoughts and back to reality, where Allen had apparently taken his unintended silence for displeasure. Not that he wasn't, the boy just interpreted it wrong. "I-I wouldn't…"

Kanda raised an eyebrow as the Moyashi trailed off, slightly widened grey eyes staring straight at him. It seemed like the brat had lost his unwillingness to look him in the eyes during their little chat. Or not, seeing Allen quickly averted his gaze away from him.

Hell if he knew why he continued this.

"Wouldn't what?"

"I-I wouldn't… want to… do the wrong thing again." the boy answered, head still leaning on his shoulder. An expression Kanda couldn't place engulfed his face before subsiding to slight uncertainty. "Please… Can you let me apologize for my earlier antics?"

"I said I didn't want to hear you say sorry in every fucking sentence." he growled, annoyed at having to repeat himself. Was the Moyashi really so dense that even a simple phrase failed to sunk in?

"I didn't mean speaking."

The quiet, shivering whisper reminded Kanda rather abruptly of the reason why he was half-kneeling on the floor, holding Allen against his chest in a fairly immodest position. Needless to say, it wasn't the most pleasant realization to have, and he suddenly felt like slapping his own face for forgetting. What kind of retarded idiot would forget they had a person practically lying on their lap? A petite, fair person who was offering himself to you without a trace of shame or bitterness, somehow making the situation, which should've been wrong and twisted, look fallaciously proper.

It was too easy.

With a very little though given to the action, Kanda leant forward and pressed his lips against Allen's jaw line softly. Feeling the boy shift slightly, he trailed a line of wet kisses up to the other's earlobe, his teeth gracing the surprisingly cold skin every now and then. His right arm returned to the soft white hair and he tangled his fingers into the mess, while the left one finally let go of the boy's wrist to slip down to the slim waist.

Way too easy.

Allen slid his hand over Kanda's leg gently, before propping it against the floor to support some of his weight as he bent around. The movement was fluent despite their position, and Kanda couldn't help but notice how the boy clearly made sure that his neck wouldn't get drawn away from his lips due to the movement. It made him fleetingly wonder just how much the Moyashi had needed to submit in his life to now keep something so unimportant in his mind as this insignificant detail when he was having sex of all things.

A lot, that was for sure.

Although, it didn't really matter right now.

Hunting out Allen's lips, Kanda locked their mouths together, demanding admission which the boy gave him without a second of hesitation. He knew he was being rough as he plunged his tongue in and forced the fierce kiss on the other, yet he pushed the slight nuance of guilt away by grabbing Allen's hips and pulling him closer with an abrupt, stark yank. The boy stumbled a little, leaning his weight against Kanda for a short moment before managing to sort his legs out and gain back the momentarily lost balance. Mouths parted for air and a second of stillness passed between the two.

And then they both were drowning in kisses again, swollen lips nestling against each other with hurried sloppiness and wavering caution that was slowly descending to the background. Kanda couldn't – wouldn't – stop his hands as they slipped under the boy's shirt, roaming up the flat stomach and sliding over the ribs he was able to feel through the skin. Allen wrapped a pair of nearly delicate arms around his shoulders, ever so subtly expressing willingness that he knew to be false, yet the knowledge did nothing to stop him from proceeding with the touches.

The light body hoisted its weight from Kanda's legs – when the hell had he shifted to fully kneel on the floor? – to press itself more firmly against his chest. When they broke the kiss to regain their breathings, silver eyes didn't meet his gaze as Kanda sharply glanced at the flushing face, but instead fell down in a shy, compliant manner. Kanda frowned as the Moyashi slowly glided his hands down from the crook of his neck and over his torso, all the way across his stomach until they were resting on his hipbones. A flicker of downcast eyelids was the only warning he got, and then the lightly wavering gaze rose up to meet his face.

'Beautiful.'

Kanda wasn't really thinking what he did as he abruptly pushed Allen on the floor, assorted thoughts dashing in his head too fast to catch for longer than a moment, and in all honestly that went just fine with him – at least there was no danger to get stopped by some of the less pleasant sentiments. Without hesitation he plunged down, attacking the boy's neck and shoulders, swiftly unbuttoning the white shirt and tearing it off Allen. A soft gasp filled his ears briefly when he found his way to the other's chest, all control finally tossed aside. It didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered. This was his job, this was what he was supposed to do just to get the mission done, yet there was no thought given to those facts.

They didn't matter.

Kanda gave up on trying to reason or analyze his actions, let go of everything and allowed the flow to take over. His mind only concentrated on the sensations his body received, every now and then fixating on Allen, the slenderness of the boy's limbs and the texture of his skin under the touch of his fingers and lips. He didn't want to think about what he was doing or who he was doing it with, so he simply shut his consciousness up and refused to hear the nagging voice of his beliefs, morals and honor. Instead he followed the urges of his body.

All in all, he was letting his instincts guide.

Letting his fingers trail down the Moyashi's sides, Kanda nipped at the sensitive skin of the smaller male's nipples and moved his other hand to get rid of the belt that prevented him from removing the trousers. It didn't take long for him to unbuckle the annoying obstacle and a yank on the waistband made Allen lift his hips docilely. The lithe body bent backwards momentarily, and with lust ridden eyes fixed on the boy's scarred upper body, Kanda pulled the cloth off of him. Wasting only couple of seconds to gaze the pale frame underneath him, he bent down in order to kiss Allen again whilst his right hand moved down to cup the other's obvious arousal.

"Ngh!"

The boy tensed and arched off the floor slightly. A gentle flush had covered the pale cheeks, and as Kanda traveled down the stretched out neck with his lips, he could clearly feel how the boy's pulse shot up erratically every time he applied more pressure to his crotch. With a silent grunt, Kanda replaced his hand with his knee and used the now freed arm to pull Allen up against his chest. The movement caused the Moyashi to let out a moan, the slim body shivering under his touch as he reached to press his lips back to the other's.

"Mngh…"

Kanda pulled away and instead reached for Allen's earlobe, not anymore surprised when the boy tilted his head to give him an easier access. However, when he felt fingers tugging the collar of his shirt little hesitantly and a second after heard a soft, lightly shivering voice call out his name quietly, Kanda had to admit that he hadn't expected the brat to actually speak to him during sex.

"Che. What?" he growled out, nipping the smooth flesh just a bit.

Allen glided his other hand down the cloth's silky surface, and gently pressed it closer. However, Kanda wasn't stupid enough to think that he hadn't done it on purpose. "May I… undress you?" the boy mumbled past his swollen lips, downcast eyes expressing shyness that couldn't be real. Not for someone who called himself a whore.

Though, that didn't make it any less convincing.

"Fine." Kanda grumbled, scowl pestering his face as he glared past the boy's exposed shoulder at the wall. The words Allen had voiced made a sickening lump rose to his throat at the same time as a shudder of excitement ran down his spine. The dissonance of the sensations nearly froze him momentarily. It was so… off.

A quick peck of soft lips on his chest was followed by a quiet whisper, one that made Kanda want to call the whole thing off and kill someone, anyone, out of sheer self-hatred. Maybe the rabbit. Slowly and cruelly. Yeah, that would be nice. Though, he couldn't do it before fucking the kid and finish the mission. Damn pain in the neck.

And just when had he stopped following his instincts and started thinking with reason again?

"Make it quick." Kanda growled out and surely enough, Allen didn't waste any time on stripping him off of his shirt. Another gentle kiss on his skin and almost a questioning pause, before the hands swiftly unbuckled the leather belt, unfastened his trousers and yanked them down smoothly. The friction caused by the sliding fabric almost made Kanda hiss as he finally realized just how hard he'd gotten. Due to an underage boy. Who didn't even do the thing willingly.

Maybe he should get laid a little more often than a once in a year.

Noticing how Allen had ceased his movements uncertainly, seemingly waiting for some sort of instructions, Kanda leaned forward to kiss the boy while he fumbled around to find what he needed. The Moyashi pressed slightly closer and deepened the kiss subtly. Despite the somewhat fuzzy state his mind was in at the moment, Kanda was almost surprised when he felt a hand start stroking him slowly. His breath hitched a little, and he felt around more hurriedly, nearly groaning out loud when the Moyashi gave his cock a timid but experimented squeeze. When his hand finally met the small tube, he snatched it from its spot and fumbled with it's cap impatiently.

Allen hardly reacted to the sound of the cork popping open, and stayed completely unabashed and calm when Kanda pulled him up enough to slip his hand between the boy's thighs. It wasn't until he pressed the first finger in that the Moyashi tensed slightly, only to relax a second later. Though Allen leaned on him a bit more than just a moment ago, resting his head on his shoulder. Due to their closeness, Kanda heard the soft hiss that left the boy's lips when he slipped his index finger in his entrance. You'd think a person would get accustomed to penetration after five damn years of whoring, be it unwanted or not, but fuck no, nothing ever went like you wanted or expected it to.

"Ngh!"

Kanda wasn't trying to inflict more pain than necessary on Allen; it just happened to be so that neither did he particularly avoided doing so. He could've been more careful and considering and whatever the hell, but then again – he could've also been rougher. All in all, he simply got over with the preparation as fast as possible. It wasn't like the brat was wailing in agony or anything, either.

Feeling the body beneath him arch gently off the ground, Kanda withdrew his hand and pushed the pale boy back to the floor. Allen's eyes glanced him quickly, dilated and vivid, before shunned his dark ones. The stare gave Kanda an uncomfortable feeling that swirled in his guts, and it managed to cut trough the growing want rather easily. But he had made the decision to endure the disgust, the self-loathing and the guilt that the act would undoubtedly arouse inside him each time he did it. It was simply and indisputably wrong – not that he really cared to ponder over it while in the act – and he wasn't fucked up enough not to mind it.

Though, that was as far as it went, he wasn't some self-torturous teenager that cut his wrists every time he did something wrong, after all.

Annoyed, Kanda frowned for getting lost in his thoughts and somewhat harshly spread Allen's legs. Unsurprisingly he didn't meet any resistance from the boy's part, and was quick to proceed forward, grabbing the lube once again and making a quick use of it. The Moyashi stiffened slightly when he lifted his hips up and moved closer, albeit aside from that and the way his fingers dug into the carpet, Allen didn't show any signs of nervousness or reluctance.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the Japanese man gave credit for the boy's capability of keeping himself in check during this kind of situation. However, consciously Kanda was far too busy to waste time on thinking such trivial matters, instead focusing most of his attention on getting into the brat. It didn't matter that he might have the highest morals of the entire damn country – seeing it basically did money with immorality – 'cause physical pleasure was still physical pleasure and no amount of sanctity would ever change that.

Allen let out a soft cry as Kanda started moving, although he soon forgot to listen the boy's voice. It just felt too fucking good and he wouldn't have been able to stop, even if he'd wanted to. Head dropping down against the boy's shoulder Kanda suck in air with long, sharp gasps, pace almost too harsh as he plunged into Allen without pauses. Vaguely he comprehended that the Moyashi had twined his arms around his shoulders and was allowing feeble moans escape from his mouth every now and then, though the man didn't bother to focus on it longer than a one fleeting second. His body demanded attention more than anything else that could possibly be happening around them and Kanda was fully willing to give that attention to it, barely able to endure the tightness surrounding his erection anymore. He was forcing himself into the petite body faster and faster, the heat in his veins pouring down to the pit of his stomach and lower as the pleasure built up to an unbearable level. He was so fucking close…!

A cry of pleasure broke trough the disarray just as Kanda felt the muscles contract harshly around his cock. The next thing he knew was that everything went from almost too good to euphoric. White churning bliss rushed through his body like wildfire, burning in his veins and making him tremble. Waves hit him times and times again, every one of them making him gasp for air, until the surge finally subsided.

Too tired to hold himself up, Kanda dropped down onto the body below him with a disgraceful grunt.

~XxX~

Allen felt his limbs quiver as he lay on the floor, weak and spent, and waited for the momentarily lost strength to return in his body. The white ceiling remained immutable and vapid in front of his eyes, almost like reflecting the moment of calmness that lingered in the room, and with too much effort he turned his head to left.

Dull pain shoot up from his sore lower back, although Allen didn't bother to care about it. He just wanted to have a permission to go wash himself.

Kanda was on his back next to him, right where he had landed when he'd rolled off of Allen. The man's long hair, which had managed to stay combined – only loosely – through the whole act was now tousled, long strands spread around his head and shoulders messily. His breath had evened out, and Allen could barely make out the sound of the air leaving Kanda's lips before being drawn back in.

The tranquillity was almost surreal.

Allen held back a small sigh before closing his eyes lazily. Fading warmness in his muscles and stomach made him feel cozy, despite the mat being made of rather rough material. The light shimmering through his eyelids wasn't too bright, nor the surface under him too cool, and all in all he was feeling rather comfortable and he wouldn't mind to lie there a little longer, to bath in the afterglow of the pleasure. It wasn't that often that he got the opportunity to enjoy himself, after all.

Allen wasn't sure of what had possessed him to make the proposal. It wasn't entirely about how their sparring had ended, and especially not about the way he'd attacked Kanda. He couldn't quite explain it, but he had just felt like he should do something to express his… regret, in a lack of better term. Almost as if he hadn't been simply scared – that emotion had waned when the man hadn't shown signs of any real anger – but had sincerely felt like he'd been obliged to make up for the misdeed. And in all honesty, Allen couldn't think of any other reason that could cause him to feel like that than some kind of twisted sense of fidelity.

Which didn't make any sense at all. The only bond he shared with Kanda was the one brought by the man's ownership over him, and there wasn't anything else there.

Or, the very least, there shouldn't have been.

"Oi, Moyashi."

Kanda's voice made Allen open his eyes quickly and turn to look at the man. Pushing the thoughts about the unsolved reasoning behind his very own logic to the back of his mind, he fixed his concentration on the Japanese man. "Yes?"

"There's a swimming pool and larger bathroom behind that door on the right." Kanda said, not even glancing at him as he spoke the words out tonelessly. "You can take as long as you want."

Allen blinked, staring at the man next to him for a good five seconds before he finally understood the meaning of the sentence. And when it did sunk in, he couldn't help the dumbfounded look that rose to his face. His lips parted as if to say something, yet no voice came out. He didn't know how to react.

'Huh, who would've thought? That kind of apology actually did work.'

Jolting out of the stunned state of mind, Allen snapped his mouth shut and propped himself up against his arms. A spike of pain rushed through his lower body and up his back, the sudden movement multiplying the otherwise dull soreness, and Allen had to grit his teeth in order to keep the hiss from leaving his lips. Once the ache had subsided back to the lame throbbing, he picked up his clothes and stood up. Kanda – who still hadn't moved from the floor – didn't meet his eyes as he glanced at him quickly.

True to the man's word, the first thing that Allen saw when he stepped through the door was a long pool, stretching from one wall to another, leaving maybe two meters wide area to walk around the space. Everything was plain white and the only detail that broke the tile-surface was a towel rack next to smoked glass door. Assuming that was were the bathroom was, Allen headed for the door, snatching a black towel as he went.

The room was large and bright, and would have probably stuck his breath in his throat had he not been as tired as he was. But seeing that he could barely keep his eyes open, he just dragged himself to the enormous bathtub and turned the faucet on. It seemed to take forever before it was filled with enough water, and by the time that Allen climbed into the blissfully warm bath, he was already yawning widely.

~XxX~

"Che. Idiot."

Kanda stared down at the pale boy, whom was half soaked and fast asleep. His face was smoothed out, which made expression relaxed and peaceful, the scarred body remaining still as the tub slowly drained itself empty from the water. The Moyashi had lied in there almost two hours, likely sleeping for the whole time. Fucking runt. It was a miracle he hadn't slid down to the water and drowned already.

Scowling for no specific reason, Kanda bent down to lift the boy up and wrap him into a large towel. A soft mumble fled from Allen's lips when he hoisted the light body to his arms again, and turned around to get out of the room. The Moyashi shifted restlessly against his chest and for a moment he wondered if the boy had woken up, only to dispel the thought as his steady breath ghosted over his left shoulder.

Allen was definitely still sleeping.

Kanda made it to the Moyashi's room without any problems and was already laying him to the bed, when the white lashes fluttered drowsily open, revealing a pair of grey orbs gazing at him with grogginess. He nearly stiffened as Allen blinked, obviously trying to comprehend the situation, though with little result.

"Kanda?" the boy murmured, sounding somewhat hoarse.

"You fell asleep in the bathtub." Kanda said bluntly as he regained his balance once again and stood up. "And I had to carry you here."

"Oh…" Allen stated dumbly, still lacking lucidness. "Sorry. I didn't mean to…" he mumbled softly, eyelids dropping insistently shut despite his evident tries of keeping them open. The boy was nearly a paragon of exhaustion.

"Che. Just… go back to sleep." Kanda answered, hesitant with his words. But, like this… it was almost easy to act less insensitive, build up a labile trust with gracile gentleness while the Moyashi was too out of it to really even notice. "I'll wake you up for dinner."

"Hng…"

What was it that made this job harder than all the others?

~XxX~

Please, give me a review so I can know how epicly I fail this time. ^^ Oh yeah, and DGM 190 is so love, so love. Poor Kanda and Alma. No wonder he scowls at Allen all the time.