Oh... that was smexy.
Scrlet: Do you know how hard it is to write stuff like that?
You did a pretty good job of it, though!
Scrlet: *plugs nosebleed* Thank you!
Commentor: It was awesome!
Hater: I didn't come here to read this stuff!
Commentor: *kicks Hater off speaker's stand* NO ONE ASKED YOU!
I love my little Kittens!
Allen shifted, finding himself in a lock. Kanda had his arms wrapped firmly around the wolf's waist. Allen couldn't help but chuckle as he took in Kanda's sleeping face. His breathing was soft, his mouth slightly open, allowing him to breathe. His silver eyes were lightly closed in sleep, unaware of Allen's eyes. The sun was setting, which was no surprise. Living with the vampire made him accustomed to waking at such an hour.
Kanda's nose scrunched, and his eyes fluttered open. The two silver's gazed at one another, and then smiled.
"Morning, Yuu," Allen hummed, snuggling into Kanda's chest. A low chuckle rattled from his chest, making Allen look up.
"Morning, Moyashi," Kanda teased, getting a huff.
"You're so mean, Kanda," Allen pouted, and the arms around him tightened.
"Isn't that what a mate's for?" Kanda asked, smirking. He knew he won this one. Allen huffed, giving up, and wiggled out of Kanda's grasp. Kanda couldn't help but stare at Allen's ass as he walked away. Allen sent a glare his way, and grabbed a pair of clothes that must have been sent there by the ghosts. Kanda noticed the way he limped a bit with a smirk.
"So," Allen started, slipping the black t-shirt over his head, "what are we doing today?"
"Hm," Kanda hummed in thought, "not sure. Wanna do something? With the way you walking, though, I don't know if you an walk anywhere," he smirked. Allen's face heated up, but he had a quick retort.
"It's your danmed fault," Allen snapped, buttoning the blue-jeans up. "You getting up anytime soon, lazy bat?"
"Yes, Mom," Kanda mocked.
"Mom... hm," Allen hummed, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Has a nice ring, don't you think?" Kanda asked, wrapping his arms around Allen's hips, fully clothed now. Allen cursed his speed and magic, making Kanda chuckle.
Kanda now was in something a bit Victorian aged. White ruffles from his white undershirt fell over his black vest. His black coat went to his ankles, the outline of it red. He put his black hair in a low ponytail, finishing the look.
"Yeah, sure, Dad~" Allen purred, Kanda smiling. The two headed to the kitchens, and Allen watched as objects floated around the room, all kinds of smells settling in the air.
"This is enough food for an army," Kanda puzzled. Allen spotted Timcanpy in the corner of the room, watching the pans fly around with interest, and walked over to him.
You should see...
... How much the boy...
... Eats...
Kanda chuckled, watching Allen swing Tim around as the demon hugged him tight. A soft smile spread over his face, and he felt something nudge him in the side, like an elbow. When he looked, nothing was there.
You know, Kanda, Neah spoke, you two are so cute.
"Oh, really? Hey, where's...?" Kanda asked.
Oh, him? Cooling off. He knows your mates and all, but he can't help but be upset his little one is growing up. You two made quite the racket last night. I had to hold him back.
Kanda didn't know whether to laugh or be frightened of the overprotective spirit of Allen's father. He looked over at Allen again, him having Tim on his hip, looking at the spirit's cooking, pointing things out to Timcanpy. The image of Allen being a mother just stuck to him.
Kanda walked over to them, putting an arm around Allen.
"Do you want any, Kanda?" Allen asked. Kanda shook his head and then chuckled.
"I don't eat human food, but I wouldn't mind breakfast," Kanda smirked, nuzzling Allen's neck. Allen huffed, softly glaring at the vampire, a pink powder covering his cheeks.
"Tim's in the room, Kanda," Allen scolded, shifting Tim on his hip and moving to the table. Kanda chuckled, The food being served on the table. Kanda left the two to eat, walking through his halls.
"I smell a mated man," a gruff voice chuckled. Standing in the foyer was Cross, a cigarette in his mouth. Kanda rolled his eyes, looking indifferently at the younger vampire. Unlike Kanda, Cross was turned, making him a 'half-blood'. Kanda was born a vampire as there was very few of his kind left in the world. There was more half-blood then true blood vampires.
"Cross," Kanda grunted in greeting.
"Who's the lucky gal? All I smell is the... no way, really?" Cross asked, figuring it out. Kanda shook his head, sighing, waiting for the onslaught of questions, curses, and lectures that followed Cross everywhere. "Huh, never thought I see the day. Kanda and a wolf, eh? A male at that..."
Surprisingly calm, Cross strolled over, taking a drag of his cigarette. "So where is the bloody bastard?"
"Eating. Leave him be, Cross," Kanda hissed. Cross merely shrugged off his attitude. Cross continued to the kitchen, finding the wolf with a golden demon sitting in his lap. Allen was happily feeding the demon a piece of bacon, which was now half gone.
A shot was heard, Kanda rushing in, his heart going faster than a racehorse's. Crowned Clown had activated, covering Allen and Timcanpy in a protective blanket of white magic. Clown Belt, the name Allen had given it, was wrapped around Cross, his gun, Judgement, wrapped in another of Crowned Clown's belts.
"What the hell?!" Kanda growled, walking over to a startled Allen. He took his lover's face in his hands, checking for injuries. Finding none, he snapped at Cross.
"There's a danmed demon in the house! What the hell was I supposed to do?!" Cross defended. "Last time I checked, demons aren't pets."
"Master~" Tim purred worriedly, looking over at his master.
"I'm fine, Tim, see? Thanks, Crowned Clown, but you can let go of Cross now," Allen thanked the white feathers. The belts loosened around Cross, his pistol chucked at him. He caught it before it could hit him, much to Crowned Clown's dismay.
A low growl from from Kanda sent the vampire on his way, best letting Kanda cool down. Allen smiled reassuringly at his partner. Kanda still grunted, but softened his cross expression. Cross was lucky that his bullet didn't hit Allen, or there would have been blood in the kitchen. Mostly Cross's, he was going to have a long talk with the half blood.