Weed

Allen took a long draw out of the joint. He was currently sprawled over his and Kanda's crappy couch as he and his boyfriend shared a joint. It had been a real stressful day. Kanda was slouched in a beanbag that they'd bought at a flea market a few years ago, it smelled like cheetos. Allen stared with red eyes at the slowly rotating fan on their ceiling for a bit before he flung his arm over his eyes and he silently held out the joint to Kanda. Kanda took it.

"Kanda," Allen said, "Do you ever want to kill people?"

He heard Kanda slowly let out a breath of smoke. "All the time,"

"Yeah, me too, all the time. You wouldn't think so because I'm all smily and polite and shit like that but I always just wanna, like, kill everybody."

Kanda made a sort-of curious grunt. Allen smiled indulgently.

"I mean, like, I've only killed once but it was awesome. I know it's horrible of me but it really was awesome. It was this mugger guy a few years back, he came at me with a knife and he was all 'give me all your money ya fag!' and I was all 'okay, calm down, I'm giving you the money.'" Allen said with his red eyes still covered.

Kanda took a long drag out of the joint and passes it Allen. Allen blew a smoke ring.

"But then just as I was giving him the wallet I thought about how hard I worked for that money and how much I needed it for food and debts and bills and stuff like that, y'know?" Allen asked.

He waited for a response. Eventually Kanda grunted "Pass the joint."

Kanda grunted a lot. Allen passed him the joint.

"But he needed it more I could tell and maybe if he got some money he'd be sent on the right track. But then it was, like, I lost control over my arm, the deformed one. It just suddenly sprang forward and started chocking the guy without me telling it to. The guy was so shocked he dropped his knife! And I was totally shocked and all I could do was stare while my arm killed somebody." Allen said.

"Huh," Kanda said.

Kanda was a man of few words, but Allen could live with that.

"And it was while I was staring at the guys face that the awesomeness set in. I stared at him and he made the most incredible face, his skin turned first white, then blue, then purple, and then white again. And the light in his eyes, man. It was all wild and crazy at first, it was like his eyes were glowin', but then the light went out just like that." Allen snapped his gloved fingers to punctuate his sentence.

"Word," Kanda said.

"And he looked so… desperate, determined, it was inspiring, man. Unique, you don't see people making those kind of faces when they're not in mortal danger." Allen said.

Kanda handed him the joint silently.

"It just felt great to kill him, it felt like I'd just done an amazing thing. And ever since that day I've always been unable to stop fantasizing about killing people. I'm all like 'what face would she make if I just stabbed her right now out of the blue in the stomach?' or 'I wonder if he'd scream if I started chocking him. Right now' those horrible pondering run through my mind all day. I'm a terrible person."

"You're not a terrible person. Annoying, yes. And stupid. But not terrible." Kanda said.

Allen watched the smoke dance in front of his eyes before it dissipated. He could smell Timcanpy's cheap bird food and the rotting pot plant. Warm sunlight filtered in through the blinds in an futile attempt to brighten up the gloomily living room. The stained leather was warm and comfortable against his back and Allen closed his eyes to listen to the rush of traffic outside of his and Kanda's cheap-ass apartment. They smoked in silence for several minutes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't explain that killing thing properly, and I never will be able to either. It's impossible, it was just too great. I'm horrible."

"You're not horrible." Kanda hissed, Allen was starting to annoy him.

"Well what kind of so called 'good' person goes around fantasizing about killing everyone he meets?" Allen asked.

"Look, sometimes I just wanna kill everyone too. It would just be so much easier. Just kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out. Bad ones go to Hell and good ones go to Heaved, easy as pie." Kanda said.

Allen chuckled humorlessly.

"That's different Kanda. What I have is constant and it doesn't even have a reason, I just wanna mindlessly kill."

Kanda growled with impatience and put out the joint. Allen heard the clothes rustling and footsteps and he opened his eyes just in time to see Kanda sit down on him, straddling his lap. His face was that of an annoyed, exasperated man who was slightly horny and very in love.

"If anyone's a good person it's you. Now shut the fuck up. You know weed makes me horny." Kanda said in a sexy growl that made Allen feel good things.

Kanda leaned down and gently kissed him. He then not-so gently thrust his tongue into his mouth and proceeded to molest his mouth while his hands fumbled with his zipper. Allen smiled into the kiss and started unbuttoning Kanda's work-shirt as he happily participated in the make-out session.

This was why Allen loved Kanda so damn much. When Allen started on one of his many 'I'm going to burn in Hell' spiels Kanda always fixed him right up with some stubbornness and- oh God that was so good, Kanda was sucking his tongue! Screw inner monologues about what a great boyfriend Kanda was! It was time to concentrate on the important stuff!

Allen let out a long needy moan and grinded his now-naked groin against Kanda's.

God, he loved Kanda so fucking much.

I now this is just so OOC but I kind of wanted to try it out, and when I got the word weed I just had to write this weird crap. I hope you guys at least got a kick out of it!