"Now, where were we?"

Following the clearly rhetorical question, Kanda captured his Moyashi's lips, pushing the smaller male down against the couch in the process. It only took a few seconds for their bodies to remember the tension that they had built up back in the training hall, and they were quickly making out with the same ferocity as before. That desperate need only grew as their mouths crashed together and their tongues danced. Like earlier, Allen was responding passionately and enthusiastically, giving back everything he got with same fervor as Kanda was putting into it.

As much as Kanda enjoyed his Moyashi's newfound passion for their relationship, there was something he needed more. So he broke the feverish kissing, staring intently at the gorgeous boy below him. "Say it again."

It took Allen's oxygen deprived and pregnancy addled brain a moment to figure out what Kanda was wanting him to say, but once it clicked, the words tumbled out without hesitation. "I love you."

He may have said the words impulsively in the training hall earlier, but unlike the very first time he had said them, he actually meant them now. Allen had fallen in love with his husband, just like he had resolved to do. Kanda may have been an easily annoyed, prickly bastard, but he was Allen's other half. He needed someone who could keep him grounded.

Following the declaration, Kanda reclaimed his Moyashi's mouth, letting his body fall flush against Allen's while simultaneously propping himself up enough to keep his weight from harming the pregnant boy. Even clothed, the closeness that came from having their bodies pressed together was intoxicating, and it wasn't long before the kissing turned into something more.

Their legs tangled as they began to grind their hips together, creating a delicious friction that only increased the heat between them. Kanda pulled away from Allen's lips and immediately began attacking his neck, swiping his tongue across his throat before marking that sensitive ivory skin with a hickey that was going to be almost impossible for the boy to hide; it may have been taken as a joke, but their relationship was public now, which meant that he could finally mark his Moyashi in a visible area.

While Kanda teased him in a way that made him squirm with pleasure, Allen's hands moved from his solid hold on the back of the samurai's head. He may have never tried this particular motion before, but even in his hazy state, it took his fingers no time at all to find the tie holding that silky smooth hair in its usual high ponytail. He had always left the tie alone when playing with Kanda's hair so as to not piss his temperamental husband off, but Allen wanted to pull it out so badly that he no longer cared. One tug and the long strands fell loose, creating a dark navy curtain around their heads. Allen immediately tangled his fingers into Kanda's hair, loving the feel of the silky strands flowing between his fingers and the samurai's scalp under his fingertips.

Kanda very nearly stopped what he was doing when he felt his hair tie come loose, intending to swear at the brat Moyashi, but when Allen's fingers began playing with his hair and caressing his head, he was struck by the realization that the Moyashi was actively doing something. Allen was actually putting effort into increasing the heat between them for a change. And as much as Kanda hated it when his ponytail was messed with, he couldn't deny that he liked what Allen was doing.

Unable to wait any longer, Kanda kicked off his shoes, and despite using only his feet, he made quick work of the simple flats that Allen had taken to wearing when he wasn't on missions. Passing over the Moyashi's thick woolen socks, as he knew from experience that the pregnant boy turned into a moody bitch when his feet got cold, Kanda focused his attention on his own jacket, somehow managing to unbutton and slip off the garment without unsealing his lips from Allen's neck.

Feeling Kanda squirm out of his jacket, Allen immediately moved his hands from the samurai's hair to the hem of his shirt. His erection pulsed against his tight pants at the thought of seeing the gorgeous Japanese man's bare chest, and he quickly yanked the tight shirt over Kanda's head.

Caught by surprise at the Moyashi's forwardness, Kanda somehow managed to not get tangled up in his shirt. Instead, he seamlessly threw off the fabric while simultaneously flipping both of them over.

Lying shirtless on his back with the Moyashi on top of him, Kanda was once again surprised by Allen's newfound enthusiasm for this particular activity. The boy wasn't lying there like a limp noodle, rather, he had sat up and was shrugging off his oversized cardigan. And as Allen made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, Kanda couldn't help marveling over the fact that while the Moyashi had always claimed to enjoy sex, he had never assisted with the undressing part of it before.

Of course, that train of thought completely vanished once Allen's shirt had been removed. The way they were positioned on the couch, with Kanda on his back and Allen straddling his hips, he had an excellent view of his Moyashi's pregnant belly. Allen was still insecure about the growing bump, even going so far as to keep it hidden from Kanda, but sex was a time when that self-consciousness disappeared, giving Kanda the chance to appreciate his husband in all his glory.

Kanda was pulled from his musings by the feeling of a wet tongue against his neck. The lick was immediately followed by lips and teeth attacking a particularly sensitive spot at the base of his jaw, and as the friction of the love bite caused pleasure to spark through his body, it took him a moment to realize that the Moyashi had gone back to lying on top of him. The hickey Allen was leaving on his jawline was intense and quite enjoyable, but when the Moyashi suddenly thrust his hips into Kanda's, the samurai instantly became aware of the fact that not only was he no longer wearing pants, but neither was Allen. The feeling of their bare erections grinding against each other was almost too much to take. If this kept up, Kanda was going to lose himself in what the younger was doing to him, and if he lost control, he was going to hurt his husband. "Oi! Moyashi! Knock that off!"

The growl was completely ignored. Allen only moaned into Kanda's neck, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the samurai's body. Seizing the last of his self-control, Kanda began relentlessly attacking Allen's pert nipples. The Moyashi never failed to scream when that part of his body was teased, and to do that, he would have to let go of his hold on Kanda's neck.

The moment he pinched the pink buds, Allen finally broke the hickey, letting out a scream that was equal parts pain and pleasure. He tried to squirm away from the unwanted attention on such a sensitive part of his body, but Kanda had once again fused his lips to his Moyashi's neck, and there was nowhere for the boy to go. But Allen was not about to give up that easily. "C-come on, Yuuuu-Ah! S-stop teasing and f-fuck me already! Nng!"

The plea was immediately followed by Allen releasing his load all over their bare middles.

The sound of his Moyashi screaming in orgasm nearly pushed Kanda to the edge, so he chose to ignore the noise and move on. It wasn't until he grabbed the Moyashi's ass cheeks, intending to start stretching the boy's hole, that Kanda realized that he didn't have any lube. He didn't want to hurt the pregnant boy, but stopping now was not an option. The way Allen's trembling and sweat-soaked body was lying limply on top of him, while the boy moaned in pleasure and struggled to breathe, was completely intoxicating, and there was no way Kanda was going to be able to stop now.

Allen whimpered in pain when Kanda pressed the first of his dry fingers into his hole, but even though he knew that he was hurting his Moyashi, Kanda couldn't bring himself to stop; he barely had enough control left to stretch the boy. However, when he added a second finger, Allen's whimpers abruptly changed. The Moyashi was clearly still in pain, but it was now mixed with pleasure, like it was whenever Kanda messed with his nipples. Allen was actually enjoying the pain that Kanda was inflicting on him.

What little of Allen's brain was coherent after his orgasm was mortified by the masochistic enjoyment he got out of the rough treatment, but when Kanda's fingers hit that special spot inside him, that embarrassment was immediately washed away by the overwhelming pleasure that shot through his body. He drooled in anticipation at the thought of those long thin fingers being replaced with his husband's thick and meaty cock.

Removing his fingers, Kanda skillfully slid out from under the Moyashi. He quickly knelt between Allen's spread legs and grabbed the boy's thickening hips, barely pausing to make sure he was properly lined up before shoving his aching shaft into the waiting hole. The moment he felt the tension from the intrusion start to leave Allen's body, Kanda pulled out and began thrusting relentlessly into the boy's tight passage.

Allen screamed and shuddered beneath his husband, clawing at the couch and bucking his hips backwards as he tried to increase the friction between them, which was only made rougher by the lack of lubrication. The Moyashi's stuttered begging and filthy mouth only made it harder for Kanda to contain himself, so he changed his hold on the body beneath him, sliding his hand from Allen's hip to his shaft. It only took a few strokes to coax the Moyashi into releasing once more, and Kanda followed behind him immediately, unable to last a single second longer with Allen's spasming passage squeezing his own release out of him.

The pair collapsed side by side on the couch, breathing heavily and savoring the pleasure of their joint orgasm. Both young men appreciated the unison that sex caused between them, and this round was particularly special. Now that Allen was truly in love with Kanda, it almost felt like they were connected on a spiritual level.

When the moment passed, Allen pushed himself up onto his side where he could face Kanda. He smiled gently as he brushed some of the samurai's long navy hair behind his ear and out of his face. "You know, I didn't believe you back when you said that sex was gonna get better. But that was a thousand times better than it's ever been before."

Kanda knew exactly what Allen meant by the comment, but he couldn't resist baiting the Moyashi by pretending to be offended. "Are you saying that it wasn't good before?"

Allen immediately flushed with embarrassment. "No! Of course not! If it was bad, I never would have let you do it again after that first time. It's just-!"

The flustered babbling came to an abrupt end when Kanda snickered. But as the realization that his husband had only been teasing him dawned on him, Allen's train of thought was completely derailed by the intense kiss Kanda pulled him into.

The kiss was delicious and steamy, but when he had to pull away for air, Allen suddenly became aware of the room around them. "Oh god! We're still in the lounge! And we just-! In public! I-"

The Moyashi's reaction was amusing, but Kanda wasn't ready to let go of the sexual tension that still lingered between them, which meant that he needed to keep Allen calm. "Che. Stop panicking and put your clothes on. We can finish this back in our room."

What followed was a mad dash around the room as both young men hurried to find their clothing, Allen because he was anxious to no longer be naked in a public location and Kanda because he was in a hurry to get his Moyashi to a place where he could fuck the boy again. However, right as Allen threw on his cardigan and Kanda finished buttoning his jacket, Lavi strolled into the room.

Smiling cheerfully, Lavi was completely oblivious to what he had walked in on. He had just gotten back from a rather long mission and had immediately sought out his friends, wanting to see how much bigger Allen's baby bump had gotten in his absence. He made a beeline straight for the pregnant boy, ignoring his personal space completely as he pulled up his shirt and placed his hands on the exposed belly. "Wow, Bean Sprout! You're really starting to get big!"

Kanda growled lowly at having Lavi touch what was his, but before he could snap at the redhead, Allen scowled and roughly slapped Lavi's hands away. He hated that everyone thought they could touch him without getting his permission first, but more than anything, he was livid that Lavi continued to use that nickname. "Don't touch me like that!"

"But Moyashi-chan-!"

"And stop calling me that!"

Lavi just laughed at the angry outburst and threw his arm around Allen's shoulders; the kid was quite amusing when he childishly stomped his feet like that. "So tell me, what happened while I was gone? Did I miss anything interesting?"

Allen pushed Lavi's arm away and moved to stand by his husband, who immediately wrapped a protective arm around his waist. "No."

The terse reply was surprising, and Lavi didn't understand why Allen was being so unfriendly, but he chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and ignored it. "Oh come on, wasn't there at least-?"

Before he could finish the sentence, Allen and Kanda were gone.

Lavi blinked dumbfoundedly at the door, completely stunned by the realization that his friends had just run away from him. However, as he moved to follow after them, he suddenly became aware of exactly what was going on.

In their hurry to escape, the pair had stirred up the air in the room, which was thick with the musky scent of sex. And given the wet spot on the couch that Lavi was just now noticing and the fact that Kanda's hair had not been in its usual ponytail, there was only one explanation for that. If Lavi had walked into the room just a few moments earlier, he would have walked in on Allen and Kanda having sex.

That thought nearly made him keel over and vomit.

Lavi had a hard enough time believing that the pair actually had a sexual relationship, and he definitely did not need to learn that they were so hot and heavy that they went at it in public places. He may have gotten the confirmation from Allen himself, but he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea that the boy was willingly sleeping with the man who had raped him, even if that rape had been an accident. Lavi didn't blame Kanda for what had happened, but in his mind, Allen should have been on the verge of murdering the samurai, not climbing into bed with the man.

Or, apparently, doing it on a couch in the lounge.

Lavi needed a change of subject and he needed it fast.