A/N: As usual, thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows. And now it's time for Allen to wake up...

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Another day passed before Allen finally woke up. He was tired and groggy, but the bed was warm and comfortable, so he didn't put too much effort into being awake. Until he finally noticed the needle in his arm and processed that he was in the infirmary. Allen was alert in a flash, sitting up and reaching over to pull out the IV.

He halted in his tracks when he heard a low voice coming from the bed beside him. "You've been in the infirmary for a little over twenty four hours, but you've been out for three days. You better leave that needle in your arm."

Having the question he was thinking be answered so quickly was nice, but the sound of Kanda's voice was not. It was mortifying to discover that they were sharing a room. Allen glanced over at the samurai, but that brief look was all he could stand. Kanda was clearly avoiding looking at him.

The next words Kanda spoke were very much like him, brusque and straight to the point. "How much do you remember?"

Allen bit his lip as he dropped his gaze to his lap and fisted his hands in the blankets. He knew exactly what Kanda was referring to and just the mention of what had happened scared him. His voice started out so quiet that he wasn't sure Kanda could even hear it, but it grew louder as he became less embarrassed. "Everything. ... All of it. ... I remember everything that happened after I got hit."

He felt rather than saw Kanda's surprise. Steeling himself, he managed to look at the samurai while he asked him the most important question he thought he would ever have to ask him. "Why would you do that for me? You hate me. Why would you help me like that?"

Unsure how to respond to the gratitude - he had expected the Moyashi to be pissed at what he'd done, not thankful - Kanda did his best to brush off the feeling of care that had welled up inside him. While he was still so mixed up over his feelings towards Allen, he couldn't let the brat continue to think that he'd helped him on purpose. "That akuma hit me too, Baka."

"Oh." Allen blinked in surprise and returned his gaze to the blankets. As much as he disliked Kanda, it hurt to learn that the man hadn't done those things to help him; he had hoped it meant that the samurai had finally accepted him as an equal. "So what happens now?"

Kanda could hear the Moyashi's unshed tears in his voice; maybe he'd been a little too harsh with his rejection. "Well, for starters, you're going to have to tell Komui what happened."

The words pissed Allen off. "What?! Why do I have to do it? Why can't you tell him?"

The Moyashi's anger was easy to ignore when Kanda knew it was coming. "Because he thinks you were raped, Moyashi. He's never going to believe the truth unless it comes from you."

"Oh. Ok." It made Allen uncomfortable to hear that Komui not only knew that he'd had sex with a man, but that the supervisor had assumed that he'd been raped, so he was quick to change the subject. "But what about us?"

Not liking the way that sounded, as it seemed to imply that they were in a relationship, Allen rephrased the question. "What happens between you and me now?"

It was hard for them both, but they actually managed to rationally discuss what happened and how they were supposed to move on from it. And it turned out that for once in their lives, they were on the same page. They had only had sex because they were under the effects of the akuma's aphrodisiac and were clearly not in control of their own actions; neither of them were to blame for what had happened. In the end, they decided that the only way to move on was to pretend it didn't happen. As soon as they gave their report to Komui, they would forget all about their accidental tryst.

It was easier said than done for both boys.

Allen was more than willing to put the whole thing behind him, but that became a lot harder to do when he discovered that he couldn't move his legs. The paralysis was only temporary, he was up and walking around by the end of the day, but the pain that came with it only served as a reminder that he'd not only been fucked in the ass, but that it was by someone he hated. He knew Kanda wasn't to blame for it, it was his own fault for not noticing the level three in the first place, but it was hard not to hate Kanda more for it. It was childish and cowardly, but he began to avoid the samurai in his attempts to forget about what had happened between them.

For Kanda, it was hard to forget because he didn't want to. Or rather, that tiny little part of him that didn't want to forget being physically intimate with Allen wouldn't let the rest of him move on. Against his will, he found the memory of that day sneaking into his private times, and it was not uncommon for him to have to relieve himself in the shower because he'd been thinking about Allen. And the more time passed, the more aware he became of the fact that Allen was doing everything in his power to avoid him. He was thankful at first, as seeing the Moyashi only triggered the dirty thoughts, but it quickly became painful to know that Allen hated him more than ever.

So when Allen actually sought him out, and in a public location no less, he certainly wasn't going to push the boy away. "We need to talk. About that."

It didn't take a genius to know what the Moyashi was referring to. This could only be about what had happened on their last mission together. And given that they'd managed to avoid that subject for three weeks, it was more than a little shocking that Allen not only wanted to talk about it, but that he was so direct about it. Kanda nodded and pushed away from the table. "Let's go somewhere private."

They walked in silence down to the meditation room. It was further away than many of the other places they could have gone, but it was Kanda's turf and everyone knew better than to go inside while he was there; they'd be left alone and no one would ever question why they were there together. Out of habit, Kanda took up his usual meditation pose in his usual spot. Allen stood just inside the door, his confidence failing now that they were actually alone together. It took a moment for him to collect his thoughts - something that wasn't helped by the patient way Kanda was simply staring at him and waiting for him to speak. "You were a lot more coherent than I was. Did it ever occur to you to use protection?"

When Kanda didn't answer right away, Allen immediately got flustered and tried to backtrack. "I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm just curious!"

Kanda merely raised an eyebrow at the Moyashi. He knew that there was only one reason why the boy would be asking about protection, and while that offended him, he knew better than to upset him in his condition; Allen had such incredibly bad luck that he'd gotten sick almost immediately after recovering from their ordeal. "Che. I know you just came from an exam. If you've got something sexually transmitted, it didn't come from me."

He noticed the way Allen stiffened at his words, telling him that he was right, and the boy did have some sort of disease, but he didn't want to think about that, so he brushed past it, his sense of honor telling him that he owed the boy an honest answer. "Yes, I thought about using protection, but with my healing abilities, there was no chance of us infecting each other with anything. Besides, it's not like we had any. And we were in no position to stop and find something, either. So it really doesn't matter."

Allen nodded solemnly, letting the subject drop, but he didn't move from his spot, prompting Kanda to question him. The Moyashi was far too calm; if he truly thought Kanda had given him a disease, he should have been livid. "What brought this on anyway?"

Still terrified by what Komui had said was causing his illness, Allen didn't want to say it out loud. It was almost like actually saying it would make it true. But Kanda was just as involved in this as he was, and he couldn't let the samurai hear it from anyone other than him. "I'm pregnant."

While Kanda froze in shock, unable to process the news that a male was pregnant, Allen let out a heavy sigh. "I guess I was just curious if it would have been possible to prevent this from happening, but it clearly wasn't. I'll go get out of your way now."

Allen turned towards the door, but he was stopped from leaving by a hand on his wrist. He turned back to Kanda to find the samurai staring at him, his face actually showing his confusion. "You're pregnant? How?"

Allen's gaze dropped to the floor; he was still trying to process this himself, having to explain it to someone else was almost too much to take. "It's because I'm a parasite-type. Apparently all males with parasitic Innocences have the ability to bear children."

Kanda could only stare at the Moyashi. He didn't want to believe that a male was pregnant, but if the Innocence was involved then the boy was definitely not playing some kind of trick on him. Which given that they'd been physically intimate recently, could only mean one thing. "And it's mine?"

Allen snorted at the ridiculousness of the question; even a simpleton like Kanda should have figured out already that that was the only reason for telling him something so personal and embarrassing. "I was a virgin before that night, and I know you know that I just finally healed and therefore haven't slept with anyone else, so it's rather obvious that it's yours."

Before Kanda could reply, the situation became too much for Allen, and he ran off. He tried to keep the tears at bay, but despite his best efforts, he was sobbing like a baby before he reached the privacy of his bedroom.

Allen threw himself face down on the bed, just barely remembering to close the door behind him. The tears came even stronger now that he knew he was alone and could cry without being pestered about it by his friends. When Komui had decided that they needed to figure out why he was sick, he certainly had never expected this to be the reason why he couldn't keep food down. It was bad enough that he was pregnant, and the circumstances leading up to it only made him feel worse about the whole situation.

Failing to notice an akuma should have only meant injury or the death of an innocent bystander, things that years of experience had taught him to deal with without falling apart, but instead, his life was being changed in a completely different way. Not only had he been forced into losing his virginity to a man he hated, but he had also been forced into carrying that man's child. That one moment of inattentiveness meant that he was going to be a single parent - Kanda wasn't going to willingly help with the baby, and Allen certainly wasn't going to try to make him - which meant that his life had been turned completely upside down.

Lost in his confusion and self-pity, Allen ignored the knocking on his door; he was in no condition to face anyone, much less have to explain why he was so upset. He was relieved when the knocking finally stopped, thinking that whoever it was had finally given up, but it wasn't until a few seconds later, when there was suddenly an extra weight on his bed, that he realized that his visitor had gone ahead and entered without permission. Before he could really process that, Allen found himself wrapped in strong arms and pulled against a muscular chest. And even though he'd never been touched like that by that man before, he still knew exactly who it was, and that was mind blowing. "Kanda? What are you-?"

When Allen tried to talk through his tears, Kanda was quick to interrupt. "Just shut up and go back to crying, Moyashi."

Allen wanted to argue, but his emotions quickly overpowered that urge, and he found himself clinging tighter to Kanda as he sobbed over his situation. He didn't understand why the samurai was comforting him, but Mana had been the last person to hold him like that, and even though he didn't like Kanda, he couldn't make himself push him away. He needed the emotional support the embrace gave him.