Title: Call
Pairing: Kanda/Allen
Summary: Someone should have told Kanda not to play cards with Allen.
The evening passed; Kanda's scowl got darker and darker, Allen's smile got brighter. Just like a leech, Kanda thought uncharitably, or a vampire.
Suddenly, Allen grinned, and spread his hands. "I call."
Kanda threw his cards down in disgust, and glared.
"Let's see," Allen tapped his cards against pursed lips, peering exaggeratedly into thin air. "If I recall correctly," here he grinned, "that makes…36 games to—how many did you win, again? Oh right, none."
"YOU CHEATED!"
"Winning is winning," Allen sing-songed. "And besides, you couldn't catch me."
Kanda crossed his arms, hmphed, and turned his head, glowering darkly. So he didn't see it when Allen pounced, sending them sprawling to the floor, Allen on top, weight just this side of uncomfortable over his lungs, hands warm where they clutched his shoulders.
Allen leaned forward, tongue swiping broadly across Kanda's lips. "Loser pays the forfeit, remember? Don't worry," he said, smile widening. "I'll be gentle."