Last part! I'm not sure if that comes as a relief or not. XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy what's left of it, and I'm sorry again that I'm as of yet incapable of writing lemons (otherwise it might be even more of a letdown, eh?).

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM or its characters.

Epilogue

Kanda groaned from deep in his chest as he attempted to sit up in his bed. However, two obstacles prevented such a thing.

First, Allen Walker slept deeply across his chest, holding down Kanda's body below the waist, as well as claiming a leg to numbness.

Second, Kanda's hips hurt terribly. He had known it would be painful, but apparently they'd overdone it over the course of the night. Now he was plagued with a constant ache reaching over his whole body when he moved and centering around his pelvis when he didn't.

It figured that Allen fell asleep fine after it all, and on top of Kanda, no less. The kid just didn't have any consideration for personal space and never ceased to ignore him when he yelled "stop". It was less that he didn't enjoy it and more that he knew he wouldn't enjoy it once morning rolled around.

But he needed to get up, to walk it off and train or something.

"Bean Sprout, get up," he said groggily, nudging the boy's shoulder.

Allen barely registered the command, shifting position so his shoulder dug sharply into Kanda's abdomen.

The older man sucked in a breath at the sudden agony that shot through to his bones and to every nerve ending in his body. Reflexively, he swatted the fifteen-year-old off of him, a wave of adrenaline-induced fury overwhelming him momentarily.

Allen subsequently tumbled to the stone floor, hitting his head by the sound of it.

Kanda paid no attention, trying not to curl in on himself or move at all for fear of any more discomfort.

"What just happened?" Allen asked, bewildered. "Why am I on the floor?"

"Because I pushed you!" Kanda barked. "Damn it, don't you pay attention to the wishes of other people?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, wincing as he rubbed the sore spot on the side of his head.

"I ask you to get up and you try to put your shoulder through my stomach!" the licorice-haired boy said in his lingering bad mood. "This freaking hurts," he added, muttering.

Allen pulled himself up to look at the person lying on the bed above him, body rigid with discomfort.

"Are you alright?" Allen asked.

"I'm fine," Kanda stated upon realizing Allen was now, perhaps, feeling sorry for him. He wouldn't stand for that. Instead, he pushed himself up from the mattress with gritted teeth.

Jamming his legs back into a pair of pants, he found the sensation only more unpleasant than before. Allen noted the sharp inhale that the man tried to conceal.

"Kanda?"

"Bean Sprout, please," he hissed, sitting back on the bed, trying to mask his predicament as exasperation. How was he supposed to train like this?

"If you wanted me to stop, you should've said so."

At that, Kanda's frustration boiled over. "I did! I told you to stop a bunch of times, but you kept going!"

"I-I don't remember," Allen stammered.

"Of course you don't," Kanda snapped. "You were still in that crazy dark state of yours."

Allen remained silent for a few moments. "Actually…that went away long before we—"

"I hope you're lying to me," Kanda said in a low, menacing voice.

"Well," Allen began guiltily, "no."

Kanda grabbed Mugen and swung it around to halt millimeters from Allen's nose. Unfortunately, that meat twisting his body, too, intensifying the pain in his body. He nearly dropped his Innocence, turning back around to rub the base of his back.

"S-sorry," Allen said, climbing back onto the bed. "I didn't know it would…" He trailed off, aware that his next words would be a lie. He had experienced this kind of pain before, but Kanda usually stopped when Allen asked.

Kanda ran a hand through his hair. "I don't care," he said, eyes darting away from the British boy. "It doesn't matter."

Allen cupped Kanda's chin in his hand, their eyes meeting again. Kanda knew that for someone like Allen, watching the people around him hurt, even if it was a formerly pleasurable pain, made him worry.

"It's fine, Bean Sprout," Kanda said dismissively.

Before he could pull away, Allen, in one swift movement, placed his slightly chapped lips on Kanda's in a chaste kiss. Then, as if sensing Kanda's desire to be left to his own devices, he rose from the bed and headed for the door.

Back turned to the other exorcist, he grinned a last predatory grin as he left the room.

Well, that's it. So how was it? Please review, and again, thank you so much to those of you who read the whole thing and reviewed it!