So I went to the doctor this week, and it turns out I have carpal tunnel syndrome…well, what else do you expect from a sixteen-year-old girl who spends most of her time typing God knows what? Or so I told my doctor, since he was so surprised and I couldn't tell him I write gay p0rn all day (my parents would so exorcise me, holy water and all). Oh well, I totally saw this coming.

Warnings for this chapter: No lemon, but trust me on this, girls, this little chapter is going to offer you your wildest dreams…or just something every Kanda fan wishes she could watch (lucky Allen!).

Disclaimer: Allen is still a virgin in the canon? What? How the hell is that even possible when he has a sexy seme at his beck and call to -CENSORED- and -CENSORED- him all day long?!

Apostle of God

Chapter X-Satisfied Curiosity

The bookman apprentice was sixteen years old when he joined the Black Order and began to call himself Lavi, his 49th alias. It seemed like an adequate name to him: he was now working for a religious organization that followed the Christian (1) teachings after all. He still hadn't seen the room he would share with the Panda before he saw a really curious scene while he walked around the corridors of his new home: an old man was trying to hug a young teen, who was insulting him using the foulest words had ever heard in his life (and he had heard a lot). The young boy was around his age, although from the East and with long black hair with a light blue tone to it; and he was so beautiful that he would have mistaken him for pretty girl if weren't for the tone of his voice. And the older man insisted on calling him "Yu-kun". 'Yu-kun this' 'Yu-kun that'. The red-head now named Lavi had mockingly smiled as he saw how the young boy answered with even more fury as he kept being called by that name.

So the first thing he had done when he had met Kanda was call him "Yu-kun", simply for the sake of annoying his new companion.

The dark-haired boy had reacted quite predictably: he had held his katana against his neck and had told him that he would die right there. The other exorcist was already getting ready to decapitate him when a pretty little Lenalee came to his rescue, preventing the beating he himself had asked for.

But the Chinese wasn't here to save him this time.

"Get in and close the fucking door."

He swallowed, feeling how Mugen's sharp blade almost cut the skin of his neck. He grabbed the door very gently, doing what the one who had threatened him had told him to do, without once looking away from the two people in front him. Yu was firmly holding his katana with his right hand, while he used his other arm to keep Allen behind him, a protective gesture Lavi had never thought the usual cold Japanese was capable of doing. The little one looked at Lavi every once in a while, although he kept his gaze on the floor or on Yu's back most of time; he seemed really embarrassed, since his cheeks were completely red and he was breathing with a little bit of difficulty. A really lovely sight.

Lavi raised his hands, trying to get out of this in one piece.

"Oh, come on, Yu. You don't have to…"

"Shut up," the Japanese murmured, pressing the tip of his weapon deeper into the red-head's neck. Lavi didn't know if he had wounded him already, but he was getting nervous under Kanda's gaze. Because, he had almost died by Yu's hands so many times that he had actually lost count of them all. But this time the eastern exorcist really looked like he was going to kill him without a care in the world. Just because he had found them like this.

'Like this'. Well, of all the possible scenarios he had imagined to find them what with the way they got along the last thing he had expected was to find them passionately kissing each other, in the middle of getting undressed. Dear God, he had even imagined them drinking tea while they talked about gardening; but never this. That's why he had frozen on the spot when he had seen them. When he was opening the door he had heard some suspicious noises. He had impishly smiled, wondering if Yu was capable of bringing a girl to his room; although, what kind of sane woman would want to go inside the terrifying samurai's room? He at least hoped he would give her a really good fuck to make up for Yu's inability to express himself with words and affectionate touches.

Of course he hadn't expected the 'girl' to not be a girl at all, but the Moyashi, being kissed with passion by the one he said absolutely loathed him. He hadn't been able to stop himself, he had opened the door with surprise, unable to assimilate things.

Though he was beginning to tie everything together.

Allen was the kind of person that almost everyone ended up loving. He was kind, polite and friendly. He immediately got along well with people and his smile could lift up anyone's spirits, from Jeryy the cook (his number one fan) to the poor exhausted scientists from the scientific section. He was simply a very wonderful boy whose personality managed captivated almost everyone, if not all, with very little effort.

And Yu…well, this was Yu Kanda after all; the bad-temped samurai that seemed to want to kill anyone who was unlucky enough to get in his way. He was grumpy, antisocial and very rude. He didn't care at all if the finders that accompanied the exorcists in their missions died as long as the missions were a success, that's what they both hated and equally feared him.

But their usual personalities changed when they were face to face: Allen became unsociable and got mad easily, he even turned violet if he was provoked enough. Lavi had also experienced and paid with blood when Allen got mad at him, but he never saw him as mad as when he was with Yu. In addition, it woke up his mocking side; as if laughing at the older boy was the only thing that made him happy.

With Kanda the change wasn't as evident, but the bookman apprentice had already noticed how Yu gave Allen an importance that he had never given anyone else before. He messed with him every time he simply looked at him. He had even given him a really cute nickname: Moyashi. It was so cute that he himself used it when he was talking about the boy, except that he had cheerily added the "-chan-".

They looked at each other with a want to murder one another even if they just so happened to meet in a mission, a room or the line at the cafeteria.

Children, they both acted like children. Now Lavi was realizing that they bickered amongst themselves like children, just like little six year old boys did when they liked someone. What better way to get your sweetheart's attention than by pulling their hair, insulting them whenever you had the chance or simply tripping them? Although, of course, this two were supposed to be adults (or at least Kanda) and the innocent games turned to fights where someone could get actually get hurt. Well, almost always, other times they were simply silly things.

Now everything made much more sense, or at least to Lavi's eye.

Though it was still very disturbing seeing it actually being played out.

"Kanda…"

He heard the little one whispering the other's name, placing one hand on the shoulder of the man closest to him. He saw him shake his head, still wearing that pretty blush on his cheeks.

"Che."

Yu sheathed Mugen, cursing under his breath. Lavi relaxed a bit, lowering his hands and mentally thanking the Moyashi for saving his life. Now he could see them talking softly amongst themselves, so much that he couldn't hear them. And yes, it was still completely weird to see them so close, so intimately. The Moyashi still had that blush, though as he argued with Yu he could see how he began to relax, looking calmer then when he had first seen him. The dark-haired man simply stared at him, with a look that Lavi had never seen in the Japanese's eyes. It was so weird that it made him shiver.

"Listen, guys…" Lavi began, trying to excuse himself.

"Please be quiet, Lavi," Allen said, the seriousness on his face startling him a bit.

"We're deciding how we're going to kill you for entering my room like that," Yu suddenly let out, crossing his arms.

"Kill me?" He shivered again.

"Don't be that mean, Kanda," the English murmured, "it's just that…just that…"

Allen was doubting himself. He bit his lower lip while he softly balanced himself on his feet. He finally leaned down, grabbing his sweater to be able to put it on. Lavi watched him with interest, though soon everything began to light up for him, so much that his eye even began to shine.

"Kya! Moyashi-chan has a little pregnant belly!"

"What…?"

He ran to hug him without thinking about it, wrapping his arms around him with force. He felt a little bulge brush against his flat stomach, which was why he laughed, delighted.

"Let me see, for this you should be about fourteen weeks pregnant. That's three and a half months!" he exclaimed, excited, bringing the little one's body closer to his own.

"Let me go, Lavi! Let go!"

Lavi was so lost in his own little happy world that he didn't notice the dark aura behind him, though what he didn't expect was to be attached from the front. He fell on the floor, rubbing his sore cheek.

"Ouch! You're mean, Moyashi-chan! I'm bleeding," the bookman apprentice lamented, barely processing the fact that Allen had just punched him in the face. His other problem was once again feeling Mugen's sharp blade at his neck. "Yu-u-chan? Eh…"

"Fucking rabbit…" He could feel that icy gaze on him. So this was Yu protecting his Moyashi. It was a lot more scary then when he simply wanted to kill him for annoying him.

"Ah! Help me, Moyashi-chan!" begged Lavi, knowing he didn't have a chance against the Japanese, but he only managed to make the snow-haired boy button his sweater and fix it, perfectly hiding his figure.

"It's time to place our cards on the table," Allen said, blushing a bit again. He saw him swallow, how he tried with all his might to hold his composure. "What do you want?"

The junior bookman blinked, somewhat confused with the expression of fear the Moyashi had drawn on his face.

"What do I want? What for?" Lavi asked, still feeling the sharp katana very close to him.

"We should kill him," the dark-haired man muttered with fury. "I should have done it the first time he picked my lock."

Oh, right. This wasn't the first time he entered the room like that. Ever since he had arrived at the Order he tended to go inside Yu's room to annoy him. Most of time he found him meditating, though Lavi could snap him out of the deepest abstraction. He ended up in the infirmary most of the time, but he didn't suffer, and he wouldn't if it kept being this fun. Lenalee knew about his habit; she considered it stupid besides suicidal, although she still kept giving him her hairpins, almost as if she wanted to know how far Lavi could go before the samurai ended up killing him. Yu had forced Komui to change the lock, but the red-head always found a way to get his way.

And this time he had gotten a really, really good prize.

"Please, Lavi." He raised his gaze, seeing Allen's little pleading face. "Don't tell anyone about this. Please."

The Moyashi was holding his hands together, his eyes teary and his cheeks were still flushed; begging the read-head in such a cute manner that it almost made him scream "Strike!" out loud, but he held himself back because he could feel a bit of blood running down his skin. Yu, always so careful. Though he couldn't help but anxiously whisper:

"You're so cute, Moyashi-chan."

He was still lost in his own little world, without noticing that the Japanese was looking at Allen with a raised eyebrow, almost as if accusing him of being a damn manipulator and how the boy simply smiled innocently back at him.

"However," Lavi began, snapping out his dream, suddenly serious, "this thing you two have, you do know it's forbidden by the Church, right? That it's punished with death?"

"Of course we know, stupid rabbit," Yu immediately answered, overtaking even the Moyashi, who had already opened his mouth to say something.

"Then…"

"Lavi." He fixed his one eye on the young boy who had said his name, interrupting him, "do you think we're loathsome? Do you feel disgusted with us?"

This time Allen looked worried, there was something in his gaze that reflected real anguish according to what Lavi could see in his eyes. Apparently the little one didn't care about what the Church could do to him if they ever found about this relationship, but he was afraid of having one his friends hating him. Him and Yu, he had used 'us' Although the Japanese didn't seem to be worried about that, since he was only looking at the Moyashi in a way that sent shivers down Lavi's spine. Even so, he couldn't help but smile softly at the young boy, stuck between feeling amused and touched with that innocent and stupid attitude.

"Moyashi-chan, little idiot, why would I feel that? You two are my friends even if Yu denies it at every opportunity. Furthermore, I'm a bookman, I know humanity's hidden history," he said, getting up from the floor despite that he still had Yu's sword pointing at his neck. "There are very few things that are denied as much as homosexuality in the most famous of figures throughout the times, specially since the Catholic Church took over."

"Homosexuality?" Allen asked, tilting his head to the side, almost making Lavi hug him again for that very cute gesture if not because he felt the older exorcist's furious gaze so close to him.

"Yes, that's when you feel attracted to someone of your same sex," he informed, making himself feel important, happy to have someone to teach.

"Oh, I see," the English murmured, sitting on Yu's bed. "I didn't know it had a name."

He saw him play with one of the sleeves of his sweater, as if thinking about what he had just learned. It seemed a bit incredible to him the way the Moyashi seemed to be so poorly informed about the subject, after all, wasn't he with another man? This was without a doubt one of the best things he could have ever found out about, it could be some great blackmail in the future. There were so many things he wanted to know about this two very mysterious exorcists. He solemnly smiled, amused.

"What do you plan on giving me, Moyashi? It'll have to be something really good to be able to pay for my silence." His smile widened when he saw the boy's frightened look.

"Your life is more than enough, stupid rabbit," the dark-haired man muttered through gritted teeth, Mugen's blade digging into his skin even more.

"Yu-chan! You're hurting me!" he exclaimed, bringing his hand up to his wound.

"That's the point." He paled when he saw the sadistic smile the swordsman had on his face.

"Ah! Moyashi-chan, help!"

"My name is Allen, damn it!" the younger boy suddenly yelled, startling the red-head.

"Che." Yu had finally decided to put Mugen back in its sheath, although Lavi didn't know if it had been because he had noticed that the little one was already too angry to keep up with this. Incredible, even the feared Yu was afraid of the Moyashi's unpredictable moods swings.

There was a small silence, as if they were waiting for Allen to calm down a bit, though Lavi took advantage of that to organize his thoughts. He raised his gaze to see that Yu had sat down next to the other's side, but without touching him, simply looking at him at great length. While the Moyashi simply tried to fix his sweater. Then it was true what Lenalee had said about Allen; his clothes didn't fit him anymore and he refused to say anything about it. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yu-chan, you shouldn't tease the Moyashi about his figure. He looks so cute like that!" the red-head pointed out, frowning a bit and forgetting that Allen had yelled at him for calling him that.

Though it looked that Allen had also forgotten about that, because both were looking at him with an expression of confusion on their faces.

"What the hell are you saying, rabbit?"

"That! You're teasing the Moyashi because he's getting fat, right? That's why he hides his figure so much and doesn't want to tell us anything."

Yu looked at him with fury, but Lavi still hadn't given up. He was dying to see the Moyashi in something that wasn't that horrible sweater.

"But Kanda doesn't bother me about that." He looked away when he heard the English speak so calmly. "I do it because I want to, not because that idiot told me to."

"Who are you calling an idiot?" Now Yu's murderous look was being thrown at the one at his side. Lavi saw how the samurai placed his hand on Allen's head and began to squeeze it with force. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, weren't these two suppose to have a pretty and lovely relationship? The Moyashi was almost four months pregnant and Yu was suppose to be his dear and caring boyfriend, wasn't he?

"Don't do that, idiot!"

"Then stop calling me that, Moyashi!"

"Idiot! Idiot!"

He felt a couple of sweat drops running down his face. His friends definitely had the strangest love relationship he had ever seen. Lavi sincerely thought they got along better now; after all, that kiss had seemed really tender, though he hadn't been able to see it very well. He pondered this for a couple of more seconds before interrupting the stupid childish fight in front of his eyes.

"How long have you been going out?"

The two in front of him stopped fighting and turned to look at him.

"Was that the smartest question you could think of, idiot?" Yu wanted to know, looking at him with an arrogant expression that was so typical him.

"Kanda and I aren't going out, or are we?"

His mouth fell open, not believing what he had just heard. Allen was looking at Yu, questioningly, but the man didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Does it matter?"

"Jo! Of course it matters, Yu-chan!" the bookman apprentice complained, not being able to believe that someone like his baby brother Allen hadn't set things straight with Yu yet. Besides, anyone could easily tell that feelings were something very important to the Moyashi. But well, Yu was apparently a very bad boyfriend if he still kept treating the younger boy like that despite that he had gotten him pregnant. He wondered how the hell someone like Yu had been able to win someone like the Moyashi when he was so different compared to him. Then, suddenly, various scenarios began to play out in his head thanks to his big imagination: and if Yu had simply taken advantage of how defenseless Allen was in that state to abuse him? Maybe for the Japanese it was only a way to amuse himself, another way to torture the snow-haired boy and quench his low instincts at the same time.

Because, now that he thought about it, Yu had never showed any sort of attraction to any woman; unlike Allen, who blushed every time Lavi touched the subject. And the Moyashi's hormones were are all stirred up, not only because of his pregnancy, but because of his adolescence; anyone could take advantage of it. Even more if that person was the father of the baby he was expecting.

"To me…no, I don't think I do," the English whispered, to the red-head's surprise, who put his little daydream aside when he heard that.

"Of course you care, Moyashi-chan!" the junior bookman pointed out, scandalized with the small smile Allen was giving Yu.

Allen was smiling so sweetly at Yu. Well, he never smiled that way at the Japanese. And Yu was answering him with an expression of his own that looked more like a malicious smile than anything else, but warm. Dear God. This was serious! He leaned against the wall, somewhat dizzy with that sight. Of course it wasn't anything romantic, it was the Moyashi and Yu after all, but it was too much to be about them. He let out an ironic laugh. They weren't going out, but they kissed. They didn't have a relationship, but they looked at each other in a way Lavi rarely ever saw.

Even so it was still too much, so he preferred not that think about that right now. He would have a lot of time for that later now that he could interrogate them without them being able to say no to him.

"I'll let you borrow my sweater, stupid Moyashi. Though I'm sure it'll be too big for you because you're such a little kid," he heard Yu say, sounding more mocking than affectionate. Actually, it was anything but affectionate.

"I don't need your clothes, Bakanda. I don't want to smell like soba all the time," the younger boy said, turning his face around with an offended expression.

"Che. You won't be able to hide that for long." He saw how the dark-haired man pointed at the young boy's stomach before he stood up from the bed to take out his suitcase and look through it. Right, Yu didn't have that much furniture in his room except for his bed where he slept on and that little table with that strange clock that caused him so much curiosity.

The samurai pulled out a cream colored sweater, bigger and wider than the black one Allen was wearing. Lavi could see the dark blush the Moyashi had on his cheeks, though he was also frowning and was looking at the other's sweater with an angry expression on his little face.

"I told you I don't need it, Bakanda."

"Shut up, imbecile," Yu muttered, throwing the garment on his face. "I'll give you some of my shirts too. Wear you pants unbuttoned, no one will notice with the sweater on. And stop acting like an idiot, I know it's almost impossible for you, but at least try, Moyashi."

"My name is Allen! Allen!"

They were apparently ignoring him, but it didn't bother him. After all, he couldn't look away. Yu had taken out a long-sleeved shirt and repeated the process of throwing it at the Moyashi's head, who complained loudly about it after he had pulled Yu's clothes off of himself, messing up his hair. The Japanese fixed his white locks without any care, making the little one complain even more. The dark-haired man was telling him that it was his fault for having such a horrible haircut and the younger boy snapped that he at least didn't have girly hair.

"And put something on, can you? I'm getting cold just looking you," the English complained when he saw the other exorcist's naked torso.

"Che. Are you sure you're getting cold and not the opposite, Moyashi?"

Lavi could easily see the dark blush that had bloomed on the Moyashi's cheeks after that comment, plus the older teen's perverted smile; and he knew he had to say something.

"Hey! Just because your relationship doesn't bother me doesn't mean I want to see you guys doing your things!" he yelled, faking being scandalized as he dramatically covered his face.

"I'm sorry, Lavi!" he heard the young boy say, making him let out a barely concealed chuckle.

"Get the hell out if you don't want to see then," Yu muttered, making Allen blush again.

"No! You two owe me a couple of explanations, besides I…" He couldn't finish, laughing weakly when he felt Mugen dangerously close to his neck again. "Can't you leave your katana for one second, Yu-chan?"

"Err…" Allen looked like he wanted to say something to stop the bookman apprentice's death. "Ah! Is that the new uniform, Lavi?"

Lavi looked down at himself, staring at his clothes. Right, he hadn't changed after he had come back; he had only left his room to hide the folder containing the reports so Panda wouldn't be able to find them. Ah, and he wasn't wearing his red scarf either, which was good because if he was, Yu would have drenched it with blood already.

"Yes, Johnny and Tup outdid themselves this time. I look really handsome, right, Moyashi-chan?" He ignored the samurai's furious look and kept on, somewhat intrigued. "But hasn't Yu showed you his? He got it a long time ago. Well, actually, well all have it except for you, of course."

"I told you not to call me by my name, rabbit."

Another scream, this one louder. The Moyashi looked like he was getting sick just by watching them fight, though what really made Lavi stop was seeing Timcanpy placing himself on Allen's head, who looked at him with surprise. The red-head smiled with malice, ducking out of Yu's grip to try to catch the golem, except that Timcanpy didn't seem to agree with him since he ended up biting him before he could even touch him.

"What are you doing, Lavi?" the little one asked, looking at him with curiosity and a bit of embarrassment when he saw him writhe in pain while the golden golem once again placed himself on top of his snowy tresses. "What do you want Tim for?"

"You!" he pointed at the winged sphere. "Show me what you've recorded of these two!"

"What!? I thought you didn't want to see us doing those things!" the English exclaimed, completely flushed, accusingly pointing at Lavi.

"You really want to die, don't you, stupid rabbit?"

But to Lavi's disappointment, Allen's golem refused to, cuddling against the younger boy's snowy tresses as if nothing had happened. Though what caught his attention was that the other two exorcists looked so relieved. He wondered if the Moyashi had told Timcanpy not to show that to anyone else, of course, if the little sphere was actually present when Yu was here; which was very likely since the golem didn't seem to ever leave his side, almost as if he were the boy's babysitter.

He was about to ask about that, because the truth was that he was really curious about how his two friends were together and he wanted to know how far they had gone when he heard someone knocking on the door. Allen let out an audible gasp, immediately tensing up. Yu only clicked his tongue, sheathing Mugen before taking out another shirt from his suitcase to finally put it on. They were still knocking, more and more loudly, but neither of his two companions seemed to want to open the door.

"Hum, guys, perhaps we should…"

"Che. That damn bastard."

Lavi blinked, somewhat frustrated. That wasn't enough information since the Japanese tended to call the whole world that. It was when he saw the Moyashi slowly get up from the bed that he realized it must be Howard Link. The famous Two-Dot.

The younger boy took the clothes the dark-haired man had given him, the ones he had refused to wear. He was still lightly flushed, though he had an expression of anguish drawn on his face. He slowly walked to the door as Lavi continued to look at him.

"That's right…"

He let out a small scream when Allen hit him on the head, probably with a lot more force than he had deserved. Rubbing his head, he complained, confused and taken off guard with that sudden display of violence.

"What was that for, Moyashi!?"

"You should know," he heard him say, before he walked to the door to open it and leave the samurai's room.

He blinked a couple of times, still a bit confused, trying to remember if he had done anything to make the young boy react that way. Perhaps it had been some sort of prank he had forgotten about. He turned around to look at the other exorcist. He was giving him his back, as if trying not to look at the door, probably so he wouldn't throw himself at it to go and kill the inspector. He knew how much Yu hated him, a lot of times he had heard him cursing him despite that it wouldn't do any good. Well, at least now he knew why he loathed him that much, after all Link was the one who could spend the most time with the little Moyashi.

"Yu."

"You're still here?"

"Of course I'm still here! You're ignoring me, how mean of you!" the red-head sobbed.

But not even that managed to snap Yu out of his thoughts. Lavi frowned; he hated being ignored and even more when the person ignoring him was as fun to annoy as Yu was.

"Tell me, tell me, how far have you and the Moyashi-chan gone?"

"Che. That's none of your business, idiot."

"Did you stick to him yet?"

He got what he wanted, since the Japanese had turned around to look at him with an expression of complete fury on his face.

"Shut up," he heard him say through tightly gritted teeth, livid.

"Ah! Then you did do it!" He smiled, delighted to have the other exorcist's attention. "It was obvious you would be the dominant one, even though the Moyashi-chan doesn't look easy to tame despite that he's so cute and innocent. I bet he's a little wild animal in the sack, isn't he?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, rabbit."

"How does it feel to do it with a man, eh? I've always been curious about that, but I like women too much to try it out. Is it really different, Yu?"

"How the fuck should I know that? Get the hell out already!"

The eye-patch wearing teen raised an eyebrow. Did that mean his friend had never slept with a woman before? It was true that he didn't seem that interested in them, but hormones were hormones and he thought that a man as sough after as the samurai had at least succumbed once to one of the many beautiful girls anxious to be in the company of a handsome young man. It wasn't that Lavi had a large history of adventures, but have fun he did. He also didn't believe that the Japanese had slept with a man before, it was much more easier for the Church to find out and punish him if he had done it during a mission. And if this was his first time?

"Dear God, Yu, you gave the Moyashi your virginity!"

"I said shut up!"

He raised his hand when the red-head moved closer to him, though it surprised him that he didn't do anything else but look at him with barely contained fury. He saw him sit down on the bed, looking at the wall as if not wanting to deal with Lavi right now, who blinked, not being able to believe he was still alive.

"You, idiot."

"Eh, yes?"

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Do what?" He bit his lower lip, thinking, trying to understand what the other wanted and failing miserably.

"Che. How to have sex with another man right, do you know or not?"

He could have sworn Yu was embarrassed, but it was hard to tell without looking at his face. It seemed strange to him for the other to ask him that, after all, he was supposed to be the one with the experience. Unless…

"Don't tell me you…argh, idiot! You hurt Allen, didn't you!?" He ran a hand in his hair, furious, taking off his bandana. He couldn't believe Yu was this stupid and he didn't even want to imagine the pain the small boy had gone through.

Besides, the other didn't answer him. The Japanese was still not looking at him, confirming what he had just said. How long ago had this happened? After all, he still didn't how when they had started this relationship of theirs. The Moyashi seemed pretty calm, so maybe it had happened sometime ago. Though seeing Yu this upset told him something else. He tried to calm down, breathing in deeply. It must have been really bad for the dark-haired man to mention it.

"How can you not know the difference between a woman and a man? Are you eighteen or four?" he muttered through clenched teeth, still somewhat mad, though a lot more relaxed.

The other still didn't say anything. It was the first time since he had known him that he had ever seen him this worried, so much that he hadn't even snapped at him for the obvious insults he was giving him. He clicked his tongue, ending up leaning against the wall while he looked at the ceiling. The silence was uncomfortable and this time he was sure Yu wasn't going to break it, so it had to be him.

"I'll tell you how to do it. But you'll have to answer a couple of questions. Also! You'll let me call you Yu-chan without trying to kill me."

"Che. Don't screw with me, rabbit."

"What? You don't want to know?" the red-head asked, disappointed.

"I'll end up fucking him again. You decide if you want the Moyashi to enjoy it or not."

He opened his mouth with surprise. Wasn't he sorry about what he had done? The worst thing was that for some reason he couldn't even get mad at him. After all, it was so typical of Yu that he didn't know whether to be frightened by what he had said or not.

"You're a bastard, you know that, right?"

"Che."

Lavi shook his head, pulling away from the wall to get closer to the Japanese.

"Alright, I'll help you, but only because of my little brother Moyashi-chan! I can't believe he likes someone as abusive as you. Hey, stop smiling!"

How shameless of the Japanese to look at him with that sardonic smile, knowing himself to be in complete control of the situation. Was this what had captivated Allen? He was a masochist then, something he had already suspected either way. Though he would have to interrogate the Moyashi after this; it would be a lot easier with him as long as he knew how to make his moves.

"Well! After all, when you do it from behind you have to be careful about some things, no matter if it's a man or a woman."

He slapped his face when he saw Yu looking at him with half-closed eyes, an obvious sign that he hadn't understood a thing of what he had just said, How could someone who used so many bad words not understand something like this? All without counting what he said to the Moyashi, he was almost positive that he didn't even stop bothering him when they were being intimate. He shook his head with force, trying to get rid of those mental images.

"Oh, God. This is going to be a long night," he scoffed, taking off his uniform jacket at the same time he placed his bandana back on his hair again.

Good thing he had had a couple of really strong coffees.

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Allen sat down on his bed, looking at the gift Link had brought him, courtesy of auditor Lvellie: a box of chocolates.

It was strange, very strange. That's why the English was looking at them with suspicion. He didn't really know his inspector's boss that well, but he did know some things about him; and in between those things wasn't a habit of giving exorcists candy. He took one of them and brought it close to his face. He actually didn't like chocolates that much. He ate them and enjoyed them like he would with any other candy, but they always brought back the memory of Cross and a really bad hangover for having eaten a whole box of alcohol filled chocolates. The mere memory of the punishment his Master had given him made him tremble.

He put the chocolate back in the little box, placing it at his side, knowing Howard Link was looking at him. He knew his inspector had probably talked to Komui about him. But the truth was that he didn't want to know why; he already had too many things in his head for another one to be added. It was enough for the day, too many things in so little time; that Lenalee wasn't as innocent as his brother thought she was, that Lavi had found them before things could go even further and that Kanda…

He blushed lightly when he saw the Japanese's clothes at his side, they made him remember what had been about to happen before Lavi had interrupted them. Then it was true that Kanda wanted him enough to show himself like that to him and announce that he had had to settle for the comfort of his hand during those two weeks of separation the samurai himself had caused. He laid down on the bed, hugging the cream colored sweater to his chest, thinking about how that very same garment had been used by the dark-haired man.

Suddenly, he felt like eating something spicy. Damn, weren't the cravings supposed to be over by now? For some strange reason he had developed an addiction for seasoned foods. He was glad he had a strong stomach, otherwise he would have had to deal with even more discomforts. Though it could be because those were the kinds of foods Kanda had specifically told him not eat. He smiled with malice.

Although he didn't know if he felt like walking all the way to the cafeteria when he really wasn't that hungry. And it wasn't like he could just ask Link to bring it to him; it would be weird. Besides, it was late, he didn't want to wake Jeryy up just so he could satisfy his stupid cravings. He let out a loud sigh before he saw Timcanpy fluttering on his head. He raised an eyebrow, remembering that he had found the golem in one of the many corridors of the Order and that he had seemed to be following Kanda.

"What were you doing in that corridor?" he asked at the same time the golden sphere laid down on the sweater he was still carrying in his arms. "Were you with Kanda before you found me, Tim?"

Timcanpy seemed to be carefully looking at Allen, almost as if he were deciding if he was or wasn't going to tell him what he had been doing. But before the English could ask again, the golem had raised himself in the air one more time, slowly flapping his wings before opening that mouth full of teeth and project something:

He blinked, focusing. He could easily see Kanda in that projection, walking towards the bathrooms as if he had just finished training. He swallowed, feeling himself blush softly when he saw the black shirt sticking to the Japanese's body. He shook his head, embarrassed but without being able to completely look away.

A couple of finders were there when they saw the dark-haired man come in; which was why they ran away as soon as possible from the dark aura the man was giving off. He couldn't help but let out a small laugh, that was the eastern exorcist's fame, so horrible that people would rather stop what the were doing as long they didn't have to be any closer to him than was absolutely necessary.

He turned his attention back to the projection when he saw Kanda go into one of the stalls, the ones they used before going into the hot springs Komui had installed for all of them. Then he saw him undress, quickly taking off his shirt and pants, almost roughly so. He seemed to be really mad about something, really mad. But Allen didn't give that much though when he saw the man take off his underclothes with the same force he had used when he had begun to get undressed.

This time he did feel his face burning up when he saw the other exorcist's crotch. The Japanese had a very obvious erection and that seemed to really annoy him, he could tell because of his face full of rage and frustration, with frustration more than anything else. The snow-haired boy fixed the collar of his shirt, once again beginning to feel a little hot, the same way he felt when he was with Kanda. He stared at him until he opened the shower. Now he understood why Kanda's hair had been so cold when he had touched him, he had probably taken a cold shower to get rid of the fever he was feeling. Was it his fault, Allen's, that the dark-haired man felt that way? He swallowed again, still not being able to look away from the movie Tim was projecting.

It didn't work, he could tell because despite taking a shower with really cold water, Kanda's hardness didn't go away. Dear God, was that even normal? He didn't know, he'd never gone through something like that, though he was already feeling really hot because of what he was seeing to try to think logically. And that sensation grew even more when he saw him place his right hand over his excited member. The water was still running, making that long hair stick to the man's face and body; and that made a shiver run down the younger boy's back, something he couldn't explain nor did he bother to think about.

Kanda had begun to stroke himself, too fast for having just started, as if he had gone through this various times. Then it was true what he had said, it hadn't been an exaggeration. He brought his hand up to his mouth when he heard those deep moans he hadn't heard in such a long time. Yes, the Japanese was moaning really softly but it was still audible, with his eyes closed and an expression of complete concentration on his face. Allen had never seen him like that, perhaps because his senses were always so clouded when Kanda touched him that he couldn't really look at the other's face when they were being intimate. That face that showed anger, yes, but also lust and a need he had never seen in him. Suddenly, he felt the urge to go back to the samurai's room and force him to pick up where Lavi had interrupted them, without caring if the bookman apprentice was still there.

He covered his mouth with his hand, finally noticing the things he had been thinking about. It was embarrassing, he wasn't supposed to feel like that, it was true that he liked Kanda's touches, but they weren't as necessary as having the older exorcist next to him. And right now he wanted to feel those big hands on his body or, better, that Kanda would let him touch him to calm down that desperation that could be seen on the dark-haired man's face. That wasn't supposed to happen! His body wasn't supposed to feel so hot just by looking at this projection.

He let out a small gasp when he heard something. He was sure the Kanda from that image had said his name through gritted teeth. Well, not really his name, but that awful nickname he had given him.

Allen frowned; not, it wasn't possible for Kanda to do that, not in the bathrooms. Though he didn't seem to care in the least, after all, everyone had probably left when they had seen that the samurai was going to take a shower, just like the finders had done.

Then he heard it again. A clear "Moyashi" slipping past those tightly pressed lips while the man leaned against the wall, stroking himself even faster if possible. Now Allen was also breathing heavily, his silver eyes widening at the same time he crawled closer to Tim's projection. His face was burning up, his whole body was burning up. He was thinking about him after all, Kanda was touching himself while thinking of him. Just like he had told him.

He saw him come, drowning out a moan as best as he could. He was still breathing with difficulty, not much, but it was obvious his pulse had risen quite considerably. He let out a gasp when Kanda punched the wall, the abrupt action startling him a bit. He murmured something, probably in his native language since Allen hadn't understood anything of what he had said. The Japanese stayed under the cold water of the shower for a little longer, still breathing heavily as the water slid down his body. He was still mad, his brow was furrowed and his gaze was full of fury.

He heard him whisper:

"Moyashi."

He opened his mouth. Dear God, that had been…he didn't even know how to define it. The only thing he knew was that his body felt really hot, that he had never blushed this hard in his life, that he wanted to go back to Kanda's side as soon as possible.

But then he suddenly remembered something. He quickly turned around, with an expression of fear on his face.

Link was looking at him with a noticeable tic on his eye, with an expression he had never seen on German's face. Allen stood still for a couple of seconds before he reacted, throwing himself on top of Tim to be able catch him.

"Ah! Why didn't you tell me Link-san was here? Tim!" He knew it was stupid to yell like that, after all it was his fault for not asking. And more because he had stood gaping like an idiot, staring at that morbid scene that he had forgotten he wasn't alone. That he was never alone.

He grabbed Tim in his hands, at the same time the golem had stopped projecting a Kanda fixing his hair into that messy ponytail Allen had seen on him. Why the hell had the golem recorded that? And why he had shown it to him without a care in the world when he refused to project other things of the same kind?!

"You're a pervert, Timcanpy!" he yelled, still really red from what he had just seen as Link looked at him with incredibility, probably thinking that the pervert here was someone else.

That's why Allen also felt somewhat dirty for getting exciting just by seeing Kanda satisfying himself, moaning for him in that soft and throaty voice. That voice that made the English feel new sensations that he didn't really understand very well.

Although, luckily for him, the fright and the embarrassment had calmed down his need a bit. His cheeks were still flushed, but he knew that it would take a bit longer for the blush to disappear completely. Turning around, he shyly looked at Link, noticing that the inspector had regained his composure again. The German cleared his throat, apparently not wanting to look at the snow-haired boy no matter what right now.

"We should go to sleep, Walker."

Allen nodded after turning to the other side. Clumsily getting up from the bed, he almost tripped on the sheets thanks to how nervous he was. He also took advantage of the silence to place the box of chocolates on the little table, feeling a light shiver run down his back when he remembered who they were from. Link had already begun to change into his pajamas, turning his back to him, allowing him to calmly take out his sleeping clothes. It was a good thing that they still fit him, or least they had the last time he had worn them because they were a lot bigger than the tight pants he tended to wear.

He was also glad that Link had decided to ignore him, that way he could change right there. He generally asked the inspector to leave the room, because if he didn't even let Kanda look at him there was no way he was going to let the other do it. He barely finished changing when he noticed that this clothes didn't fit him anymore. Shit, a million times shit. Damn stomach, damn cravings, damn mission, damn fever!

He breathed in deeply, looking at Kanda's clothes. It obviously made his blush darken even more, but he didn't care. He was a bit cold and he wanted to wear that sweater so he could at least sleep with a couple of buttons undone. He already couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in, he didn't want to worry about how tight his clothes were too. Perhaps he should stop being so stubborn and ask Johnny and Tup for help, but his pride didn't let him.

He sighed, grabbing the cream colored sweater to place it on top of his pajama, feeling really warm. He could smell Kanda's scent, and he let out a small laugh because he had been almost sure that it would smell like soba, but it didn't. He couldn't really describe it, he only knew that he liked it and that was it. Laying down on the bed, he accusingly looked at Timcanpy while the golem calmly laid down at his side on the pillow.

Link was already done changing too. The inspector cleared his throat, still not looking at Allen. He felt a little ashamed again, after all, Howard Link considered that a perversion that went against the Catholic Church. He only hoped he wouldn't change his mind and would keep their secret without reporting it to the higher ups, because if he did Kanda and him would be in serious trouble or so the inspector himself had said.

He began to twist and turn like he tended to do now every night. It was impossible, he simply couldn't find a comfortable position. This was probably going to be another sleepless night, more because of the images he had seen. Little by little his mind began to drift off, he was worrying about other things so he wouldn't give himself completely to that image of Kanda he had seen.

He turned around again, looking at Link lying on the futon at the foot of his bed. Tomorrow would be one of the days he could spend the night with the samurai. He smiled softly, with his cheeks lightly flushed a softer color than before. After all, the one thing he wanted now was to be at his side and nothing else. Could this be one of those mood swings Lavi had talked about? Perhaps.

He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply while he tried to relax, tried not to think about anything. Not even about Kanda, least of all him because he didn't know when his body would need something else than a simple innocent hug. He snuggled on the bed, on his side, though in the end he laid down on his stomach. He could feel Timcanpy tickling his face with his tail for a couple of seconds before he stopped. Apparently Tim knew that Allen needed to sleep, only that his body refused to listen to him

However, just when he was about to move again, he felt something on his lower stomach. It had been very light, hardly noticeable. Some sort of very gentle thump, very different to anything he had ever felt before. He stood still for a little while longer, waiting for it to happen again.

When he noticed that nothing was wrong he decided to sit up, sitting on the bed at the same time Tim's wings fluttered to look at him with curiosity. But Allen ignored him, simply looking down, not really thinking about anything. He didn't know what that had been, only that it felt strange. It had probably been nothing, perhaps he was just really nervous and that's why his body had reacted like that. He laid down again, with his eyes widely opened and his mind completely blank.

After a couple of minutes had passed he blinked a bit tiredly before deciding to close his eyes, gently placing his right hand on top of his stomach for the first time since he had begun his mission.

He had no trouble sleeping that night.

+To be continued+

Finals Notes: I woke up Sunday morning and realized I hadn't even worked on this chapter one bit, so it was a total rush job (there are a ton of errors, I'll fix them soon, promise) . Sigh, my hands hurt, and I really need to eat and use the little girl's room, lol. Also, remember how in the last chapter Allen and Lenalee had their 'girl-to-girl' talk? Well, this time it was Kanda and Lavi's turn to have their 'man-to-man' talk. I was cackling the whole time I was translating this. Oh Lavi, what would Bakanda do without you and your 'Guide to Gay Sex for Dummies' advice?

(1) Lavi means 'lion' in Hebrew, a symbol that is used a lot in the Bible…or so Kini-san says, so I'm just going to trust her on this because every time I pick up the Bible it burns my hands XD Praise her, praise her for writing this wonderful baby!

Well, hope you enjoyed, and see you as soon as I can~