I. Am. Exhausted. Why? Because not only did I have to translate this chapter, but the separate side-story that goes along with it after getting home from my sister's wedding. Sigh. You guys better be grateful, I have not slept in the past…um, a long time ago. I lost count after it hit like, six in the morning.
So, not only do you have Allen's POV, but also Kanda's POV depicting this very delicious lemon. In my opinion, Kanda's point of view of the lemon is super yummy. So if you want to go check it out, got to my account and click on the story that was titled the name of this chapter, and enjoy.
Special notes for this chapter: Lemon, a really long lemon. A really mouthwatering lemon that I hope all of you enjoy because I almost killed myself translating it.
Disclaimer: I really want to see Kanda place his head on the Allen's tummy and listen to his baby. I really do.
Apostle of God
Chapter XI-Letting Go
He had just noticed that he was doing it unconsciously. That he stayed completely still, waiting for it to happen again. It's just that it had been strange, something that had made his pulse rise and left a weird empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was sure that it was him, who else could it be? It had to be that baby, Kanda's son. But it had been so mellow, hardly noticeable, that he didn't know if he had imagined it or not. And it hadn't repeated itself again. That strange sensation, it felt like a very gentle graze (almost like the flutter of a butterfly's wings) inside of him. That's why he was confused.
He bit his lower lip at the same time he wrapped himself in that cream colored sweater the samurai had given him. He didn't know if he should tell Komui, after all, he had never asked anyone about his pregnancy because he preferred not to think about it despite that it was getting harder and harder to ignore now. Anyway, the supervisor seemed to be here in the infirmary to escape his work, not to actually help Allen with his dilemma. It wasn't that it bothered him: the least amount of attention he had, the better it was for him. That's why he was only going to go to the infirmary so the head nurse could give him his daily serum and nothing else.
He was waiting for Kanda for that. After all; he wanted to believe, now that the Japanese had stopped avoiding him, that he would come here to go with him to his treatment like he tended to do before 'that' had happened. Though maybe it was still too early, Kanda usually woke him up and forced him to get out of bed while he was still too sleepy to really notice anything. But since this time he had slept really well he was already wide awake, waiting for the Japanese while he kicked his legs back and forth on the bed.
He felt Timcanpy's tiny little hand on his forehead. He was giving him little pats, leaving him alone to sit on his head once he had gotten his attention. Seeing Tim immediately reminded him of the recording he had seen the night before, which was why he avoided looking at him at all cost. His cheeks were bright red, his hands gripping his pants with force. Knowing that he caused Kanda to have those kinds of reactions made him feel weird, if he hadn't seen it with his own two eyes he would have never believed a person as cold and as serious as Kanda could have that kind of behavior. Since when had the dark-haired man gone through that? Kanda was older, not much, but enough to have more experience than him on those kinds of things.
And he still had so much doubts, he still didn't know if Kanda had been with someone else before him, that he probably had because of how much experience he showed whenever he touched him. He knew he shouldn't feel bad about that, but he couldn't help but feel that unpleasant feeling in his chest whenever he though about it. He had no idea about what could it be, but it was very uncomfortable which was why he tried not to remember it. He swallowed, his cheeks still flushed because it was Kanda who occupied all of his thoughts now. Damn Bakanda. It was his fault his body was beginning to feel another kind of needs that were unknown to him until now.
He heard Link clear his throat, his blush now completely covering his face. The inspector had been present while he had seen how the samurai satisfied himself. He didn't want to imagine the kind of perverted expression that had been on his face to have made the German avoid looking at him now. He sighed with difficulty, letting his hair cover his face as he turned his head to the side, feeling the golden golem gently flutter his wings as he tried to keep his balance.
Although he quickly raised his head, forcing Timcanpy to fly so he wouldn't fall down. He didn't notice when the golem began to chew on his hair because all of his attention was being given to the door of his room.
"Oi, stupid Moyashi. It's time-"
"I'm awake already!"
Kanda raised an eyebrow in disbelief, standing next to the door. Allen smiled radiantly, already on his feet and ready to go.
"Che. What, do you want me to clap or something? Let's go already."
The snow-haired boy pouted, angry. He knew he shouldn't expect any other kind of reaction from Kanda after all. He was still a damn insensible bastard. Even and when he masturbated himself while muttering his name through gritted teeth. He shook his head, trying to get rid of that image as he left his room followed by Link like always. Kanda would surely get mad if he ever found out Allen had seen him like that, so needy and desperate to feel Allen close to him, all without counting that he would probably want to get rid of Timcany for spying on him. He rubbed his face with his right hand, trying to make his blush go away.
Slowly walking to Kanda's side, he was determined to be the first one to leave and get ahead of him, despite that the Japanese would stop him before he went off too far. Allen blinked, blushing as he looked at Kanda's face. The images he had seen quickly invaded his brain again, which made him feel even more embarrassed.
"Fix that damn sweater, idiot. I told you it would be big on you, you're such a kid after all," he heard the dark-haired man say, noticing how he wrapped him up with the garment that had slid down and left one his shoulders exposed. It wasn't as if he had nothing underneath, he was wearing one of Kanda's shirt either way, no? Though it was true that the shirt was big on him, specially the sleeves, he had had to roll them a couple of times. The sweater also covered his hands, but it was better like that: it covered his left hand perfectly.
Even so he had his gloves in one of his pant's pockets, almost as if he didn't remember that he was in the Black Order and that the whole world knew about his parasitic Innocence. He smiled slightly, gaze lost in nothing in particular.
"What's wrong with you, Moyashi?"
He let out a gasp, looking at Kanda again. The other exorcist was penetratingly looking at him like always, he liked it as much as it made him nervous.
"Nothing is wrong, Bakanda. And my name is Allen, remember?"
"Che. Whatever, runt."
"I'm not a runt! I'll be taller than you one day, idiot! You'll have to stand on your tiptoes to be able to look at me in the face."
Kanda drew a mocking smile on his lips, making the small boy get even angrier, which was why he ended up crossing his arms while he looked at Kanda with his brow furrowed.
"You're very hyperactive today, did something unusual happen?" the older teen asked, looking at him suspiciously.
"Eh? No!" He quickly shook his head, once again trying to get rid of the images of Kanda playing with himself. "Le-lets go to the infirmary."
He barely opened the doors when he felt someone hugging him. He drowned out his cry of surprise, startled because that person had grabbed him by his waist while they brought him closer to their body. He closed his eyes with force.
"La-vi, let go of me."
"Jum, Moyashi-chan, let me stay like this a little longer. It's just that," the bookman apprentice pulled away from him, only enough to be able to place one of his hands on his stomach, "I really like feeling your little tummy."
It…was somewhat unpleasant. He couldn't explain why, but he didn't like being touched like this. Only Kanda could do it, even and when he didn't really like it when he did it, but he had a right; because, after all, that's where his son was. That's why; even if it was Lavi, his friend, he felt really uncomfortable in this situation. He was going to pull away from the red-head himself when he saw a sword in front of him, the sharp edge on the red-head's neck dangerously brushing his skin.
"Get away from the Moyashi right now, fucking rabbit. I warned you about what I would do to you if you kept this up."
"You're mean, Yu-chan," the bookman junior complained, letting Allen go. Who blushed even more when he noticed that Kanda was defending him. Or something like it.
"And you, idiot." He blinked, realizing Kanda was talking to him now. "Be more careful."
Be more careful? What did he mean by that?
He was going to ask him, but the other began to walk again. He frowned. Stupid Bakanda. He felt Tim lay down on his head, heard Link closing the door of his room and clearing his throat. He sighed. It wasn't as if he expected Kanda to take him to the infirmary. Lavi was also there, talking to the samurai even though the man refused to answer him. He asked himself if they that had spent the whole night together, feeling something very unpleasant in his chest. Once again that horrible sensation, somewhat alike to when he wondered about Kanda's experience in bed, though a lot less stronger. He shook his head, it was such a stupid thing. Lavi and Kanda had been friends from before he had arrived at the Order. He really wasn't bothered that it was Lavi who could spend the most time in Kanda's room: what irritated him was that he couldn't stay. That everyone else had more freedom than him.
He scoffed, walking even faster, passing the two older exorcists. He could hear them talking, although the loudest voice was Lavi's, once again pointing out something about his change of moods due to his pregnancy. He always brought that up when Allen did something like that, but it wasn't because he was annoyed. It had nothing to do with those hormones or whatever they were called. His anger was very fundamental, right?
He was so focused on that, quickly walking down the corridors on his way to the infirmary that he didn't notice that someone else was walking towards him from the opposite direction. It was one of the many finders of the Order, carrying a stack of papers that enabled him from seeing what was in front of him. Allen didn't notice anything until he bumped into the man, seeing a couple of papers flying in the air. He placed his hands on the chest of the person he had in front of him; he couldn't do anything else but that right now, trying to stop the other from hurting himself at the same time he unconsciously protected himself from the man's weight. He closed his eyes, waiting for that imminent pain that never came.
Someone had grabbed him before he fell, holding up him while the poor finder fell on the floor. He blinked, blushing.
"Kan-"
"That's why I told you to be careful, imbecile," Kanda muttered, furious while he held Allen by his back, helping him stand up. "You're lot clumsier than usual lately."
"You're fast, Yu-chan! Excellent catch," Lavi called out, ignoring the angry look the English was giving the dark-haired man for insulting him.
Though he soon remembered something.
"Are you okay, finder-san? Did you get hurt?" he asked, worried, pulling away from Kanda a bit to help the man get up from the floor.
What Allen didn't expect was for the finder to place one of his hands on his stomach. The sweater had slid down due to all that movement, which was why he had free access to touch him over the thin fabric of his shirt. He opened his eyes with surprise, paralyzed.
"So it's true," the man whispered, moving his hand over his abdomen, trying to cover all of it at once.
He had opened his mouth, but he wasn't able to say anything, could only feel goose-bumps due to those unfamiliar fingers touching him like that. However, he immediately noticed when Kanda grabbed the man by the collar of his uniform, slamming him against the wall with perhaps unnecessary force.
"Bastard," the samurai said through gritted teeth, furious.
"Ka-Kanda-dono."
Lavi was asking him if he was okay, but he wasn't paying much attention because he was still looking at Kanda. The finder was trembling while the dark-haired man tightened his grip even more, practically chocking him. He had never seen the Japanese this angry, which was surprising since he was usually the cause of his horrible mood. But then he shook his head, clearing his head: he didn't want an innocent finder to suffer just because he had been trying to satisfy an obvious curiosity.
"Kanda!" he called him, voice loud and clear.
He knew Kanda had looked at him from the corner of his eye before he fully fixed his gaze on the finder again.
"Che."
The Japanese let go of the finder with the same carelessness he had used to grab him. He still looked mad, which was why the man quickly pulled away from the exorcist. Allen wanted to tell him something, but Kanda had firmly grabbed him by his right wrist, forcing him to walk. He turned to see how the finder picked up the papers that had fallen on the floor, still trembling a bit, while Lavi told him about how lucky he was to have survived the dark-haired man's wrath.
He sighed, now looking at Kanda's back. The older teen was definitely an idiot, wasn't he supposed to not behave like that? Someone could get suspicious if they saw him holding him that way, though the amount of force he was using on his wrist was hurting him. He could always argue that it was because of the mission, that he was doing it because Allen was his responsibility and he wanted everything to be successful. And that the finder had been bothering him, because he had; that uncomfortable sensation had been a lot worse then when the bookman apprentice touched him like that. But, he insisted, it wasn't the man's fault. It would probably happen a lot more, when his pregnancy would get more obvious. He bit his lower lip. He would have to bear that, having people touching his stomach to see if he really had a baby inside there. Yu Kanda's baby.
He swallowed, finally deciding to speak to the other exorcist.
"That's enough, don't you think so, Kanda? I think we're pretty far. You can let go of me now."
"Shut up, Moyashi. Just walk and shut up."
He frowned. Why the hell was this imbecile acting like that?
But he preferred not to say anything. Though he didn't like the way the other was grabbing his wrist with so much force, he knew Kanda was nothing but an idiot who couldn't express himself with words, that this was probably the most affectionate gesture he would ever get from him. He sighed again.
Though he soon felt Kanda let go of him, leaving him somewhat surprised and out of balance with that sudden action. The other exorcist was fixing his sweater for him again, in complete silence and with that furious expression on his face. He didn't know what to do, so he simply stayed still, letting Kanda continue. Actually, he would have liked to stay like that a little bit longer if it weren't for Lavi finally catching up to them.
"Yu-chan, you almost scared that poor man to death. He'll probably never get close to the Moyashi ever again."
The red-head seemed very amused by that, since he had let out a bout of laughter when he heard Kanda click his tongue. Although Allen didn't find it very amusing, he didn't like it all, the way the eastern exorcist treated the finders. After all, it was when he had seen him treating one of them so rudely that he had decided this awful guy who had almost killed him when he had arrived at the Order was a damn asshole who didn't care about anyone else but himself. But here he was, that detestable person was wrapping him up in one of his own clothes, something Allen wouldn't have been able to believe months ago. He looked to the other side, trying to make the blush he had on his cheeks go away.
They were only a couple of steps away from the infirmary, which was why they didn't take that long to get there. It was the bookman apprentice who opened the door, still talking about the incident in the corridor. But Allen wasn't listening to him this time either. He felt a little weird having all these people around him. Well, Lavi was the only one that wasn't usually here, but he still felt somewhat claustrophobic; something that only increased when he felt supervisor Komui hugging him.
What the hell was wrong with everyone suddenly wanting to squeeze him in their arms like this? It was suffocating.
"How are you, Allen-kun? And how is she doing?" the Chinese asked, pulling away a bit, placing his hand on the English's stomach.
Another one. He sighed, trying to calm down so he wouldn't snap at Komui. Luckily for him he had touched him over the sweater, so that weird sensation wasn't that strong this time.
"'She'? It's a girl?" Lavi asked, sounding and looking completely surprised.
"We still don't know, but it's most likely for the baby to be a girl," the supervisor answered, "after all, girls have a bigger chance of surviving in their mother's uterus. I think that's why the doctors said it was a lovely little girl."
"Unfair, I wanted a little nephew," the red-head complained, though he later added: "I wonder why Lenalee hasn't rubbed it in my face yet."
"Oh, that's probably why she was looking for you," the supervisor suggested, bringing a hand up to his chin.
"Jo, Lenalee's going to ruin me. I'll never bet with woman again."
Allen simply looked at them as they chatted amongst themselves, staring at a man in a white coat who was examining him with his gaze. Without noticing it he backed up a bit and bumped into Kanda, staying still when he felt the other's corporeal heat against his back.
"Allen-kun, this is one of the doctors sent by Commander's," Komui pointed out, smiling kindly, completely ignoring the way Allen was trying to take refuge in Kanda without noticing it. "He's here for you, to do a physical examination. Don't worry, it won't take too long. He'll do it while we administer your daily medications."
He wanted to nod and smile politely at the doctor, but he simply couldn't do it. He was looking for the Japanese with his hand, wanting desperately hold on to something. He didn't why knowing that the doctor was going to examine him was making him so uneasy, a feeling that worsened when he heard the supervisor telling the other two exorcist that they had to leave so his treatment could begin. Allen didn't want that, he wanted Kanda to stay with him.
"Don't worry, Moyashi-chan!" Lavi told him, ruffling his hair. "Yu and I will wait for you in the cafeteria."
"Che."
He wanted to ask Kanda not to leave, but he knew that would have been strange, suspicious. So the only thing he could do was agree, beginning to take off the sweater the Japanese had fixed for him with so much effort. He heard the door being opened and closed. Now the two other exorcists weren't here. He avoided looking at anyone while he undressed, completely embarrassed.
"You should have said you needed new clothes, Allen-kun, those pants don't fit you anymore," the supervisor suddenly said, fixing his glasses, looking at him from up close much to the snow-haired boy's annoyance. "Although I'm glad, after all, it seems the baby is growing normally."
"But I don't want more clo-"
"Lay down on the bed, Allen Walker," the doctor ordered, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence.
He immediately obeyed, uncomfortable. The sooner they began the sooner they would finish, right? He shrank back in the bed, barely allowing the head nurse to clean his arm with a piece of cotton before puncturing him with the serum's needle. He pressed his lips together, almost used to that pain after having experienced it for quite a while every day. What caused the gasp was feeling a couple of fingers moving around his stomach, pressing down a couple of times in certain specific places. The doctor never addressed him, he only talked to Komui, who seemed really excited as he answered his questions.
Without a doubt, it was as unpleasant as he had imagined it would be. Feeling those hands touching him so coldly and systematically, those fingers burying themselves in his abdomen without any care at all. He didn't hear what the supervisor was telling the doctor, he only looked away, waiting for it to finish. He saw Link, who simply looked at the front without paying him any attention. It was Timcanpy who made him draw a small smile on his lips as he saw fly in front of him; the golem seemed to look at what they were doing to his new master with a lot of curiosity.
He sighed, trying to relax despite the situation he was in. Because this was for the wellbeing of the creature he had inside of him, or so the doctor had said.
It was a bit funny, what made them think the boy wanted to be touched like that? He reasoned it pretty well: if he, Allen, didn't like what they were doing to him; it would be worse for the baby, who was still little and couldn't complain about the way they were squeezing his home. He let out an ironic little laugh, realizing what he was thinking about.
"Is something wrong, Allen-kun?" supervisor Komui asked, looking a bit worried.
He blinked, quickly shaking his head seconds later, blushing a bit. No, nothing was wrong. Nothing really.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
He was tiredly chewing his food, completely bored out of his mind. He had seen Kanda and Lavi in the morning, but they had gone training and he hadn't seen them all day. He sighed, ignoring Timcanpy as the golem began to eat the plates of food on the table. Though in a way it was good to be a alone for a couple of moments, even when the term 'alone' was sort of stretching it since Link was here with him.
Besides, it was lucky that the scientists were busy enough to not pay him any attention, that way neither Johnny or Tup would be able to kidnap him so they could take more of his measurements, which was what really frightened him right now. But he knew that sooner of later he would have to wear maternity clothes, so he would have to get used to the idea. He played with the sleeves of Kanda's sweater, once again proving that the idiot was right and that it was big on him. He scoffed loudly.
"Hi, Allen-kun!"
He looked up when he heard Lenalee calling his name. She was with Miranda; who, or so he remembered, had just gotten back from a mission with Marie and Chaozii. He waved at them, recovering his composure now that they were in front of him.
"Good evening, Lenalee. Good evening, Miranda-san," he smiled kindly at them.
"I've told you there's no need to be so polite with us, we've been living together for a long time now, haven't we?" Lenalee complained, a bit annoyed.
"But I don't do it on purpose," Allen murmured, somewhat embarrassed. It was the truth, it was just his nature, a way to survive in his world.
"Ah, Allen-kun." Now he looked at Miranda, who looked a bit nervous like always. "Are you well? How is your little girl doing?"
"My girl?" He blinked, confused.
"Ah, yes. Y-your baby is a girl, right? Oh, God. I'm sorry! I mixed up your baby's gender! I'm so stupid, I probably heard Lenalee wrong! I'm sorry!"
The older woman was pulling on her hair while Allen looked at her with disbelief, not knowing what to say. It was true, Komui always reminded him that the baby was a girl, but he tended to forget it pretty easily for some unknown reason. It was him who stood up from the table to bow down and apologize.
"No, Miranda-san! It's my fault, I'm sorry. I sometimes forget the baby is a girl. I don't really have a good memory, that's all."
When he saw the German calm down with a couple of pats to the back from Lenalee was when he too began to relax, sighing. He sat down again, fixing his sweater before crossing his arms. It took him a while to notice that the Chinese was looking at him very closely, making him a bit nervous.
"Is something wrong, Lenalee?" he asked.
"That's Kanda's sweater, isn't it?"
His natural paleness turned to a dark blush. He stammered, incapable of stringing two words together as the girl continued to look at him with curiosity. He needed an excuse, but his brain was refusing to cooperate with him. Damn Bakanda, he should have foreseen this. To his surprise, the dark green-haired girl smiled.
"I'm glad you two aren't fighting anymore. It seems Kanda really does worry about you even if he doesn't want to admit it."
"Well, after all, Kanda-san is the baby girl's father. I'm sure he wants a strong and healthy daughter and that's why he takes care of Allen-kun," Miranda added with a smile, much more relaxed now.
He was about to sigh with relief, even when the red color on his cheeks was still there. It was lucky Lenalee had interpreted it that way and that Miranda had agreed with her. Allen didn't know if they would be okay with the nature of the relationship Kanda and him shared; he didn't know if anyone else but Lavi would take it well. Because even Bookman had said that what they were doing was a sin after all.
"Nii-san said you would start to notice the baby's movements around the fourth month of your pregnancy. Although it might be a little later than that, because he also said that girls take longer on moving then the boys. They're a bit more calm."
He began to pay attention when he noticed Lenalee was talking to him, though he didn't know why she had brought that out. He could only notice how excited the Chinese got when she talked about that, as if it were a topic that made her specially happy. Perhaps she was happy to know that a new member of the Order would soon join them. Someone else who would become a part of her family.
Allen had suddenly gotten lost in his thoughts again. Having a family; now Kanda and that child would become his family. Weird, considering Kanda as an important part of his family was weird. Because Mana was the only one who was supposed to have that special privilege and form a part of his family. But he had already accepted he liked the Japanese, after all, he wouldn't be so anxious to see him if he didn't like him.
For that and for other more physical reasons. He blushed with force. For some strange reason, his body felt really hot, a warmth that only happened when he as on a bed at Kanda's side. It was probably due to what he had seen last night; he looked at Timcanpy with his brow furrowed, though he knew it wasn't his golem's fault that he had stared at that projection like an idiot. And for forgetting that Link was there in the room with them. That stupid red colored refused to disappear.
"Are you feeling well, Allen-kun? It looks like you have a fever." He gasped when he felt one of Lenalee's hands on his forehead.
"Ah! No, no, no! I don't have anything!" He quickly shook his head, pulling away from the girl. It would be awful if they found out about what he was thinking right now. He felt deeply embarrassed. Although he knew that denying it like that only made her more curious.
Lenalee seemed deeply in thought, as if carefully analyzing the situation. Allen began to sweat, trying to anticipate the question he knew would come from the dark-haired girl's lips.
"Oh! I understand," the Chinese said, smiling at him.
"You un-derstand," he stammered. He was definitely not expecting Lenalee to say that.
"Yes. Don't worry, Allen-kun." She was still smiling, cheerily patting his shoulder, something which only made him even more confused. But if Lenalee had reacted like that it was because she didn't know the reason the real reason behind his blush. That's why he preferred not to say anything, nodding lightly.
"Lenalee-chan?" Miranda called her, apparently understanding the same thing as Allen: absolutely nothing.
"It's nothing, Miranda. It's something between Allen-kun and me."
Ah, really? Lenalee and him had something? Well he didn't know anything about that. Or maybe she meant the talk they had had yesterday. Yes, it was probably that. Well, some of it was true, although Lenalee didn't know the role he played in that matter. That he was the 'girl'. He felt embarrassed just thinking about it. Stupid Bakanda. It was all that idiot's fault he felt that need.
"Hey, guys!"
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Lavi's voice. Blinking, he immediately tried to look for the red-head, but he couldn't find him. He sighed softly, a bit disappointed, though he tried to hide it. It seemed like the bookman apprentice was very happy about something, immediately wrapping his arms around Allen's body with force while Lenalee scolded him about being careful with the English's condition.
"Aw, I can't help myself. His little face is so red and he's had that brilliant halo ever since he got pregnant. It's adorable," Lavi said, nuzzling Allen's face with his own, who complained loudly about the junior bookman's words. He did it to annoy him. He definitely did it because of that.
"B-but Lavi-kun, you can hurt Allen-kun's little girl if you keep doing that," Miranda pointed a out, a bit unsure.
"Right!" the Chinese exclaimed before adding: "That reminds me that you owe me some money."
Even Allen felt a shiver run up his spine when he saw Lenalee's smile.
"Alright, alright," the red-head grudgingly admitted, not once letting go of the English. "At least she'll be a really cute girl thanks to the Moyashi-chan. I just hope she won't inherit Yu's personality or she'll be a really scary baby."
The two women let out a small laugh as Allen looked at them with curiosity. They always talked about the baby like that, so happy and cheerful. He smiled lightly. At least, at least he didn't feel that resentment towards the little baby anymore. After all, it was thanks to him that he could be close to Kanda without raising any suspicion. He placed his right hand on his stomach with gentleness. He could barely feel it through the sweater. It wasn't that obvious yet, he could still hide it thanks to the garment the Japanese had let him borrow. But even so everybody looked at him wherever he went. He didn't want to think about the day he wouldn't be able to hide it. Although, by that time, perhaps he…
"Moyashi-chan!"
"Eh?" He blinked, frowning seconds after. "My name is Allen!"
Lavi laughed with force when he saw Allen's angry little face.
"It's time for you to go to Yu-chan's room."
He blinked again. It was still early, it had just gotten dark and he usually tended to go to Kanda's room a lot later, when Link finally thought it was adequate for him to leave his work. He looked at the inspector before looking back at Lavi again. He was going to ask the reason for why he had said that, but Lavi quickly interrupted him:
"Yu's really ticked off, it's better if you don't make him wait any longer," he told him, while he smiled widely at Allen's surprise, who felt that familiar heat invading his face again after hearing those words. "What? He said he wanted to go to sleep early and that the sooner he heard your bitching the sooner he could rest."
Allen didn't know what to say to that. He didn't even know if Kanda had really said or if Lavi had just made it up. Although it sounded so much like Kanda that he didn't know what to think.
"One day I'm going to talk to Kanda about the way he treats Allen-kun," Lenalee muttered, somewhat annoyed.
"I don't think you'll manage anything, Lenalee," Lavi let out, laughing again. "That's just the way he is after all. And the Moyashi-chan being pregnant doesn't seem to do anything to stop Kanda from insulting him."
"That's…bad, isn't it?" Miranda asked, shyly, afraid of having said something wrong.
Lenalee began to laugh softly.
"Kanda's always been rude, Miranda. Perhaps Lavi's right and he'll never be kind to Allen-kun."
"Huh, then I'll leave," Allen said after having heard his friends talk about nothing else but Kanda, sitting up.
Though he looked at Link, waiting for his approval. The German looked at him with great length, not even blinking, making Allen tense a bit. He sighed with relief when the man finally nodded, giving him a chance to leave as he straightened up to take him to the samurai's room.
He said his goodbyes at the same time Timcanpy landed on his head after getting tired of the English's constant movements. He was barely out of the cafeteria, hoping with all his might he wouldn't get lost in the countless of corridors when he heard Lavi calling him.
"I have a present for Yu, can you give it to him?"
Before he could say anything, the red-head had already shoved a little pale bottle in his hands, the color of it making it impossible for him to tell what was inside. Allen looked at him with confusion while Lavi drew a chilling smile on his lips. He hoped he wouldn't have to pay the consequences for this if it turned out to be one of the junior bookman's many pranks. The red-head seemed to notice what the younger boy was thinking and began to laugh again.
"Don't worry, Moyashi-chan. I'm sure Yu-chan will really like it." Having said this, Lavi patted his head a couple of times, messing up his hair along the way. "I hope you two enjoy it."
"En-joy it?"
"That's right!" Carefully taking Timcanpy in his hands, Lavi pulled the little thing away from Allen despite that the golem didn't seem to agree, frantically flapping his wings as he tried to return to the English's side. "He'll stay with me tonight. I don't think Yu will be very happy if he sees this little guy around his room."
"But…"
"See you later!"
Lavi had already left, holding Timcanpy by his tail to stop the golem form biting him in his rage. Allen was really confused. Blinking, he looked down at the little bottle in his hands again before sighing. Then he looked at Link, but the man avoided his eyes at all cost.
"Lets go, Walker."
He nodded, letting Link guide him as he continued to look at the little bottle. He hoped Kanda wouldn't get mad at him for doing Lavi this favor.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
When Link left the first thing he did was take a deep breath. He was in front of Kanda's room. They would both be alone, without Timcanpy and those morbid images once again filling Allen's head. He shook his head, trying to forget about those things, a bit embarrassed. He swallowed, angry at himself for being so shy about knocking on the door. Dear God, it wasn't as if this was the first time he was alone with Kanda.
He finally gathered enough courage to knock on the door. It seemed strange to him that Kanda hadn't answered him, perhaps he wasn't there and this had all been one of the bookman apprentice's pranks. Even so he placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it. He was surprised to see it was unlocked.
He entered the room silently, softly calling the other exorcist's name.
"Kanda?"
And then he saw him. He froze, the sight of the older teen sitting on the bed making his eyes widen; he had never seen him like this, dressed so elegantly. He was wearing a black vest on top of his usual white shirt, though this time it was correctly buttoned and ironed and with the collar pressed down to perfection. He had never imagined he would ever see him wearing a tie, neatly tied and in the right position; all matching with the dark dress pants and a pair of well polished shoes. And his hair, on a low ponytail, made him look like a real gentleman.
It took Allen a while to fully process the scene he had in front of him, but then he said without any apparent malice:
"Dear God, you're going to propose!"
When he saw the expression of anger that Kanda drew on his face, he laughed, adding that he should have asked for his hand in marriage before getting him pregnant. Though when he saw Kanda getting up and walk closer to him with that killer look in his eyes he knew he shouldn't have said that.
But it was too late, besides, it had been really funny; so he didn't regret it in the least. Kanda was taking off the vest, muttering through gritted teeth something about how he was going to kill Lavi in the most painful way known to man. That's when Allen began to laugh again, not being able to control the sudden bouts of laughter. He couldn't help it; everything had just seemed really adorable to him. And adorable wasn't a word used to describe Kanda if you wanted to keep your life intact. That's why the only thing he could do was laugh, happy to be able to see Kanda that way even if only once. Of course, hearing Allen's laughter only seemed to worsen the swordsman's bad mood.
"Che. Shut up, Moyashi," Kanda muttered, completely furious.
"It's not that easy!" he barely managed to say, still laughing.
Although he had to stop when Kanda got closer to him. He blinked, staring at the Japanese with curiosity. Now that he wasn't wearing the vest he looked more like himself, even with that hairstyle and the tie around his neck. But what definitely made him recognize Kanda was when the man placed one of his hands on his head, squeezing it with force. It had become a routine now since he couldn't threaten him with Mugen. It still hurt though, a lot.
"Bakanda!"
"See how easy it was to stop laughing like an idiot?" the dark-haired man said, smiling mockingly now.
Allen only looked at him with his brow furrowed until Kanda decided to stop torturing him. He was just about to say something when the Japanese grabbed him by his face to kiss him, almost aggressively, since he could feel the other's teeth biting his lower lip every time he tried to pull away from him to try to catch his breath. He had to lean against Kanda's shoulders, finally letting him enter his mouth so he would stop doing that. He tried to follow the other's movements, failing miserably because he couldn't keep up with that demanding rhythm the other always imposed. When he pulled away he had gulp down a whole mouthful of air, his cheeks burning up, not knowing if it was because he was practically choking or if it was because of something else.
Kanda's fingers gently tangled themselves in his hair, making him look up at the older man. He kissed him again, chastely this time, barely a brush of their lips. But then he drifted down lower, kissing his jawbone, using his tongue on his neck. He tried not to moan without any success. That heat he had been feeling all day had gotten worse, he was beginning to breathe with a bit of difficulty and the beats of his heart had risen considerably. And Kanda did nothing else but make things words with those actions, unbuttoning the cream colored sweater with a gentleness he didn't think the Japanese was capable of using while he continued to lick his bare skin, making him shiver.
"Kanda, the door isn't locked. Let me…"
He couldn't continue because the samurai had pressed their lips together again, causing him to breathe a lot slower. Though this time the kiss wasn't that long, because Kanda himself pulled away before he licked the small boy's lips. He saw how the other exorcist stepped forward to make sure the door was well locked. Allen swallowed, biting his lower lip because he knew the kisses were just the beginning.
"Oi, idiot, what's that in your hands?"
He blinked again, realizing Kanda was pointing at the little bottle Lavi had given him. Right, it was supposed to be a present for the Japanese after all.
"Ah! Lavi told me it was a present for you, here." He offered it to him, holding it out with both hands so he would take it.
The dark-haired man decided to take it, and to Allen's surprise, he saw a small blush on his cheeks. He tilted his head, curious. What was that thing? It had to be something very special to make Kanda react that way.
"What is.."
"Che. None of your business, Moyashi."
He frowned again. Of he course he cared, if it was something that could make Kanda act like that, then he really wanted to know what it was. He was thinking about that when he felt the older exorcist's hands on his clothes. Kanda was taking off his sweater, though without the delicacy he had used at the beginning, practically wanting to rip it off his body. He closed one eye, stupid Bakanda, he should have just asked him to do it himself so he wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.
"You're going to rip it, Bakanda," he finally said, rolling his eyes with annoyance.
"Maybe if you cooperated more it would be easier, imbecile. You're just standing there doing nothing."
Allen scoffed, pushing Kanda away so he could calmly take off the sweater, trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks that was growing darker as the seconds went by. He let the garment fall on the floor, also taking off his shoes before he spoke again.
"But don't even think I'm taking my shirt off too-"
Something was definitely wrong with Kanda, there was no doubt about that. He had never seen him desperate enough to cut Allen off just so he could kiss him with so much need. Suddenly, those images his golem had shown him last night filled his head. Showing him how this person who was so cold and unfeeling touched himself while thinking about him. He closed his eyes with force, hugging Kanda enough to feel how the samurai's hardness brushed against his own crotch. He smiled lightly through the dark-haired man's lips when he heard a small pant coming from the older of the two.
"Moyashi."
They had just barely pulled away from each other when he heard him say that horrible nickname, once again meeting those dark eyes. He ended up being pushed towards the bed while he began to hug the man again. He had to drown out a light protest due to the roughness of that movement, though he didn't stop answering the kiss the other had initiated just because of that. He laid him down on the bed, Allen once again ending up underneath him. Kanda was looking at him closely, holding his gaze without once looking away while he placed his hands on both sides of Allen's head, probably not to lean his weight against the younger boy's body.
"Kanda," he managed to whisper, knowing how red he was and that he wouldn't be able to form any coherent words right now.
"Of course you're going to take off your shirt, stupid Moyashi. I want to see you."
He quickly shook his head, blushing even more it that was possible, looking at him with anger.
"No way!"
"Che. If that damn doctor can do it, then so can I."
Kanda had begun to undo the buttons of his shirt despite that Allen had placed his hands on his chest, trying to push him away. He was embarrassed to be seen like this, but what he liked least of all was being touched. If Kanda managed to get his way then he would be able to touch him directly and that would be even more uncomfortable. He didn't want that, because it made him feel even more weird then he already did every time he was reminded of his pregnancy, as if it was that easy for him to forget that.
He had thought he had won when the other pulled away from him. He even drew a triumphant smile on his lips that was erased as soon as he saw Kanda quickly undo his tie, looking at him in such a way that a cold shiver ran down his spine. Then the dark-haired man grabbed his wrists, somehow holding them together with one of his own hands over Allen's head.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" he stammered, somewhat scared.
Kanda didn't answer him, the damn bastard didn't say anything while he tied his wrists together with the tie despite the boy's protests and constant struggles. Placing his hands on his knees after he had restricted the younger boy's movements, Kanda smirked down at him.
"You won't have a good time if you don't calm down, idiot."
Kanda didn't seem to care about the look of full of hatred Allen was giving him, though the small boy lost the urge to kick him in the face when the Japanese once again brought his face closer to his own. He tensed when the other whispered in his ear, with a tone of voice that made a shiver run down his back.
"You'll end up begging me for more, Moyashi."
He closed his eyes with force, without knowing why Kanda was telling him that. He was probably talking about when he would introduce himself in Allen's body, but it wasn't as if he had wanted that the first time, he had only wanted Kanda to finish quickly so he could go to sleep and finally rest. He didn't how pleasurable it would feel this second time, which was why he couldn't fully relax. Besides, it was his fault. It had been him who had returned to this room despite everything else, he had once again laid down on the bed of the person who had hurt him and Allen was letting him enjoy his body without any resistance now that he was tied up. Even when a part of him was still so afraid of that pain he had felt that first time.
That's why he was so nervous when he felt Kanda unclasping the buttons of the white shirt he was wearing while he felt the Japanese's damp tongue on his left ear, softly licking the shell before he bit the lobe, a soft moan slipping out. Somehow, Kanda had managed to find a lot of his weak points, he understood that now because he couldn't do anything else but try to stop those embarrassing guttural sounds from escaping his mouth every time the dark-haired man's lips and tongue licked his neck and jaw.
He blinked when he felt the cold air brush against his skin, realizing the man had fully unbuttoned his shirt. Kanda had pulled away from him again to fully look at him, which made him even more embarrassed than he already was. That shameless bastard, he had even licked his lips.
"I'll make you pay for this, Bakanda," he murmured, angry, while he looked at anything that wasn't the man he had in front of him.
He was going to sulk even more, snap at Kanda so he would stop looking at him like that when he felt something wet and warm on one of his nipples. He let out a loud moan, slightly arching his back. The older man began to suck faster, squeezing the English's other nipple with two of his fingers. The only thing Allen could do was writhe underneath the other exorcist's body. He generally felt pain there, still not getting used to how sensible the pregnancy had made his nipples feel, though Kanda knew how to use that to his advantage to cause him even more pleasure.
"Stop moving so much," Allen felt another shiver when Kanda's hot breath brushed against the damp skin of his chest, "since I'm just getting started, Moyashi."
"Pervert," he muttered, pressing his lips together.
He heard the other laugh, something he really didn't like. In fact, he had just finished thinking that when Kanda placed his hand on Allen's crotch, gently caressing him through his pants. The English tensed a bit, trying to stop the moans that were slipping past his lips no matter what while he pressed his legs together to push Kanda away from that place, something which only made him feel the other's touches even more.
"But you're completely hard," Allen drowned out another of those embarrassing sounds when he heard the dark-haired man so close to his ear, "it seems I'm not the only pervert here."
He tried to turn to his side, to escape from Kanda's hands. But the man wasn't letting him, still squeezing his nipple between his fingers, moving even faster despite that Allen was trying to stop him. He had managed to dominate him, had managed to bring him to his knees only because he knew where and how to touch him. That bastard.
Though the Japanese seemed to quickly tire of that, since he had sat up, finally leaving him alone once and for all. He risked looking at him a couple of seconds later when nothing happened. Kanda was undoing his own shirt, leaving his chest bare. Then he threw it at the side, somewhere Allen couldn't see nor did he care to look at. The Japanese was now semi-naked, with that strange tattoo that always managed to catch his attention right over his heart. But he couldn't keep staring at it since Kanda had let down his hair, letting a couple of dark tresses tickle his sides when he leaned over the younger boy again.
Allen parted his lips, waiting for a kiss that didn't take long to arrive. Right, he was also a pervert, just like Kanda. Although he couldn't concentrate much, because he felt the other place one of his hands on his stomach, making him let out a gasp through his lips. It wasn't as unpleasant as when Lavi touched him, like when that finder had dared to caress him so he could satisfy his curiosity or, even worse, when the doctor who had been sent by the Commanders had checked up on him. He didn't like it much, but having Kanda's tongue in his mouth managed to distract him pretty well from feeling embarrassed.
Even so, as soon as Kanda had let him breathe, he asked:
"Why do you like touching that place so much? It's embarrassing." He looked at him with his silver-plated eyes, waiting for an answer from the other exorcist who was still on top of him though he was being careful about not fully leaning his weight against him. He was surprised when he answered him almost immediately.
"Che. It's no embarrassing. Our daughter's in there, idiot."
Maybe he shouldn't have asked that, because Kanda's answer only made him blush even more. He barely managed to swallow, looking away from him.
"But…"
"But?" He blinked when the dark-haired man began to speak again.
"But you shouldn't let anyone else touch you, understand, Moyashi? Only I can."
He laughed, amused.
"I can't stop the doctor from touching me, Bakanda. Besides, I can't tell everyone else not to do it just because you don't want them to."
"Che."
He was just about to laugh again when he felt Kanda's hands on his hips. Taking advantage of the fact that he now wore his pants unbuttoned, the dark-haired man pulled them down along with his underclothes. Allen let out another moan, a louder one as he felt the brush of his clothes against his member. He tried to get out of his binds, pulling at them. He knew he could free himself if he really tried, but it was getting harder to concentrate, even more when the Japanese began to gently stroke his male.
"Kan-da…"
He didn't like moaning that way, it reminded him too much of his Master's women. But he couldn't stop doing it, having Kanda's hand on his extension made him feel too good, so much that he was beginning to move his hips without noticing it. Luckily for him, the older teen helped him by kissing him, drowning out those embarrassing noises between their lips. However; a moan of disappointment escaped his mouth when Kanda stopped touching him, he even tried to bring their faces closer together, but the other had already pulled away from him. He looked at him, curious, not understanding why he had left him like that.
He let out a gasp when the Japanese's lips returned to his neck, slowly drifting down his body. He swallowed, looking at the ceiling. Then he closed his eyes, feeling the older man's hot breath on his skin, lower and lower. He let out a small cry when Kanda wrapped his lips around his cock. He barely managed to hold onto to the bars of the samurai's bed with his tied hands.
"Un-tie me…please…"
Kanda didn't bother to pay him any attention, immediately moving his head, taking Allen's member in and out of his mouth again and again. He had started out too fast, too fast. He tried to close his legs, but Kanda stopped him by firmly grabbing his knees, almost hurting him. He panted harshly until the dark-haired exorcist pulled him out of his mouth, licking the tip only, sending little shocks of electricity up his spinal cord.
It was when the eastern exorcist engulfed his whole member that he raised his hips without wanting to. He had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from screaming, the sensations increasing every time the other used his tongue, every time he sucked with more force. Allen was about to come, he could feel it; he was moving his hips almost desperately now, as much as Kanda's strong hands on his body allowed him to.
But the older male pulled away before he could come. The English could only look at him, his gaze still clouded, imploringly. He wanted him to know that he was enjoying it and that he wanted more. However, he snapped out of it when he saw the Japanese unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down. He was undressing in front of him. And he had never seen him that way. Allen was the one who always ended up without any clothes, not Kanda. The Japanese usually only pulled down the zipper of his pants to free his erection so Allen could touch him. So it felt weird knowing there would no longer be any sort of barriers between them, well, expect for that opened shirt Allen himself was wearing.
Then, the man grabbed the little bottle Lai had given him. He blinked with curiosity when Kanda opened it, squirting a bit of the liquid on one of his hands. The Japanese began to close in one him, spreading his legs without saying anything. Allen was beginning to get nervous again.
"What are you doing? What?"
"Shut up, Moyashi. If you don't calm down it'll hurt again."
Hurt? Right, he was going to bury himself in his body again, just like that horrible first time. He quickly closed his legs, making the other click his tongue in disdain.
"What's wrong with you?"
"No-No…it's just that…"
He looked at his surroundings, trying to come up with an excuse to get out of here, He was afraid, damn it. It wasn't something he would ever admit to Kanda, but he was so afraid. That's why he shook his head when the other spread his legs practically by force, placing himself between them to stop the boy from closing them again.
"Kanda!"
"I already told you: if you don't calm down it'll hurt. It's your choice if you want to enjoy it or not."
He swallowed, more nervous than he had been before. Kanda would take him even if he didn't want to do it. And he wanted to tell him to stop, but something wasn't letting him. He let out a gasp when he felt something warm and wet on his entrance, tensing a bit. But despite his resistance something slid inside of him, making him let out a small cry of pain.
"Moyashi."
He closed his eyes; Kanda was licking his left cheek. Whatever was inside of him began to move, and he realized it was one of the other exorcist's finger. It was uncomfortable, painful, but it moved with relative ease. It was probably due to the contents of that bottle Lavi had given Kanda. Just when he was beginning to get used to that finger, another one was added, making him whine in annoyance again. He felt how Kanda was trying to move those fingers inside of him, his free hand holding one of his knees so he wouldn't close his legs. He tried to relax as best as he could, even when he felt the knuckles of Kanda's right hand brushing his skin.
"Why…?" he managed to say between harsh pants, looking at Kanda.
But Kanda only kissed him instead of answering him when he added a third finger in him, making him tense up again. It hurt. It hurt a lot and the Japanese had immediately begun to move those three fingers together, almost pulling them out only to roughly thrust them back in. It forced him to arch his back, moan through gritted teeth.
Then he finally pulled them out of his body, making him let out a soft sound of relief. It had been strange feeling Kanda's fingers like that, specially because that liquid made them slide inside of him and it was a somewhat annoying senstation. He tried to convince himself that the man would perhaps be content with that, even when he knew that that wasn't the truth. He opened his eyes and saw Kanda squirt more of that liquid on one of his hands, although this time he began to slather it over his member, extending that slippery substance on his cock.
Soon, the dark-haired man began to crawl towards him, not the least bit embarrassed as he showed him his erection. Allen could only close his eyes when Kanda spread his legs a little roughly again before he placed himself between them. However, the older exorcist grabbed him by his face, unusually gentle.
"Look at me, Moyashi."
And he did. He looked at him with his eyes wide open while he felt something hard, warm and big entering his body without stop. He tried not to scream, so he only bit his lower lip while more tears slid down his cheeks. It wasn't like that first time, it was different. This time he was much more deeper inside, reaching places that had never before been touched. It hurt, but that was only because he felt his muscles being dilated by force while Kanda continued to push inside of him. But then he stopped. Kanda hadn't once looked away from him during that first intrusion. And, in fact, he didn't look away either when he began to pull out, slowly pulling his hips away.
Allen was still holding onto the headboard of the bed when the other thrust in again, going in even deeper if it was possible, making him moan despite that he tried not to. He didn't know how it was possible for Kanda's member to go in so deep, the first time they had done this he had barely managed to bury a bit of it in his body, and even with that he had been able to hurt him. Kanda wasn't giving him any time to get used to the rocking of his hips which was why it was somewhat painful; but at the same time he felt a strange sort of pleasure, something very light hidden between the pain of each thrust. The Japanese grabbed him by his waist, helping himself as he continued to push inside of him again and again. Allen could only pant, let out a few small moans every now and then while he felt his cheeks burning up and more tears running down them. He shouldn't be crying because it didn't hurt as much as that first time, just like he had predicted, but even so those salty drops ended up sliding down his face without him being able to stop them.
He let out a gasp of surprise when he felt Kanda's hands on his back, the samurai had made him sit up without once pulling out of him, making him sit on him. Now the union of their bodies was complete, the Japanese's member was fully inside of him, the other's hips underneath him. He let out a small protest, placing his tied hands on the dark-haired man's head to try to hug his neck as best as he could. He breathed in deeply, finally trying to get used to being stretched like this seeing as Kanda was finally giving him the chance to do so.
Even so he couldn't stop a loud moan from slipping past his lips when the other stopped everything he was doing to grab and raise his hips, dropping them down on his member almost immediately, going in even deeper again.
"Come on, Moyashi," he whispered in his ear. "Move your hips a bit."
He shook his head, mostly because he didn't know what Kanda was talking about. But he couldn't think about it much, since the dark-haired exorcist had repeated his previous action one more time: grabbing him by his ass to help him move. He could feel Kanda's member inside of him, sliding in and out thanks to the Japanese's movements. He began to use his legs to support himself and soon enough Kanda had stopped helping him: he began to impale himself, very slowly and gently, getting used to the sensation. It was pleasurable despite being uncomfortable. At least there wasn't any pain anymore.
Kanda caught his lips again, quickly introducing his tongue in his mouth. It seemed the samurai had grown tired of the slow movement of his hips because he decided to take control of things again, holding him by his hips; thrusting into him even faster and with much more strength, making the boy feel more of that pain again due to the roughness of his plunges, although the pleasure wasn't too far back either. He was moaning out loud, murmuring Kanda's name through gritted teeth, no longer being able to help it. Though he soon felt something strange, a place inside of him that had being touched had made him arch his back. He opened his eyes with surprise, a soft cry slipping past his lips.
The dark-haired man seemed to notice how much the younger exorcist had enjoyed it, because he began to try to touch that little place again and again with the tip of his erection. He began to kiss him again, silencing his moans, something which Allen thanked him for by answering him with passion. Kanda was stroking him again, calloused fingers making him tense a bit. Tears still sliding down his cheeks, Allen wasn't sure he could hold on anymore; the stimulation inside of him, his member, his mouth. He finally reached his orgasm, spilling himself on the other exorcist's hand. He leaned against the older boy's body, breathing harshly, still feeling Kanda's thrusts inside of him.
It didn't take longer for the other to come. He felt something warm inside of him, the substance making him tense more then before. He would have liked to complain, but he was simply too exhausted; that's why he didn't do anything when that sticky liquid began to run down his thighs little by little. Kanda was still inside of him, breathing with a bit of difficulty too. He smiled lightly, hugging him despite that his hands were still tied.
"Moyashi."
"Mhm?"
"You…can call me by name."
Allen immediately pulled away from, looking at him with disbelief. Kanda was blushing. Dear God, he really was blushing. Captivated, he could only look at him with his eyes wide open. Then he smiled again.
"No way."
"What?" Kanda moved, roughly, making him wince since he was still buried inside his body.
"Ouch, Bakanda. That hurts! Don't move like that!"
"Why the fuck don't you want to call me by my name?"
He was mad. Well, well. Allen laughed.
"I will if you call me by mine," he said, smiling.
"Fucking shit. Stupid Moyashi."
"Will you? Will you finally call me Allen?" He pressed his body closer to the other's own, placing a soft kiss on the older teen's throat.
"Che. That will never happen, idiot."
Allen frowned, lips forming a small pout.
"Then you'll always be Bakanda."
The other clicked his tongue, pushing the small boy off of him, the sudden action making Allen let out a small whine. He ended up laying on the bed again, his hands still bound together. He was going snap at the other to untied him, but Kanda had grabbed him by his legs, raising them up. He blushed furiously when he realized the other was thoroughly looking at his entrance. It made him even more embarrassed because he knew the semen was freely coming out now.
"I'm…going to go clean myself…" he murmured, looking at the wall.
"There's no need for that, imbecile. It's not as if you can get pregnant again."
He opened his mouth, ready to snap at Kanda when he felt a small movement in his stomach. There it was again, the same thing that had happened the night before. He looked at Kanda with amazement, his eyes warm despite that he wasn't the least bit aware of the kind of look he was wearing.
"Kanda."
"Che. What do you want?"
He stopped. He wasn't sure it was the baby after all. And he wasn't going to tell Kanda that, not now, not after they had just had sex. He swallowed before he shook his head.
"It's nothing."
He didn't say anything when Kanda untied his wrists, although he did rub them since they had fallen asleep a long time ago. He was surprised when he felt Kanda's lips on his forehead, placing a soft kiss on the pentacle of his scar. He looked at him with curiosity until Kanda gave him one of his killer looks, quickly looking away from the dark-haired man's eyes. He sighed. After all, this man still was really scary. Even so he cuddled against the Japanese when the older exorcist wrapped his arms around him.
"I really want to go take a bath," he murmured again.
"You don't need to, Moyashi."
"Eh?"
"Of course, because you're going to get dirty again right now."
"What?!"
Oh, he was definitely in trouble now. In really bad trouble. The perverted smile on the other exorcist's lips was a dead giveaway.
This was going to be a long night.
To be Continued…
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End Notes: Augh, so tired. Ready to drop dead now. Oh, sorry this took me like, two weeks more than it was supposed to, but this last three weeks of school are really hectic. I had to do a bunch of work I missed while I was sick and projects, sigh. And next week are final exams, eugh. Either way I promise to give you a new chapter as soon as school is done, after all, Kini-san's baby is my first priority :D because this is my favorite Yullen of all time. Oh, also, if you guys see any mistakes I would forever be thankful if you point them out to me since I didn't double checked it and neither did my Beta (the awful woman is on a date with her hubby, the traitor).
Well, thanks so much for reading us. And if you want you can go read this from Kanda's POV on my account. So, um, see you soon?