A/N: A month since the last update but what's this? Could it be an entire chapter from Kanda's POV? :P

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When Allen, Kanda, and Marie reached Barcelona, there was still no Finder waiting for them. Luckily, the woman and child they were trailing elected to disembark. So the trio followed suit, sending Timcanpy to escort the seemingly innocuous pair while the three of them had a bite to eat. The little boy seemed to be quite a fan of the golden golem; and the so-called 'cursed woman' apparently had a far better reputation in this town, as she insisted on having her 'good friend' set them up with comfortable lodgings.

"At least we can have some good food," Moyashi had said with a disturbing level of glee; "Nothing like a big town for finding great restaurants!"

Kanda already knew there was hardly any cuisine in the world that Allen Walker would turn his nose up at, yet it appeared that went double for tapas.

"—as 'oping we'd get t'stop back 'ere. I looove Spain!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Baka-Moyashi…" Kanda's lip curled.

Somehow Walker managed to witness that snarl and yet smile back. Affectionately. Kanda wasn't sure what to make of the bean sprout's bubbly attitude. Ever since they'd met the old woman and little boy they were following, he'd become strangely exuberant.

Or maybe it wasn't about them.

"Kanda, you've got to try this!"

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"Tch."

"Isn't it good Marie?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, you should try some, Kanda."

"Right, so here—"

It was a surprise attack and so Kanda acted on reflex. Weirdly, that reflex appeared to be to bite, chew, and swallow? He expected he'd grimace at least, but that wasn't working out either, because—

"Not bad, huh Kanda?"

"It's not soba… but it's… alright," he admitted, not being one to lie. That brat. Those delicately marinated and seasoned morsels actually made his mouth water a little.

Now Kanda wanted to punch the smallish smirk off Marie's face. First, however, he had a Baka-Moyashi to deal with. Priorities. So he took a breath to speak and—

"You too, Marie. You haven't tried these ones yet right?"

Allen was already placing food on Marie's plate. Not feeding him, but still. The unpleasant crawling sensation in Kanda's stomach was something like anger, but somehow wasn't a result of being treated like a little kid a minute ago.

He objected on those grounds, regardless; "We're not children, Moyashi."

"Pfft. It's not childish to enjoy fine foods, BaKanda."

"Boys, boys, let's not start now, alright?"

"Yes yes, you're right Marie." Walker posed as agreeable and mature before turning to stick his tongue out at Kanda.

He simply rolled his eyes. When Walker mirrored that action, Kanda resorted to sticking his tongue out too, attempting to look as disgusted as possible. That way, he could resist that irksome tugging at the corners of his mouth when those laughing grey eyes refocused all their attention on him.

oOo

At the strange old lady's insistence, the three checked in at the same hotel as her and the bratty kid. The pair had insisted they all meet for breakfast in the morning because apparently the woman had something to say to them.

"They have names, Kanda." Allen Walker sighed. Why on earth bean sprout was so concerned about his manners and social skills, Kanda would never know. "Madame Jugan and little Christophe. Or rather, Madame wants us call her Jeanne."

"Whatever." Typical French names. "They've gone to bed anyway right?"

"Well they didn't strike me as night owls exactly…"

"Shut up, Marie," Kanda griped.

"I wonder what could they possibly have to say to us though," Marie continued aloud, as if Kanda hadn't just urged him to be silent. "I mean of course we should follow up on any and all leads, but… well…"

"It's definitely quite odd," Allen agreed, nodding vigorously. "Isn't it, Kanda?"

Caught mid-yawn, the swordsman obliged them a disinterested nod.

"I guess we'll find out in the morning."

"Speaking of night owls by the way, I think I'll turn in early. Have a nice night, guys."

"Marie, are you really gonna leave me alone with him?"

The man laughed as he got up, another irritatingly cocky little smile on his face; "I'm sure you'll manage somehow, Allen."

"Tch." Kanda scoffed into a swig of beer as his old friend walked away.

oOo

After Marie retired to bed, Kanda and the bean sprout quickly bathed, mindful of the other guests, and returned to the rooms to realize they hadn't even settled upon sleeping arrangements, earlier. Kanda was shocked Marie didn't think to do that before he left the two of them alone. It wasn't like him for that kind of thing to slip his mind…

So right now there were two rooms to three men; two beds per room. Somebody would get a room alone to himself, that night. A no-brainer, really. Kanda just immediately claimed a bed in the empty room, tossing his things on and sitting there cross-legged as he sifted through his meagre travel possessions. 'Madame' and the little kid were two doors down; Marie was in between. Walker could go wherever, and so settled onto the bed at the opposite wall. Across the room. Kanda glanced over once as the young man began to remove his shirt; electing to sleep topless that night.

Kanda found himself staring… and not really caring that he was so obvious. Barely any time passed before the object of his gaze took a breath to speak; "Um, Kanda?"

He focused his stare on those clear-grey eyes.

"I uh… just realized something…"

Genuinely curious, Kanda raised his eyebrows. Walker crossed the room in light, measured steps and sat next to where he had his knees folded at the edge of the bed.

"We're… next door to Marie."

"Yeah," he agreed. "And?"

"What if we wake him— oh wait, but he can—" Kanda could hear the gears slowly turning in the bean sprout's head. "Oh my god, it's not just today! What if we kept him awake last night and— and then there were also other times we—"

"Calm down, Moyashi."

"But how can I calm down if—"

"Moyashi, shut it, I said." This earned Kanda a decent glare. Also, blessed silence. "You're worried Marie can hear us, huh?"

Kanda grinned and laughed aloud at the scandalized bean sprout, enjoying the colour spreading on his cheeks.

"What're you chuckling about? Obviously he's got to be able to—"

"Marie can't hear anything at night— he's got his ears covered."

Walker stood in place by the bed. "But what if he wakes for water or the… v-vibrations… are too much, or…"

In a snap, Kanda wrapped his legs around the secret eighteen-year-old's thighs, forcing him to fall onto him upon the bed; a helpless frustrated sound escaping his lips. "The man sleeps like a rock. Believe me, I know. It's the only way he could get through missions with Daisya."

"Huh? What does Daisya have to do with…"

"Because when we weren't out in public, the guy could hardly keep his own hand out of his pants."

Walker gasped aloud, outraged, some hair falling around his face as he hovered over Kanda on all fours.

"Always in the restrooms, jerking off like that. That horny bastard was the only one who could ever really get under Marie's skin. And only at those kinds of times— though he was pretty discreet. He was just so dense he never realized Marie could still hear him."

Walker was still gaping, frozen in momentary shock at the sudden revelation about their deceased colleague. Kanda smirked fondly at the memory, and that was the only cue needed for Allen Walker to burst out laughing himself, collapsing bonelessly on top of Kanda in the process. "Seriously?"

"Yeah'm serious, bean sprout. Only way he could deal was by learning to sleep through fucking earthquakes."

"Yeah?" Suddenly, there was a highly distracted edge to the boy's softened voice as he slowly, deliberately pushed himself back up into the air again. "Earthquakes, huh?"

"Uh huh," Kanda saw exactly where things were headed… "We actually did have some quakes to sleep through, you know. Over in— Mmph!"

'Bout fucking time!

Walker smothered him with one hell of an enthusiastic kiss now; ungloved fingers flying to unbutton his shirt. Fingers still working, the white-haired wonder reared back. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to ignore you staring at me like that?"

"Yeah that was the point, idiot."

"Argghh!"

Kanda answered the frustrated groan by yanking Allen down again, and simply pressing his hips upward and into his counterpart's own. Somehow that turned into a very emphatic, hungry cry and delirious kisses down his torso.

Kanda could get used to that.

"Mm, Kanda, how do you wanna—?"

Reaching one arm into his nearby bag for some oil, Kanda was in a pretty damn good mood now. He tossed the bottle over to his partner; "Here. You decide."

Eyes half-lidded, Allen Walker smiled at him for a moment before snatching up that bottle and kissing him some more— quite urgently, in fact. He was whispering something nearly unintelligible about how badly he wanted to fuck him, and Kanda was very alright with that, all things considered. So he allowed his arms to tumble straight out at either side for the moment, immediately falling into that uncharacteristically trusting position to give Walker room to prepare them both with adequate lubrication.

Once the time arrived for Allen to slide into him, both were already panting hard. Both being very eager, it didn't take long for them to ease into a fairly rapid rhythm; Kanda pushing inward to meet Walker's thrusts, back arching at delicious vibrations; the warmth of Allen's hand holding steady on him as he bucked, while Allen's lower half moved in opposition; the heat from Allen's mouth as he sucked at a nipple at one moment and then bit into the opposite shoulder, the next. Kanda's occasional low moans brought a wicked feral grin to the young 'gentleman' Exorcist's face.

"Kanda, Kanda, oh god yesss…" Toward the end, there was an ongoing litany of murmurs just pouring out of the other's mouth. He could hardly hear any of it but that delirium Walker seemed to enter at these times was a massive turn-on, so he wasn't about to complain. "—are so incredibly fucking hot—"

Some gentleman… Kanda laughed inwardly, then cried out quite loudly, amazed at a particularly enjoyable shift by Allen, inside him. It was brief but still quite rare for him to make such sounds, and yet bean sprout was so much into his trance, he wasn't about to make fun. The only change was that he seemed to get spurred on even faster for a second, before slowing again and regaining some composure in the midst of this mad romp—

"Sorry'm not… gonna make it… much… longer."

"Go on then…"

Kanda wouldn't have believed Walker had it in him if he hadn't experienced such passion before… but still he didn't think he'd ever seen him quite this far gone yet.

"Kanda…" Allen whimpered, before beginning to thrust faster; pumping his hand a little faster over Kanda's own erection as well.

"Annhh," Kanda vocalized in surprise, voice breaking a little.

As their movements became increasingly frenzied, Kanda moaned low and quiet, and Allen's whispers resumed; "Kanda… Kanda… Kanda… I lo—"

What—?

But that split second of curiosity was obliterated by intensely heightened pleasure searing across his body right along with bean sprout's exhalations, gasps, and violent shudders.

Now both were panting heavily and sweat-drenched, despite having just washed up. (Kanda would be sure to use the damp towel he brought back to clean up a bit.)

Allen laughed breathily. "Thanks Kanda."

"Mmm," he acknowledged, but then asked: "What's so funny?"

"Marie… slept through… another earthquake, didn't he?"

"Lame."

"Don't care." Moyashi punctuated this pronouncement by collapsing to Kanda's side, burying his head into his shoulder and kissing it once before letting his face sink in.

"Still cheesy," Kanda scoffed.

"Still don't care," the pair of lips mumbled against his shoulder.

"You suck."

"So do you," Allen answered, squeezing one arm around Kanda's midsection.

"Lame!"

He didn't resist as Allen's fingers weaved in between his own.

oOo

Morning came far too quickly for Kanda's liking. Especially considering the fact that in the midst of a potential reprise of their previous night's activities, the two were wrestling on the bed… until voices boomed down the corridor—

"I really don't think you should—"

"Marie?" Allen froze in the midst of straddling Kanda on all fours again, while this time Kanda had a foot pressed into his chest in protest at their current positions on the bed…

"It's okay, we're all guys, right?"

"Who the fuck's voice is that?" Kanda managed to roll Allen onto his back now, but the mood had evaporated and both were just listening now…

"But these guys are a little… errr… violent…?"

"Shit—"

"They're close!"

The twist of a key in the lock was all the warning they had before their door burst open and two figures piled into the room through it.

"Oooh now that's something to see…" the trespassing stranger crooned in amusement.

"Who the fuck are y—"

"Kanda! Allen!" Marie interrupted, intoning a near-hysterical greeting. "I'd say 'good morning' but I can't believe even you two would be going at it— I mean fighting— so early in the morning…"

Kanda almost wanted to slap a hand over his face at his friend's obvious coverup attempt.

Wait, what the fuck? Since when did Marie know about—

"That didn't look like a 'fight' to meee~" the stranger sang mockingly.

"Wait a minute— who are you?" Allen finally spoke through his confusion.

Yet now that Kanda and Allen finally got to take a good look, it became painfully apparent just who it might be…

"Well I'm your new Finder, of course. The name's Luke!"