Title: Sweets
Pairing:Link/Allen
General/Hurt/Comfort??
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own DGM, if I did the art would be hideous and no one would read it.
A/N: Hello! Yet another Link/Allen drabble. I swear, one of these days I will:
A) Stop writing ridiculous amounts of silly sappy fluff,
B) Write something deep and serious and introspective,
And C) Write an actual drabble. These are all much too long.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! If there are any mistakes, please tell me.
"Ugh…what happened…?"
"An Akuma sent you crashing through a wall, and you were cut deeply in the left side by a sharp piece of stone. Now hold still Walker, I'm trying to bandage your wounds." Link, who was topless, was ripping his white shirt to shreds for makeshift bandages. Both he and Allen were lying in a pile of rubble.
Allen panted, "But what about the Ak-"
"The Akuma is being taken care of by the others. I'm going to start cleaning the wound of any debris, if you need to grab onto my leg for support then go ahead." Link wet one of the bandages with a canteen, then wrapped it around hand and started to clean away at the wound. Allen hissed and clutched at Link's knee with his parasitic hand. The older man spared a worried thought that a harsh grip from that hand would usually destroy a bone or two, but in his weakened state would probably only cause mild bruising.
As Link was finishing up the cleansing, Allen announced, "I'm hungry."
Link snorted, "Only you could be hungry after being gouged in the side, Walker." He started to ball up strips to carefully place on the wound to act as padding.
"I want one of your cakes, Link. Will you make me one?"
"I'll tell you what. If you let me patch you up without you aggravating the wound or moving around a lot, I will make you anything you like."
Even while in severe pain, Allen's face still looked like Christmas came early. "In that case," he wheezed, "I want some cheesecake, and sugar cookies, some brownies, cream puffs-"
Link raised his eyes to the ceiling in despair. "What have I done?"
"-and chocolate chip pancakes, strawberry shortcake, ice cream, a big fruit tart-"
"Okay, your wound is dressed." Link announced, cutting the other boy off. At the rate Allen was going, he would've ended up cooking for a week. "I have to move us somewhere safer, so I'm going to carry you. Is that alright?" Allen nodded. Link nodded in return and hoisted him onto his back. Allen cried out softly at the jostling.
Link started to move forward. The warmth of Allen's clothed body against his naked back was pleasant, despite the blood and the dust on his clothes. The blond man could also tell by Allen's slowing breaths hitting the back of his ear that the boy was close to passing out.
"How're you holding up, Walker?"
"Fine," replied Allen, his voice hardly above a whisper, "I was just thinking about how I really want some pumpkin pie right now."
Link smiled. "Would you like whipped cream with that?"
Thanks for reading! Comments and criticism appreciated. :D