Title: Shaking Things Up
Rating: T, mentions of sex. Nothing explicit though (sadly).

Disclaimer: Don't own DGM, if I did the art would be terrible and no one would read it.

A/N: Hooray, this thing now has five chapters! A small step, but still rather exciting. Another short oneshot though, one day I promise to write an actual drabble. Hopefully less fluffy and more sexy, I've been trying to work on that. As usual, if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes, please don't hesitate to tell me.

So, question to other Link/Allen fans: Who else thinks that once the Akuma attack on Headquarters (does that count as a spoiler?) is out (I mean in the U.S., I don't know the state of other countries) and not just online, there will be a jump in this couple's fans? Cuz they totally have some moments. At least, I hope there will be XD.

"Desk?"

"No."

"How about the wall?"

"Definitely not."

"A chair maybe?"

"I said no. What's wrong with our bed?" Link asks, sitting on said bed and carefully brushing out his long braid. Allen, who sits next to his lover on the mattress, watches the brush glide through the blond strands in lustful fascination before sighing and tugging a hand through his own short white locks.

"We always have sex in bed. I just think we need to shake things up a bit."

Link stops mid-stroke, a slightly hurt look on his face. "Is our relationship…boring you?" He hesitantly questions.

Allen's grey eyes widen, noticing the blunder he made. Shaking his head frantically, he hastily says, "No, of course not! I love what we have." He leans forward and plants a comforting kiss on Link's lightly frowning lips, then takes the forgotten brush and scoots around on the bed so he could brush the other's hair for him. Link leans back into the body heat he can feel radiating off Allen, sighing contentedly.

"But I do wonder…why don't you want to try something new?" Allen continues with a slight pout in his voice. He had been eager to try out the wall especially…

Link squirms, uncomfortable with the conversation. He is a creature of habit, and, while adaptable, prefers known territory. "It's not that I don't want to…all of those suggestions sounded unpleasant though."

Allen brightens. "Then what about the baths?"

Link shakes his head. "We could contract bacteria, or whatever latest potion Supervisor Komui pours in the water could be harmful."

"In a shower?"

"We might slip."

"What about the floor?"

"I'd rather not."

Allen grumbles and lightly bops Link on the head with the brush, earning an indignant squawk. The older man was shooting down everything. Taking on a playful air, he asks, "What about the dining hall tables?"

Link's eyes go wide and he splutters, "Wh-what? Surely you're joking." He gets a chuckle in return.

"A private carriage? I think that would be fun..." Allen suggests in a teasingly seductive manner, putting the brush down and nuzzling into the blond hair while wrapping arms around its owner from behind.

"I don't. I think it sounds silly," Link huffs; trying to concentrate on the increasingly ridiculous conversation instead of his burgeoning arousal.

Allen inquires through nibbling on the other boy's earlobe, "What about…a train compartment."

A black hand with a cross embedded in it starts to unbutton Link's striped pajamas, lightly brushing across the skin it exposes. Link gasps out, "Not in a million years."

Allen's hand finishes undoing the shirt, and is now tracing the waistband of the cotton pants, sometimes slipping a finger under in a teasing manner. The other hand is caressing a nipple into perkiness. Link tilts his head back onto the younger boy's shoulder, airily moaning. Allen growls into Link's exposed neck, "So, bed it is?"

Link smirks as he is pulled down into a lying position on the bed, Allen climbing on top of him. "For now."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Comments and criticism appreciated. :D