He's so warm. He smells really good.. like.. apples. I wonder what perfume he used.. perhaps its his body gel/shampoo? Or the fragrance 'Flowerbomb' from Viktor&Rolf. Hahaha- hell no. Well it would explain why he's making the flowers inside of me bloom. His dark hair tickles in my face.. it's so long. I wonder how long it took for him to grow his hair. Oh this pleasant feeling of having him so close to me.. I wonder.. am I dreaming right now..? If so, I never want to wake up again.

"K-Kanda..", Allen hugged him somewhat tighter and sobbed out of happiness, feeling all the warmth of his crush which slowly increased.

What the hell is Allen doing? Don't tell me he's.. crying? Did I do something wrong again..? I won't forgive myself if so.. or did I misunderstood something? No, I don't know. How would I know? I can't see his face like this, but I'm too scared to move. I never thought something like this just drove me into a corner so badly. I told myself to protect the bean sprout from any harm, but here he is again; hurt? I can't do anything at all. Normally I wouldn't give a fucking shit; but the bean sprout.. he's.. so damn annoying.. that I could kill myself for being this useless. No, not annoying.. he's.. I don't know. It pisses me off to know this little. Was it a wrong idea to cook something for him? Was it wrong for me to take him to my place? Che. I've never dealt with situations like these before.. just how could I know? One side of me is telling me I should do something, the other one is telling me to stand still and not say shit. I'm stupid. I worry so much even though at this very moment my blood is travelling with the speed of light all over my body.

The heat totally made Kanda crazy. His self-control was at his limit, but tried to endure his desires as far as he could. He thought he hurted the bean sprout; and didn't want to make things worse. Neither did he want to do something if the bean sprout disliked it. He'd regret that forever. Kanda carefully cleared his throat, then got hold of the bean sprout's delicate hands, wondering why he wore a glove- but that didn't matter right now. "Bean sprout?"

"Hmm?~", Allen moaned softly, drifting away half in his thoughts about the samurai. About how much he wanted him; how much he wanted to be with him for all eternity.

"Why are you bawling? Did I do something, baka moyashi?"

"I don't speak Japanese you idiot Kanda. You didn't do anything, why? Oh, Kanda. I'm just sobbing. I'm not sad; I'm actually very happy". Allen giggled. I never expected for him to say something like that. He doesn't know much, hm? "You're being adorable, but hey.. that's all right, Kanda".

Allen gently massaged his hands against Kanda's perfect chest and abdomen, with love. Kanda was too embarrassed and confused to counter attack. He wanted to open his mouth and curse the bean sprout but didn't.

Can't he stop..? Jesus. "Che. W-why are you happy bean sprout?" The samurai trembled. He knew if he didn't do anything to stop this, he'd be attacking the bean sprout. Boiling blood rushed throughout his veins, craving for more.

"Because I'm able to hold you like this, Kanda. You don't seem to dislike it either, I haven't been rejected yet", whispered the cuddly Allen in his ear; making Kanda's lips twitch.

Did he really mean that- or is he messing with me? This is getting quite annoying. Why would he be happy by touching me like this? And why the hell would I like this?! .. .. Che. I guess I do. I'm quite confused.

Kanda grabbed Allen's wrists. He moved the smaller boys' arms side so he could get free. "What are you doing to me?", Kanda asked as he released his wrists, turning around instantly so he could roughly pin Allen against the kitchen wall. Allen gazed with curiousity at the samurai. "Are you playing around with me?" Kanda stared right into Allen's watery eyes, trying to maintain himself. The samurai tried to look as pissed off as possible, but couldn't. His heart raced so bad Kanda could vomit blood. He wanted an answer. An answer for everything. "Are you fooling me? Trying to break me? Why do you make me feel like this?" He snorted. "Why are you touching me?"

"K-Kanda.. wait.. what..?" This p-position is embarrassing.. he can see my face.. I'm.. I..

"Why are you the one I always want to see, bean sprout? Why do I want to protect you, hold you, feel your skin?"

"Slow down! Kanda, what are you trying to-"

"Shut up and listen to me. Why does my heart ache so much when you're gone and when you're in pain? I don't want anything to happen to you. Why? I wouldn't have the slighest clue. Why are you getting me embarrassed, did you cast some sort of spell on me? Why are you making me feel happy? Why do I want you to be near me so I can constantly watch you? And why are you like that, so.. I don't know! But my body is strongly reacting to it! It feels weird. Desires pop up all over my mind and I can't do shit about it. I can't even do fuck without having you on my mind".

"Kanda..", Allen smiled as much as he ever could. He just received the confession of a lifetime. You're new to love, Kanda? You're not the only one.. I'm, too. "..you want to know why, Kanda?"

"No fucking shit I just asked you 'why' 300 times, idiotic midget".

"You're in love, idiot Japanese riceball".

...Love? What the hell is love..? Is what I'm feeling.. love? That shit with the tummy butterflies, romance and people kissing and stuff? No- no way. I've never felt this fucking way before- but there's no way in hell that that's.. no- no.. What..?! .. .. .. Ah whatever. Even if so.. I can't deny that I don't wanna lose this feeling. Then.. I love the bean sprout..?

Allen patted Kanda's head. "Yuu".

Hearing his first name, Kanda became slightly irritated. "Didn't I tell you something, bean sprout? I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson sometime".

"I love your first name", the white-haired teen whispered.

"Oi dog, what's up with that?" Is he seriously trying to make fun out of me now?! God damn.

"It's the truth! But not only that.. I also love you".

Kanda couldn't believe his own Japanese ears. Am I getting deaf? Che. He loves me too? What then? What am I supposed to do.. What do people in love even do? For god sake. It's pissing me off that even Lavi or Lenalee would know better in a situation like this..

"No. Shut the hell up. You're making fun of me!", Kanda said.

Allen became quite serious. There's noway Allen felt right if the love of his life thought Allen was lying about something so big.

"What if I asked you to kiss me right now?"

It was quiet for a moment.

Kanda became irritated. He wanted to kiss him, but was scared he'd do it wrong. After all, it was both of their first kisses they were talking about- Kanda seemed to care more about that than Allen. "Che. Since when should humans kiss bean sprouts?", asked the samurai arrogantly.

"Kanda, don't have to be shy- or did you never..?"

"SHUT UP!", he growled.

Kanda rested his hand on Allen's cheek, who became incredibly embarrassed. His face felt warm, his pale cheeks had a visible blush formed on them. Kanda couldn't help but feel ashamed. He had never seen such a sight in his life; a sight he wanted to engrave in his heart forever. It was pleasure for his eyes, his body, his heart. He couldn't believe he was seriously about to kiss the bean sprout, on top of that a MALE. But none of that mattered. Kanda didn't care if Allen was small, had a scar, white hair or wore a glove all the time; all that mattered to Kanda was the boy infront of him he wanted for the rest of his life. Care. Happiness. Love. Laughter.

They both slowly closed their eyes, as Kanda marked his lips on Allen's.

For them, it wouldn't have even damn mattered if the world ended right now.

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