Chores

Allen stepped through the door with keys jingling and a case of water balancing on his shoulder. The several bags dangling from his arms were full of assorted groceries that they'd need for the weekend. Perhaps later they could venture out and do real shopping; but for now, the basic necessities were enough. He finagled the items through the door and kicked it shut with his foot, dragging the bags to the table where he'd sort them out to be put away.

Moving into the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of the trash can and made a face. That had been the one thing he'd asked Kanda to do today—since this barbecue was his idea and Kanda hadn't even wanted a part of it. All he wanted was for the trash to be collected and taken out so that it would just be a matter of cleaning up a few loose odds and ends. Their apartment didn't need to look spotless, just suitable for guests. When he left, he knew for sure it wasn't suitable for anyone other than the two of them—who had habits of sitting in the living room eating ramen noodles in their boxers and leaving the leftovers on the coffee table while they got frisky on the couch. These sorts of messes tended to build up and there had been clothes all over the place and food trays left on multiple different surfaces.

He was annoyed, just a bit. It wasn't like he'd asked a huge thing of him and while Kanda wasn't expected to participate in the barbecue, he still had to be there for it. "Damn it, Kanda," Allen grunted and pulled chips from a bag and threw them on the counter. Hamburger buns, hot dog buns, assorted condiments, and the necessary meats to go with them, were all tossed to the counter and staged for quick access. The plastic bags from the store were crumpled up and shoved into the little fabric pouch that saved them for when they needed bags.

Standing by the refrigerator, he contemplated just ignoring it. He could just take it out and deal with Kanda's obliviousness later—because Kanda wouldn't know why he was mad if he didn't spell it out. But was it worth it? With a dejected sigh, he pulled the trash bag and tugged it out of the can until he could easily tie the full bag. With a jerk, he had it out of the can on set on the floor so he could place another one in before he left. If he didn't do it now, he'd forget the bag part and end up hosing out the can later—like last time.

The bag dragged a bit and he was at least thankful they both were sensible enough to not put any liquids in it—or he'd be cleaning the floor too. Stepping through the opening to the living room, he opened his mouth to announce that he was taking the trash out—maybe being a little bitter about it—but he stopped. The bag sagged to the floor and he looked around.

Kanda, his annoyance of the moment, was laying face down on the couch—with his legs bent up—sound asleep. Under some circumstances, Allen would be mad about it. He knew there would be people coming, but he couldn't find himself to be mad about it since the living room looked damn near spotless. From where he was, he could even see the clean glistening of a freshly wiped down TV screen. The fans were both on and a window was drawn open to circulate the clean air and get the dust he'd moved around out. The table was clean and even stacked with a few magazines. Coaster—the ones he bought yesterday—were placed by every seat. The floor was obviously vacuumed and swept where it needed. No trash, dishes, left over drinks, clothes or other assorted things guests shouldn't see were left out.

Allen walked around, inundated with suspicion. Something had to be amiss for Kanda to just up and clean the house after the brief bickering over a trash can. The light to the bathroom flicked on and Allen stuck his head in. It was clean too. What the hell? Spinning right around, Allen slipped into their room—expecting a mess—but what he found was a freshly made bed, clean floors and all the laundry put away. Allen was more than confused he was a strange kind of agitation that came from when Kanda would like to mess with his head. He'd grumbled about taking trash out, but cleaned the house while he was shopping. He'd obviously rushed about doing it too, because Allen was only gone on his errands for maybe two hours at most.

Still, even if he felt like he was being teased by Kanda, he did appreciate it. The trash seemed a little insignificant now and Allen sneaked back into the living room to the side of the couch where Kanda was. Kanda was sleeping fairly hard from what he could tell. The man was so much more pleasant in his sleep—was the sad thing—and the way his hair spilled off the cushion was really attractive to him. Allen kneeled by him and inched closer until he could sneak his lips right up to Kanda's pale cheek—kissing under his eye and drawing fingers through silky black hair. "Thank you, asshole," he whispered and turned, readying himself to get back up and take care of the kitchen.

A gurgling yelp passed Allen's lips before he was aware he did it and he spun back around on his heel—eyes shooting down instantly. Kanda's eyes were still closed but there was the signs of a stupid cheeky grin that Allen would always use on him. What an asshole! "You."

"Hmm," Kanda murmured, hand still lingering in the air and poised in the came position it had been when he'd copped a very feisty feel on Allen's backside. "I'll have a side of beansprouts and rice, please."

"I…You…augh, I'm done with you," Allen threw his hands up and proceeded on to the kitchen and out of Kanda's range. For the nice thing he did, he still was a little shit.

Still, Allen couldn't help but feel better about earlier—he picked up the trashbag before making it back to the kitchen and took it outside—dumping it into the outside container. Either Kanda really really hated taking the trash out or he really really wanted to get laid. Or probably both.

Lucky for him, Allen was easily appeased.

A/N: A rare AU from me written for a friend, Bri, who wanted some domestic Yullen! Hope you enjoyed.