Warning: This story is rated T for alcohol, shounen-ai/yaoi, and cuteness/fluff.

Summary: Allen decides that he should pamper Kanda one day. Unfortunately for Kanda, he obviously has to repay that.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM, the characters, or this song.

Author Note: For reasons of it being too sexual for a T fanfiction, I will not be doing "Trumpets". I do take "requests", but they are more of suggestions. I'll only write them if I think I can write a good story for it that's not too sexual. If you have a "request", please tell me in a review, and I would appreciate it if you would tell me any idea for the plot that you had. Thank you for reading!

Doing What She Likes

Original Song: "Doing What She Likes" by Blake Shelton

She likes it when I call in sick to work,

Spend the whole day hanging with her.

I might get fired, but that's alright.

I'm doing what she likes.

"Don't you have training or something?" I asked as Allen pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"I'd say the same to you," he said. I sit up and look at him. "I'm recharging."

"So you're a battery?"

"Yes, and you are a Moyashi."

Much to my disappointment, Allen smiles. That caring, "I love you with all my heart" smile. "Only your Moyashi."

I narrow my eyes, but he just sits on the bed beside me, smiling. "What do you have planned?"

"Planned?"

"You've been training nonstop the last couple of days. Why stop?"

"I'm recharging."

"That was my excuse. I was on a three month long mission."

"Can't I spend time with my boyfriend?"

I kick his thigh through the blankets. "I'm not your boyfriend."

"Then what do you call it?" Allen asked as he rubbed his leg and crawled closer to me. When he gets to my side, he puts one hand on the other side of me and he leaned closer, staring into my eyes with those innocent eyes. Innocent? Fake innocence. I know better than anyone that while he can be the innocent uke, he is perfectly capable of being a seme, and a good one, too.

I lean back so we weren't so close, but he followed and says, "We have sex. We sleep together most nights. We eat together. Isn't that what boyfriends do?"

I glare. "We are not boyfriends."

"Lovers?"

"We are not lovers!"

Allen pouts and turns away. "So I'm a friend with benefits? Is that it?"

I stop and bite my lip. After a moment, I reach out and pull him to me, his back to my chest. He looks at me hopefully, and I close my eyes as I say, "I'm not one for labels. We aren't friends with benefits, and lovers…I just don't like the word. Boyfriend sounds emotionless."

"You admit that you love me?"

"I never said that!"

"But you meant that."

I don't reply.

Allen doesn't seem to mind my lack of response and he turns around before he gently pushes me down to the bed. As he hovers over me, he asks, "What describes our relationship?"

"Anything but ordinary."

He laughs. "That's true. A caring, cursed boy and an emotionless samurai."

I slip my arms around his neck. "And much to the emotionless samurai's aggravation, the caring, cursed boy made the emotionless samurai not so emotionless anymore."

Another smile plagued the whitette's face, and I internally curse myself. He was going to throw this up to me all the time now. Maybe I should bolt now….

Before I can ponder the thought anymore, Allen presses his lips to mine softly, probably testing the waters. He knows that there are times that I'll push him away and yell at him. Right now is one of the times that I'll kiss him back though, and when I open my mouth, I can feel him smile. The boy was far too happy about this.

When we break apart, Allen smiles like a cat that got a new toy filled with catnip, and I mutter, "Don't put a lot of meaning into that, Moyashi."

"But the fact that you used my pet name at the end means that you want me to ignore the first part so that you can use it against me later even though I didn't pay attention."

"Shut up," I growl as I turn my head to the side.

"You are so cute," he purrs, kissing my jaw. A vein popped out of my head. "I am not cute!"

"Not all the time, but I find your antics cute. The rest of the time you're sexy and hot."

I open my mouth to protest, but I close it again while a subtle blush covers my cheeks.

She likes it when I bring home fresh fajitas,

And mix up a pitcher of margaritas.

Catch a kind of buzz that lasts all night,

Doing what she likes.

I discreetly peek over my book as Allen sets a bag on the desk. I want to ask, but my reputation won't allow such a thing, even though the whitette loves it when I open up. The moron thinks of it as an accomplishment.

He pulls out two glasses, margarita glasses, and I finally ask, "What are you doing?"

"You'll see in a minute."

I curse in frustration, but after a few minutes, Allen hands a margarita to me. "Over the rocks with salt. I added more vodka than normal because I know that you think it's girly."

"Where did you learn to make this?" I ask after I took a sip. Strong, really strong, but it met my standards.

"I had a part time job at a bar. I had to know everything about alcohol because of Cross, and when a thirteen-year-old knows that much and offers to work below minimum wage, you have to take it."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"The bar was a place to gamble and watch strippers. It wasn't exactly the most law-enforced bar out there."

I shrug, but after a moment, I say, "This is really good. Thank you."

Allen smiles. "I'm glad you like it. I was thinking about it all day, trying to figure out what you would like best."

I take another sip of the margarita, fighting the urge to squint my eyes. The whitette continues, "You know, you don't have to act all manly and emotionless around me."

"You already made me open up as it is," I mutter, glaring at him.

"Then open up more. What's something about you I don't know?"

I narrow my eyes at him, and he compromises, "I'll go first?"

I wait for a moment.

"My first kiss was with a stripper named Chastity."

I raise an eyebrow. "Chastity?"

"I have no idea. Your turn."

After a minute of pondering whether I should do this or not, I ask, "Swear you will never tell?"

Allen nods.

"I like music a little bit. Certain types."

"Like?"

"My favorite band is Hollywood Undead."

He pauses, and I can tell he's struggling not to gawk at me. He says, "I've only listened to a little of their music. It's a little too…explicit for my tastes."

"Cursing, sex, drugs? Which?"

"All of them, but I have to be tolerant of the cursing."

He gives me a look, but I already knew he meant me.

"You want me to stop cussing?"

"You could cut back…."

"I can pledge abstinence, too."

His eyes widen. "What?! No!"

I raise an eyebrow at him. "So you admit you like the sex?"

"Well, yeah! When did I say I didn't?"

"You seem less satisfied when you're seme."

He blushes and looks away. "You never seem satisfied when I'm seme."

I smirk. "You think that I'll turn into a pile of moaning lust under you like you do when you're uke?"

"Maybe…."

"And you wanted to get me drunk for that reason?"

"Maybe…."

"And you think that I'm a cheap drunk?"

"I've never seen you drink before."

I scoff. "Yes, you have. I spike my tea with sake all the time."

"What?!"

"That's why I never let you try it."

"So you're drunk when we're training?"

"No, I've never gotten drunk. Didn't the Baka Usagi tell you about the drinking contest we had several years ago?"

"No."

"He challenged me. He was in the floor after ten shots. I wasn't drunk after fifteen and a bottle of beer, plus a martini."

"Geez, Kanda," Allen said. "Anyways, my point was that you do curse a lot, but it doesn't really surprise me that you would like Hollywood Undead. But can you reassure me first?"

I glance at him and raise an eyebrow. "What?"

I set my empty margarita glass next to his on the nightstand, and Allen sits next to me, our hips touching. "You never did any of that stuff, right?"

"What stuff? Are you drunk?"

"No, I'm not drunk! I mean, you never did any of the stuff like Hollywood Undead sings about, right?"

"Why? You jealous?"

He pouts. "You screwed random girls?"

I roll my eyes and move to straddle him. The whitette seemed surprised, but I simply sat on his thighs. "No. You were my first."

"What?" he gasped. I don't reply, and he continues, "I-I didn't know that. I sort of figured…."

"Do you feel guilty or something?"

He nods, and I say, "I know that you weren't a virgin when we had sex the first time."

"I just feel like I should have made it special…."

I kissed his nose. "That was why I didn't tell you. I wanted you to act the same way you would have anyone else, even if you were uke."

"Oh, shut up. I can top you just as easily."

Smirking, I say, "I let you top me. Maybe you're lucky that I'm tired."

"Sounds promising," Allen said before he pulled me to him and kissed me.

She likes hearing how good she looks in them blue jeans.

Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea.

Things I whisper in her ear, oh my.

I like doing what she likes.

I stand in front of the mirror. The jeans were my size, but now that I had them on, they looked a lot more form-fitting. Of course, they were comfortable, but they didn't look that good. I turn, looking over my shoulder at how they seriously defined my butt, and I curse. I should have done the laundry last night. These were the only clean pants I had, and Allen's clothes were too small. After a moment, Allen stepped out of the bathroom. "Kanda? What's wrong…?"

He looked at my jeans, and I growl, "Shut up. They're the only clean pair I have."

"I wasn't going to say they looked bad," he said as he walked behind me and slipped his hands into the front pockets, much to my displeasure. He had to stand on his tiptoes to rest his chin on my shoulder and pressed his chest to my back. "I think you look hot. You should wear tight jeans more often."

I glare at him through the mirror as he continues, "Though that might be a problem. If you wear them too much then I might start ripping them off of you as soon as you put them on."

"Shut up, Moyashi," I growl.

"You never object to sex."

"You choose times when I don't care either way."

"There's a reason for that."

I curse again, and Allen presses a kiss to my neck. "If you want, I can make sure that you do care. You won't want to stop."

"Yeah, right. Good luck with that," I mutter. He lets out an appreciative hum. "Thank you."

Allen pulls away and all but prances back into the bathroom. I raise an eyebrow concernedly. What was he planning?

Like running my fingers through her long hair,

Lighting watermelon candles upstairs.

Letting them burn and holding her all night.

I like doing what she likes.

"What on Earth are you doing?" I ask as Allen pulls me towards his room. He smiles. "It's a surprise."

"You know I hate surprises."

"You'll like this one."

I roll my eyes, but I continue to let him pull me down the corridor. When we get to his room, the room we normally sleep and have sex in, he opens the door, but doesn't turn on the light. Suspiciously, I step in the room, and after the door closes, I freeze. "What's this?"

Candles were lit around the room, filling the air with the crisp scent of autumn, and in the bathroom, steam rose from the bubbly water in the tub. Allen slips his arm around my waist and smiles. "I know that you don't keep up with such things, but today is our one year anniversary."

"I assumed that's why you've been acting like a romantic all week. I knew that that's what today is."

Allen's eyes lit up with the reflected candles' flames and joy. "You keep up with it?!"

I glance to the side. "Yeah. It's not a big deal."

"Yes, it is!" the whitette pouted, moving my head so I had to look at him. I raise an eyebrow. Large, chromium eyes that gleamed in the dim light. Mouth tugged into a frown. Purity white hair fixed messily. I kiss his cheek. "You look like a kitten."

He immediately smiles like a moron.

Oo_oO_Oo_oO

"Did the bath meet your standards?" Allen asks as I sit on the bed. Lying beside him, I nod. "It felt nice."

He smiles and kisses me softly. After a moment of thought, I roll him over and pin him before I press our lips together again. He opens his mouth, and our tongues begin to battle for dominance, but Allen pulls away before either of us can win. I give him a confused look, but he runs his fingers through my hair, and I shudder, biting my lip.

"Your hair is so beautiful, Kanda," he whispers as he continues to twist his fingers in the locks. I want to tell him to shut up, but I can't, and settle for lying beside him. He strokes the locks, and I glare. "Get over your hair fetish."

He pouts. "You like my hair fetish. Don't act like you don't."

I roll over, my back to him, and I hear him say, "Kanda!"

"Shut up and sleep."

An arm snakes around my waist, and I swat it away. "Stop it."

"But I want to hold you!"

"You know I'm not into that sort of thing."

"You are after sex!"

"I'm too tired to care after sex."

"Kanda…."

"Shut it."

Allen gives up and blows out the last candle that had been lighting the room. It takes a moment, but he eventually settles with his back to mine. When his breathing becomes steady, I quietly roll over and press him flat to the bed. The whitette looked confused, but I ignored it as I draped an arm over his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. "Mention this to me in the morning and it will never happen again."

Instead of replying to the statement, he rubs circles into my back and whispers into my crown, "I love you, Kanda. Happy anniversary."

There was no way that he expected a reply. I mean, I'm me. I don't show emotion. Period. But after he went to all this trouble to be a great partner, I feel like he deserved something, and he would probably want me to reply more than he would want an endless buffet made of mitarashi dango. When I look up, his eyes are closed, and they stay closed as I push myself up to kiss his jaw. No, his eyes don't flash open until I whisper, "I love you, too, Allen."

His breath hitched, but I don't pay much attention to it as I press my body into his side.

She likes it when I get past second gear,

Sees gravel flying in the rear view mirror.

Sometimes I'm pushing ninety-five,

Doing what she likes.

I hear a growl and I open my eyes to see Kanda cursing into the pillow. Confused, I sit up and lay a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Shut up."

I roll my eyes. He was probably still mad about last night. Supposedly, he hates it when I act like a romantic, but I knew that he liked being treated as a prince. What he doesn't like is the fact that he lets me treat him that way and then can't say that he's emotionless afterwards. That and it probably makes him feel like the submissive one of the relationship. Of course, neither of us are submissive to the other, but if there were labels, I'd be the less dominant since I don't mind being submissive to Kanda, or at least not all the time.

I lay an arm across his back and rest my chin on his shoulder, but before he can tell me to get off, I ask, "Are you aggravated about last night?"

"I told you to shut up."

"When have I actually done that?"

He glares, but I just smile and kiss his cheek, much to his irritation.

Oo_oO_Oo_oO

"Where are we going? I thought we were going to train?" I ask as I follow Kanda out of the training room. We walked through the grass, the noon sun shining brightly, and my partner says, "You'll find out in a minute. Now shut your trap."

For once, I quieted, but I didn't like it. Even with the birds and wildlife, the silence really bugged me, and I'd go so far as to say it upset me. I don't want to aggravate Kanda though and I bite my lip while I try to focus on the little bit of noise there was. After a few moments though, I finally crack. "Do you sleep well last night?"

"What are yo―?"

Kanda cuts himself short when he looks at me over his shoulder, and I'm nearly certain that I look like a pitiful kitten. He slows his pace and falls into step beside me. "Yes. Best night of sleep I've had in months."

I smile. "I'm glad I could contribute then."

He stares at me for a moment before he says, "You look so much better with a smile on your face."

"And there's a certain samurai who helps with that quite a bit."

"The problem is that the samurai has to annoy himself to make you smile."

"I can't help it," I whimper and look down. Kanda curses before I feel an arm slip around my waist. He doesn't comment about the action and stops walking. I glance around. It was a small clearing next to a river, which was slow-moving and had a pebble covered bottom.

And she likes it when I find a road that's dark.

Can we pull up somewhere and park?

Turn the radio on and turn off the lights,

Keep doing what she likes.

Kanda leads me to a large tree with large roots and he sat down, gesturing for me to do the same. He pulls his iPod out of his pocket and clicks on the music, and I smile. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asks, but he looks off to the side. I giggle and lean against him. "Playing music. Bringing me somewhere we can be alone with a beautiful river."

He shrugs. "It's not like I did it for you. I like quiet places."

"Then why music and bring me?"

He doesn't reply, and I kiss his cheek before I say, "I love it."

After a moment of silence, the bluenette slips an arm around my waist again. "Good, because this won't happen again."

"Unless you feel the need to pay off a debt."

"You irritate me."

"It's what I strive to do!" I reply cheerfully. He doesn't comment, and I continue, "What did you have in mind?"

"I figured you'd find something."

I smirk, but he doesn't see it as I stand, pulling him up with me, and I kick off my shoes. "I wouldn't mind a swim."

He obviously not keen on the idea, but I knew he wouldn't object. As much as he hates to admit it, which he hasn't, he wants to make me happy, even when what I want to do seems ridiculous or in this case, unnerving. Only I know about his fear of water, but the stream wasn't even a foot deep, and nothing was hiding under the pebbles.

With a defeated sigh, Kanda pulls off his shoes and tugs his shirt over his head. I watch like some sort of pervert, which I admit I am when it comes to the bluenette, as I unbutton my own shirt, but I left it on and stepped into the river. The pebbles were smooth and slippery under my feet, and the water was warmer than a pool. Sure, it was sunny in this part of the forest, but I didn't expect it to be that warm. I glanced behind me to find that Kanda had hesitated to follow me, one foot in the water and one foot on the bank.

I smile and reach out a hand to him. "It's not deep. There's nothing to be scared of."

The last comment resulted in my butt hitting the bottom, and Kanda glared at me. "I'm not scared of anything."

I cough the little bit of water that had gotten in my lungs. "Right. If you aren't scared, then dunk your head in."

"I don't want my hair wet."

I give him a "quit trying to fool me; it's not working" look and sweep his legs from under him.

When he resurfaces, he splutters for a moment before he lunges at me. "Prepare to die, Moyashi."

I squeak in fright and close my eyes, but the only thing that happened was a splash. When I open my eyes, I'm hit by water and I quickly retaliate. Water begins to fly between my partner and me, but I laugh the whole time, turning my head to keep the water out of my face. After a minute of this, I put my hands in the air. "I give!"

"That's what I thought," Kanda says, but when I try to glare, I just start to laugh again.

Suddenly, lips are on mine, which surprised me to say the least, but it doesn't take long for me to reciprocate. My arms wind around Kanda's neck, and he pulls me into his lap, where my legs wrapped around his waist. When we break apart for air, I ask, "You plan for us to have sex in the water?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Who said anything about sex?"

"I did," I reply, puffing out my chest. "You started a fight, so now we can have makeup sex."

"If I remember correctly, a certain Moyashi started it."

I smile innocently and lean closer until our lips nearly touch, looking into his eyes as I whisper, "Then you should punish me for being a bad Moyashi."

He smirks. "Sounds promising."

She likes hearing how good she looks in them blue jeans.

Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea.

Things I whisper in her ear, oh my.

I like doing what she likes.

Like running my fingers through her long hair,

Lighting watermelon candles upstairs.

Letting them burn and holding her all night.

I like doing what she likes.

I bite my lip as I stare at my reflection. My stupid, ugly reflection. I run my brush through my hair one last time before I walk back into my bedroom and lie on the bed next to Kanda, my face in my pillow.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Hips hurt?"

I blush. "Nothing's wrong. They hurt a little, but I got used to it since you never really hold back on me."

"You don't like it when I hold back."

"You don't like it when I hold back," I repeat.

"But you do anyways."

"Because you aren't a masochist like I am."

Kanda pauses. "I don't think you're using that word correctly."

I glance up. "What? Why do you say that?"

"A masochist gets sexually pleasure through pain and verbal abuse."

I flop over to my side so that I could see him without craning my neck. "And? I don't want to raped or be called demeaning names, but I'm okay with you inflicting pain on me or talking dirty. You don't do it to hurt me."

After a moment, I add, "Do you?"

"I go by what your body tells me. I'm not sadistic though."

"Could've convinced me otherwise. I would peg you as a Sadistic Seme."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't Freak With Me Seme, actually."

"Not surprising. And for uke?"

He narrows his eyes, and I say, "I got Innocent Uke and Romantic Seme."

"Badbutt Uke."

"Romantic Seme and Badbutt Uke are supposedly incompatible, right?"

"You think that we are the most compatible couple ever?"

I pause. "Touché."

He doesn't reply, but after a moment, he rubs my head and messes up my hair. "It looks better when it's messy."

"And it needs it," I mutter disdainfully.

"Why do you say that?" he asks.

"Nothing."

"Moyashi, stop lying."

I curse quietly before I say, "It's white. I'm sixteen, and my hair is the color of freaking snow. And my scar ruined my face."

Kanda's silent for a while, but after a minute, he leans closer to me and kisses the star on my face. When he pulls away, I look down. "What was that for?"

"You're beautiful, Allen. I can't imagine you with brown hair and chocolate eyes, because now, it's who you are," he says as he strokes the locks. I feel tears pricking my eyes, but I will them away and nuzzle into Kanda's chest, something he usually objects to, and he wraps his arms around me.

"Thank you," I whisper, and he kisses the top of my head in reply.

She likes it when I sing her old silly songs,

And throwing in words where they don't belong.

Sometimes we laugh until we almost cry,

Doing what she likes.

Doing what she likes.

She likes hearing how good she looks in them blue jeans.

Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea.

Things I whisper in her ear, oh my.

I like doing what she likes.

Like running my fingers through her long hair,

Lighting watermelon candles upstairs.

Letting them burn and holding her all night.

I like doing what she likes.

Yeah, I like doing what she likes.

Author Note: Please, forgive me for the ending. I got so far and realized I had nothing for the end, but I decided that it would be good for the most part on its own. Please, tell me what you think, and please, Please, PLEASE REVIEW!