So this is a weird chapter for me. Mostly because I wrote it while having been awake for over 24 hours. Do I regret things? Nope, but don't you worry guys. I'm gonna regret a lot about this chapter when I'm not lacking sleep.

Chapter 6

Allen Walker was having a problem. He might or might not be interested in pushing his master down on the bed and kiss him. He sighed heavily and rubbed his eye. The worst thing was that Mother had caught him peeking on Cross through the bathroom door. Who knew what she thought about this all? Hopefully she hadn't told the redhead. He'd get murdered if Cross found out he'd peeked on him and he might find a way to revive him just to murder him a second time if he knew what he was thinking about him. He could hear them talking. There was Cross' voice. He couldn't hear what he said, but he sounded upset. Mother replied with something. Footsteps approached. The redhead came into view. Allen looked at his still damp hair, wondering if it would smell nice if he got close enough… He was quickly pulled back into reality as Cross stopped in front of him. Had Mother told him? Was he about to die?

"Mother said you were waiting." That was not what Allen had expected.

"She did? Well… Yeah… I guess I did." He glanced down at the shirt the other was wearing. It was too big for him and it seemed oddly familiar.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked after a little while.
"Yeah. I hope you don't mind me borrowing it. Mother said she'd wash our clothes and this was what was left." Cross shrugged. Allen nodded and was just about to tell him that he didn't mind when he stopped to look at Cross' right shoulder. The shirt was too big for Allen himself, so he wasn't surprised to see it slipping off the other's shoulder. He wondered briefly what kind of sound the other would let out if he bit him right there.

"Allen? Seriously… stop staring at me. I'm sorry if I didn't ask." Cross muttered. Allen quickly looked up at him. Did he think he was displeased with him for wearing his shirt without permission?

"No, no. I don't mind. You can wear it." Allen smiled. Cross gave him a weird look.

Allen carefully opened the door and peeked inside. He could see his master propped up against a couple of pillows and reading. He looked comfortable like that and for a moment he hesitated to walk inside.

"Don't just stand there and spy on me. If you want something then say it." Cross said as he turned the next page. Allen let out a small laugh and walked into the room. He sat down next to the redhead and looked down at the book. Now those were some words he'd never seen before. What was Cross even reading?

"What are you reading?"

"A book about black magic." The redhead replied without looking up. Black magic? He knew Cross had used it before, but he'd never actually seen him read about it.

"Why?" He asked as his hand found its way into the other's red hair. He felt a small shiver run through the other, but there were no protests.

"Just looking for a way to reverse this whole getting younger thing."

"Usually people would love to get younger." Allen commented.

"Mhm…" Cross turned to the next page. Was he even listening anymore? Probably not. Allen leaned in closer. He was right… His hair did smell nice. Luckily Cross didn't notice.

"Allen… are you drinking?" It was Mother who asked. Allen nodded and took another swig of whatever he was currently drinking. He wasn't exactly sure what he had grabbed. He just wanted something to take his thoughts off Cross. He'd been so close to kissing his neck or maybe bite. Actually, it might be both. He wasn't sure. Mother frowned and took the alcohol from him. He let out a small whine.

"Jesus… Don't become like him. Drowning your feelings in alcohol isn't going to help. When did you even start…?" She rubbed her temples and sighed. Allen frowned lightly. Was he causing her problems? He didn't mean to.

"I'm sorry…" He said, sounding genuinely sorry. Mother looked at him and sighed again.

"Maybe you just need to get some sleep." She said and pulled him out of his chair. She gently brushed his hair out of his face and gave him a small push towards the bedroom.

"Get some sleep Allen." She got a whine as reply.

Allen walked into the room just to see Cross roll over onto his side. Was he getting ready to sleep? Allen walked over and climbed into the bed. His head was spinning. Maybe he'd had too much to drink. Cross rolled over onto his back and looked at the ceiling.

"You stink…" He said tiredly. Allen knew that he meant the alcohol, but it still stung. He moved, going to lean over the redhead. A foot to his face gently pushed him away. He blinked. Did that belong to Cross?

"Man, you're flexible." He said and moved the General's leg to the side. He grabbed the other's wrists, holding them down against the mattress. Not too hard though. He didn't want to hurt him. They stared at each other. Allen leaned closer until their noses were touching. He could feel the other tense up. He could feel Cross' breath against his lips. It was tickling just a tiny bit. They stayed like that for god knows how long and then Allen closed the distance. He felt the redhead trying to move one of his arms, but firmly held it down. He deepened the kiss, pressing himself against the other. Cross let out a soft noise and Allen found that cute. Logically he knew he should've probably asked for permission, but the alcohol told him to just go for it. Besides this was something he had really been wanting to do and it felt great. The tips of his fingers gently stroked Cross' palms and then he found a scar. He hadn't noticed it before, but it was definitely there. Across the redhead's right palm. He gently trailed it with his fingers and momentarily broke the kiss.

"Where did you get this?" He whispered against the other's lips. Cross didn't answer. Allen looked at him. His face was flushed. With a chuckle, he moved to instead nip at his neck. A low moan left Cross' lips.

"Allen…"

"Do you want me to stop?" No reply. No? Okay then. Allen sucked gently on the sensitive skin and then backed away a bit to look at the mark.

Cross looked up at Allen through half-lidded eyes. He looked like a happy puppy. In his opinion, he looked far too happy about this whole situation. To make it worse he'd now gone and given him a hickey. Now that there was a pause he should tell Allen that this wasn't appropriate and that he needed to get off him. Before he could do that, Allen moved further down and kissed his stomach. He gasped. What was he doing? Had the alcohol gone to Allen's head? The poor kid needed some sleep. Now if only he could get one of his hands free, but Allen had them in an iron grip. There was no getting out of it. He sighed and tensed up again as Allen left a trail of kisses from his stomach to his chest.

"Master's face is so cute. So pink." The white-haired teen slurred. Cross frowned. What the actual fuck? A sharp breath. He felt something hot and wet touch one of his nipples. Was Allen licking it?! This was too much. He was going to stop him, right now. Especially since his body was starting to respond to Allen's actions and he did not want that situation to happen.

"Al-" He didn't get much further as Allen actually bit him. It caused him to jump. Allen looked up, wearing a stupid grin.

"Is master a virgin again?"

"Pardon?" Did he hear him right? This whole situation was really confusing. He must have heard wrong.

"Well… I was thinking… If Master has become young again, then is he also a virgin again? Or had you already had sex at this age?" He could feel Allen's grip on his hands loosen. He pulled them free and glared at him.

"Allen!" His apprentice just looked at him with a stupid smile.

"Or have master never had something up his butt?" This is where Cross Marian decided that he couldn't take this shit anymore and knocked Allen out.

The light suddenly hitting his face was extremely annoying and to top it all off his head was killing him. Allen groaned loudly and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Someone please end me…" He whined. This is what he got for drinking last night. How much did he even have? He couldn't remember. Must have been a lot though. He couldn't quite remember what he'd done either. He remembered sitting down with the bottle. He could remember talking to mother and going to bed. He talked to Cross, right? What about? The redhead's flushed face flashed through his mind and he groaned. Did he do something to him? That blush was so cute though.

"Man, I'm in deep…" He mumbled to himself. He had to focus though. Why had Cross been blushing. What had he done? It worried him just a little bit. He'd already had a few indecent thoughts about the other and he was worried that the alcohol had made him do something stupid. He slowly sat up and looked around. Cross was nowhere to be found. Figures. If Allen had really done something, there was no way he was sticking around.

"Better go look for him."

Allen entered the kitchen just to find it empty. Looking out the window, he could see the laundry hung out to dry. He took a quick look around the house and found his master fast asleep in an armchair. He was resting his head on the armrest with his legs pulled up on the seat. Allen let out a sigh of relief and carefully picked him up and carried him to bed. He carefully put him down, earning a small whimper as he did. He glanced over at the redhead's face. Furrowed eyebrows, beads of sweat appearing on pale skin. A nightmare? He carefully reached out when another whimper escaped the redhead.

"Cross, wake up." Allen said, gently shaking him. It didn't seem to help. Cross moved, rolling over onto his side. Allen tried to wake him again, but to no avail. He watched as the nightmare seemed to get worse. He wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't until he started thrashing around that he actually grabbed him and pinned him down.

"Cross! Wake up! Stop… moving… around! Wake up damn it! Marian!" He felt relief as the redhead's eyes snapped open, but it was momentary. A knee hit him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and loosening his grip.

"D-don't touch me!" He heard Cross yell. However, Allen was too focused on regaining his breathing that he didn't notice that he was pushed off the bed and that Cross rolled off it on the other side.

It took him a while to breathe normally again. He carefully rubbed his stomach. That had really hurt. Cross had been really desperate to make him let go. He glanced over at the bed, seeing a mop of red hair sticking up on the other side of it. He hadn't left the room at least. Allen sighed and carefully climbed up on the bed. He crawled closer. Cross was curled up into a small ball, hands pressed to his ears, eyes tightly pressed together. His body was trembling. Allen frowned. He knew he'd had nightmares before, but Allen had never seen Cross in a state like this. He watched, not realizing that the redhead's mouth was moving until now. He leaned closer, trying to hear what he said.

"Please help me. Please help me. Please help me." He said it over and over again, almost like a chant. Allen felt his heart drop. He wanted to comfort him really badly. He reached out. Cross screamed when his hand made contact with his shoulder. A loud, terrified scream. Allen stopped himself from flinching and pulled the other up on the bed and into a hug. At first, he struggled and tried to get out of it, but after a while Cross seemed to give in and just buried his face in Allen's shoulder.

"It's okay, Marian. You're safe. It was just a dream." Allen said calmly, not wanting to ask about the dream itself. He got a quiet noise as reply and soon he felt a pair of shaking arms hug him back. He smiled and gently rubbed the redhead's back.

"I won't ask, so you won't have to tell me about it."

Allen ended up comforting Cross back into sleep. He carefully laid him back down and walked over to the window. He pulled the curtains, darkening the room a bit. A sigh escaped him as he glanced back over at Cross. He looked so calm and innocent now. He couldn't help but wonder. Did he have nightmares like these often? Were they always this bad? He noticed his shirt being pulled and exposing his stomach. He walked over to pull it down when he noticed the nasty scare on his lower back. Carefully he traced it with a finger.

"How did you get this?" He mumbled. Allen knew that Cross probably wouldn't tell him. He knew he was asking questions that would never be answered. He sighed again and finally pulled the shirt down. He grabbed the discarded blanket and carefully tucked his master in.

"So… I don't know what I did last night, but I'm sorry for that. I'm guessing that's why you were sleeping in the armchair…" He said and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll apologize again when you wake up."