Lame chapter is laaame.

But, hey, you guys asked for it.

Enjoy (as much as you can)~

Allen sighed, turning over on his insignificant sleeping area once again. He was generally used to sprawling out all over his queen-sized bed that he had all to himself, so having to curl up on a cheap-hotel couch with a pedo in the room was a rather big change.

He stared at the ceiling.

Then, not finding the ceiling interesting, he turned over on his side, and ended up facing Tyki.

"I see you're still awake," the older man purred.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?"

"No."

Allen found that hard to believe.

"That's creepy."

"I said 'no'…"

"But you were lying."

"Eh," Tyki said, shrugging, "details shmetails."

It was quiet for a moment.

"So, since you're not sleeping and all," Tyki started, sounding hopeful.

"No."

"Aw. Why not?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"What, that it?"

"Maybe."

Tyki raised an eyebrow, but Allen just scoffed at him.

"Is that all you want from me, hm?" the boy asked, frowning.

"No, or else I would have taken you to a secluded area when you were still tied up and knocked out."

"And what, raped me?"

"Yep."

Allen blinked, his stoic expression faltering.

"It's really scary how calmly you can say that, you know."

"Well, it's the truth," Tyki said. "If it were me, I would be comforted by the fact that the opportunity had arisen and wasn't taken."

"…Surprisingly enough, I'm generally not comforted when people talk about 'rape'."

"Huh. Oh, well."

Allen blinked. Twice. Then he shook his head and turned over onto his back.

"That draft bugging you?" Tyki asked, off-handedly, it seemed.

"A little," Allen admitted.

"There's plenty of room over here."

Allen turned and glared at him.

"What? There is," Tyki said, shrugging.

"No."

"I'll keep to my side of the bed…"

Allen sighed. That bed did seem quite inviting…

"Promise?" he asked.

Tyki grinned. "You have my word."

Allen got up, doubting that the man's word was worth much, and then crawled into the bed, keeping as far away from Tyki as he could. He was practically hanging off the side, actually.

"Goodnight, Allen."

"Goodnight, pedophile."

Tyki winced. Ouch.

---

Allen half-woke in the middle of the night, his eyes still closed. He was still half-dreaming, but was aware enough to notice that he was cold. He tried to pull a blanket over him to protect him from the harsh Floridian air conditioning, only to find that he was already under a blanket.

So he hugged the pillow under his head, and tried to let his fatigue pull him back into sleep again.

Allen shivered. Then he turned around, and his conscious side was dully surprised by the fact that one of his hands ran into something. He was also quite delighted to find that this something seemed to emanate heat.

Waaaaaaarm, his half-awake mind droned, and he wrapped one of his arms around the heat source, cuddling the rest of him up against it.

Allen quickly fell all the way asleep, and Tyki's dream took a turn for the better.

---

Tyki generally wasn't associated with the phrase "early riser". In fact, he was infinitely more associated with his snooze button, which he probably pressed an upwards of 18 times per week.

Although on this particular morning, he awoke around 10. Which was actually quite a few hours earlier than he usually woke on days off, so you've got to give him credit.

Although…his morning wasn't exactly unpleasant, and he probably would have woken up earlier, had Allen wanted him awake. For Allen's technique was a rather nice one.

Tyki first awoke to his shoulder being shaken slightly, and Allen constantly calling, "Tykiiii…Tyyykiiii, wake ahhhhhhp."

But by Tyki's reasoning, it was much too early to get up, and besides, the longer he stayed in bed, the longer he would be in bed with Allen. Or, that's what he told himself. In reality he was just tired and his conscious was looking for excuses to continue being unconscious.

So, he just kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. Allen would not stand for this, and quickly maneuvered himself up and over the "sleeping" Tyki, landing on his other side, which happened to be the way the man was facing. And there wasn't exactly much room on that side of the bed.

"Tyki," Allen tried again. No reaction. So, Allen slid his hand around Tyki's neck and planted a kiss square on his mouth.

Needless to say, Tyki was wide awake after that.

"Well, good morning," Tyki said after Allen had placed his head back on a pillow.

Allen smiled briefly, and then simply said, "I'm hungry."

"Oooooh." New mental note: Allen gives out kisses for food. "So, how do you feel about buffets?"

"I love buffets."

"What a coincidence, so do I…Now, to find one…"

"We could look out the window."

"Eh, yeah. Good point."

---

Tyki took at least a little bit of pity on the restaurant and paid for three people. Although, this really didn't help much considering Allen ate half of the food they had out, and he probably would have eaten more if the buffet staff hadn't realized and kindly asked them to leave now.

"Aw, how rude," Allen said as they were walking out of the restaurant.

"Well, in all honesty, if it were me, I probably would have done the same thing…"

"Hmmm…yeah, good point. But still."

Allen looked around. Then he looked back at Tyki. Tyki, in turn, felt somewhat troubled by this.

"Er, yes?" he said, looking down at Allen.

"How much money do you have left?"

"I…I don't feel very inclined to answer that…"

"Enough to buy me a smoothie?" Allen asked, sliding his hand into Tyki's.

"Uhm, well, m—"

"'Yes'? Oh, you're so nice I just might thank you when we get back to the hotel…"

Tyki sighed.

"Alright, fine…"

Allen grinned.

---

So, one smoothie (for the both of them) and plenty of awkward looks later, the pair found themselves back in their hotel room.

"Ah, looks like housekeeping came through," Allen absentmindedly said, looking around the room.

"Did they?"

Allen pointed to the bed, which was perfectly made.

"Oh. Huh. I guess we'll just have to mess it up again."

Allen had half a mind to hit Tyki in his gut.

So he did.

"Hey, what was that for?" Tyki complained, wincing.

"For being a pervert."

Tyki sighed.

Then he remembered something.

"Didn't you say you were going to 'thank' me for that smoothie, boy?"

"I said maybe," Allen stated, frowning.

"Oh, come on...don't be shy."

"I'm not being shy, you're just being a perv."

"So what?"

Allen rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"Alright, I'll make you a deal."

Tyki raised an eyebrow. "And that would be...?"

"I'll play you in a game of cards. If you win, you'll get your thanks. If I win, you don't. Deal?"

Tyki raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"That's it."

"Alright. Deal."

---

Tyki shivered, rubbing one of his bare arms. "Can't we at least turn up the heat?"

Allen smirked, shuffling the deck. "Nope."

"Oh come on, that's just cruel."

"It's your fault for turning this into strip poker."

Tyki frowned. "Yeah...but...you're supposed to be loosing more!"

Allen shrugged, and dealt out a hand.

He was, in fact, being someone fair, and had lost a couple of hands. But while Allen still had his shirt, gloves, pants, and socks on, Tyki was down to his pants and whatever was under them. He wasn't doing too well.

Allen frowned at his cards.

Tyki raised an eyebrow.

"How's your hand, hm?"

Allen sighed, and put his cards down. Tyki smirked.

"Well, it's not like you're going to be winning. You've only got so much left to lose," he said, slipping his socks off.

Tyki shrugged. "Well, two more losses for you, and I won't really care."

---

"Oh, well..." Tyki grumbled, fumbling with his pants. Then he paused.

Allen blinked at him. "Something the matter?"

"No, I just remembered something."

Tyki reached up and pulled out his hair tie.

"Okay, next hand."

Allen frowned. "That doesn't seem fair."

"I was wearing it, wasn't I?"

"Well...alright, fine."

---

Tyki sighed. "How are you so good at this game?"

"Practice, practice."

"Right, whatever..."

Tyki stood up and dropped his pants, kicking them into his pile.

"Thank you," Allen said, pushing the deck over to Tyki.

Tyki sniffled. "If I catch a cold, it's your fault."

"Alright. But you won't be able to touch me. You know how contagious that is."

Tyki frowned. "Why are you so mean?"

"Because you're an easy target."

"Oh Cupid, you traitor..."

---

Allen stared at his cards.

"Something wrong, dear?"

"Uh...I don't suppose you'd let me take just one of my gloves off."

"Well, that doesn't seem quite fair."

"But...eh..."

Tyki blinked. "It's just your hands, right?"

Allen frowned, fidgeting with his left hand. "Well, yeah, but..."

Tyki sat there in silence.

Allen sighed.

And then he stood up, and removed his pants.

Tyki was quite a bit confused. "That's a bit out of order..."

Allen frowned at the floor.

Tyki scooted over to him. "Hey, listen, if there's something wrong with your hand or something, that's fine with me. I promise not to be freaked out or anything, honest."

Allen continued staring at the floor.

Tyki sighed. "Well, you're obviously upset about something, so I guess there's no fun in playing anymore."

Allen glanced up at him. "Who won, then?"

"Well, you did, of course."

"But..."

"If you feel it should be otherwise, you can always feel free to reward me anyways."

Allen pouted. "As if..." he mumbled, and then got up to climb into the bed. Tyki slipped on his shirt, and then followed him.

"Must you?" Allen inquired into the pillow.

"Of course," Tyki answered, grinning. "Who else is going to warm up the bed for you?"

Allen sighed. "Whatever..."

Tyki stared at the back of Allen's head for a moment.

Then he scooted a little closer to him. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?"

Allen turned to look at him.

"Pretty please?"

Allen thought for a moment. Then he propped himself up on his elbow, and gave Tyki a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight," Allen mumbled, and then turned back over to sleep.

Tyki grinned. "Nighty night."

Short chapter is also kind of short. orz

Oh, well.