((No one to thank this time...because I wrote too quick))

Allen rolled over on his side, humming a bit, then bolted up in the bed. He looked around the large room, This isn't the room I've been renting... It was quiet, so he go up and looked around. There was a large flat screen television, a minibar, a bowling alley, a chandlier, a deluxe room service menu, and the bed was very, very soft.

He noticed that his jacket, hat, and sunglasses were gone, as were the rest of his clothes. Now he wore a t-shirt that smelled faintly of home, or Kanda, they both smelled the same to Allen, and his own boxers.

Allen heard the sound of someone rolling over in a bed, so he investigated the suite further to find a small hallway going into another bedroom. There was no door there, so he just walked into the room where Kanda was sleeping. As soon as he saw Kanda laying there, he backed up against the wall, as if Kanda had him cornered, although he was still asleep.

Kanda had his hair out of a pony tail, and was shirtless. That was about as much as Allen could tell from where he was standing 20ft away. Kanda must have sensed that someone else was in the room, because he stirred and woke up. The Japanese man looked up, and was only slightly startled to see the nervous Allen pushed against the wall.

"Allen..." Kanda said.

"Please...don't..." Allen croaked, sadness dampening his ability to talk.

"Moyashi...tell me what's wrong." Allen began to cry, his hands covering his face, so Kanda spoke again. "Come here..." His arms were open wide, welcoming Allen to a hug.

Allen walked slowly over to the edge of the bed, to Kanda's right, where he was holding his arms out to. He looked at him sadly, then launched himslef into Kanda's arms and began to sob. Kanda pet his head and whispered little encouraging things to Allen.

"It's okay...it's okay...please, Allen, tell me what's wrong. I'll fix it, I swear."

Allen looked up from his shoulder and gripped Kanda's hair. "Let me tell you everything...let me tell you everything that really happened...I was lying...I lied so much..."

Kanda looked at the hoarse creature that seemed so small in his arms. Allen was sitting, crying, in Kanda's lap, his arms around Kanda's neck and clutching his hair. He felt like he could break this little imitation of his moyashi with a few false steps, so he just patted his back and waited for him to continue.

"C-can...I tell you later? I don't...think I can handle it...yet." Allen managed to gasp through sobs, then lowered his forehead back into the nape of Kanda's neck, and his BaKanda's chin rested upon his head..

Kanda felt awful, Why is the moyashi so torn up? "I don't want to push you. You...you don't deserve that. I need to tell you something, that I forgot to actually tell you when we were in England."

Allen sniffed, then nuzzled into Kanda's neck some more, then nodded for him to proceed.

"I love you, moyashi." At that, he lightly kissed the top of Allen's head.

Allen's arms pulled him into a tight hug, then said something that was muffled by Kanda's shirt. Kanda pulled Allen away, so he could repeat what he'd said. His face was red, and he was crying again.

"I love you too, BaKanda..." Allen looked up at Kanda's beautiful face and smiled a little.

Kanda leaned down to him and kissed him lightly on the lips, then again, then again. Soon the chain of kisses had melded into one long one, that was mutually enjoyed. Allen's teary eyes and red face had faded to a light blush, and Kanda's usual stony eyes had turned soft and loving.

Instead of turning to dogs in heat, they relaxed and lay back in the bed. Both of them were still exhausted, so they fell back into a light sleep. Thy lay close, Kanda's arms pulled Allen close, and that was perfectly fine with him.

((Warning: this is NOT the end. I just wanted a fluffy piece. Reviews welcome! Yeah, I know this was unbearbly short.))