Omake

"Why are you up so early?" Kanda groaned irritably rolling to the side to get the light out of his eyes from the darn curtain he'd neglected to fully close the day before.

"I don't have a fever…" Allen muttered somewhat dejectedly. "I thought I'd have caught your cold."

"Why the heck do you sound sad about that?"

"Because they say if you give your cold to someone else you get better," Allen said lips drawing into a pout, nuzzling into the crook of Kanda's arm for warmth. "If you gave it to me, you'd be better now."

"Tch you won't catch my cold," Kanda scoffed, arm curling leisurely around Allen's shoulders.

"Why is that?"

"Because you're an idiot."

"Oh yeah! You're probably hungry right? What do you want to eat?" Allen said ignoring the jab and slipping from the bed, shuddering as his feet touched the cool laminate floors.

"You should go back, it would be bad if you actually did get sick," Kanda said, pushing into a sitting position. All joking aside he really didn't want Allen to actually get sick. He'd seen Allen sick before, several times in fact, and it left a nasty helplessness in his stomach every time. He wouldn't be able to eat, had thrown up everything he tried to take… Kanda didn't know how it was possible for skin as white as Allen's to become even more pallor from illness.

"I don't want to."

That stubborn pout. So stupidly endearing, Kanda could never win against that look. Cobalt irises regarded the pale figure that was his boyfriend with amused affection. It really was nice to have Allen around. Kanda idly wondered when it was he'd found himself so entrenched in these feelings.

"There are some pears in the kitchen, the old man gave them to me… they're not too bad."

A small lopsided smirk graced Allen's features as he located said fruit, beginning to peel them. It was truly amusing to him, just how dorkily charming Kanda was when he wasn't being completely honest.

"You're pretty convenient aren't you? Not worried I'll never get better?"

"That's okay, in as much as I'd hate for you to be sick and therefore suffering forever, I don't mind taking care of you," Allen countered without any hesitation.

"Hmph," Kanda harrumphed as he leaned back against the headboard.

"Really though, even if you're bed ridden, or had some kind of incurable disease, I will always-"

"Quit it will you! Don't think about that kind of thing."

"BaKanda, you don't have to be so serious about it," Allen said, walking over with a plate of neatly cut pear wedges.

"Do you really think I'd like the thought of being bed ridden with some kind of incurable disease? Even with someone as dependable as you by my side."

Allen visibly brightened, the faintest hint of red coloring his cheeks.

"Pears! I uh, forgot a fork." Allen flustered, rushing back over to the kitchen, hiding his face in his hands while attempting to regain his composure. Kanda had really taken him by surprise with that candid concession. He was positively overflowing with happiness, and getting that worked up over a couple words was so incredibly embarrassing.

Kanda wasn't much for the whole pampered in bed sick person thing, but as he observed Allen, and the way such a small thing could make him happy, Kanda found himself wanting to see more of those sweetly embarrassed expressions – even if it meant showing some of his own.

"Feed me."

Allen's head shot up, looking back to where Kanda was gazing in the opposite direction, red suffusing across his cheeks to his ears. Chest tightening with warmth, Allen shook his head as he fetched the required utensil and returned to sitting at the edge of the bed. Spearing a slice of pear, Allen hesitantly held it up for Kanda, wondering for a moment when Kanda didn't immediately take it that he'd imagined what he'd heard – which ironically was more likely than Kanda actually having said it. But sure enough, Kanda accepted the fruit.

"Aren't you having any?" Kanda asked after a few moments of silence had passed between them, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes – gone unnoticed to Allen.

"Ah, sure," Allen said, gaze dropping to the plate. In the brief moment Allen had taken his eyes off of Kanda, the navy haired male had leaned over and captured his lips in a kiss, the sweetness of the pear clinging to his mouth. Eyes widening, brows arching and a bright flush blooming on Allen's cheeks to match the one Kanda had been sporting earlier as he felt a section of fruit pass between their lips to lay on his tongue.

Kanda pulled away, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as Allen swallowed.

"Merry Christmas Baka Moyashi," Kanda said when Allen remained frozen in disbelief.

"Merry… Huh? A half-eaten slice of pear is my Christmas present?"

Rumbles of laughter shook Kanda's form, transitioning into a slight coughing fit – Allen tripping over himself to get water.

"It's okay. It's okay, I'm fine," Kanda said when Allen remained on edge.

Shaking his head Allen crawled back on the bed with Kanda, arms wrapping needily around his torso.

"Allen?"

A kiss pressed against Kanda's neck. Another a little higher. And Another.

"Allen," Kanda frowned, taking Allen's chin between thumb and forefinger to draw his gaze.

"Give it to me Kanda. Your cold… I take it back, I don't want to take care of you, I just want you better."

"Tch talking like that. You definitely won't get it, since morons don't get sick," Kanda said, though it had less bite than intended, coming out more of a heavy exhale, the fatigue weighing on him again as he carded his fingers through Allen's hair.

"Then, I won't stop until I catch it."

Another kiss.

"Horny brat," Kanda muttered, hands falling to the side.

"I thought you'd find it touching," Allen said cheekily, though his expression was more concerned than playful.

"How twisted do you think I am to find something like that touching?"

"Aww, won't you share this with me, Kanda?" Allen said, voice lulling to a whisper as he sat up on his knees, cupping Kanda's cheeks in his hands. "Even just half, won't you let me share your burden?"

"I'll never pass it to you," Kanda said looking up into those mesmerizingly haunted silver eyes. "But I won't tell you to leave anymore. Stay here with me. Always."

End

A/N: Hums awkwardly as I leave this here. No excuses, I'm just feeling a bit sappy sitting here next to this pretty tree in the hotel lobby at 1 a.m. on Christmas morning.

As always thanks for reading, all comments are very much welcomed and appreciated :)