It shouldn't have happened.

Chrona is male in this so this is YAOI, if you don't like it don't read it. All my old fics were yaoi and it's nice to get back into my natural habitat, though I may be a little rusty. There may be a second chapter, enjoy.

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This shouldn't be happening. All sense told him it shouldn't be happening.

Glancing up he once again caught the ice blue gaze that had been lingering on him since class had begun. In the instant his own yellow orbs met them the shot back down to his black draped lap. Kid sighed to himself, how often were they going to repeat this sad little rhythm? The faint pink in the other's cheeks told him it would probably be going on for a while.

His lavender hair was a mess, he always held only one arm, there was nothing symmetrical about him.

He found himself staring at the other too eventually, not when he was looking of course but whenever they were walking with the others. There was something in the way he walked… the dress he wore brought his legs so close it made his hips sway with each step, highlighting things he shouldn't be looking at. He wondered if it was intentional, he had to dress that way since the witches he came from were a society of women but… he was still a boy, did he have to look like… that?

His mother was a witch, he shouldn't even be in this school.

It was today the timid little swordsman had finally gotten up the nerve to approach him in one of Shibusen's vast hallways, perhaps because they were finally alone. His black shoes squeaked softly as they shifted back and forth while his hangs kept wringing each other out, his eyes couldn't even stray from the floor below his feet. It was a pathetic display but something about his shy innocence made his stomach stir… it was so cute.

He was a shinigami, he shouldn't fall prey to such urges, and he shouldn't be seduced by wiles of a witch.

His eyes finally met his, though glancing away occasionally in hesitance, they were nervous and somewhat frightened, making his pupils only small black islands in a pale sea. His lips quivered, opening and closing silently with something he wished he could say but couldn't seem to find. Ragnarok urged the boy to get on with it, egging him on with his usual abuse. It wasn't until he finally got to the point of shouting for the weapon to go away that he could even speak.

No, none of this made sense.

"I-I… I like you… Kid." The words lingered in the air, much like the heated blush did on his face, "I-I like you a lot…"

This shouldn't be happening, but that didn't stop it.

Something inside him clicked, some animal instinct he had hidden away under years of good upbringing and mannered living. Somehow the words that had so innocently left those lips made him grab by his thin shoulders and capture them in a hard kiss.

Everything about it seemed wrong, but he wanted it, he knew the moment he heard a high pitched squeak slip from their locked lips and felt thin fingers clutching desperately to the edges of his coat. The boy was acting like a child clinging desperately for the smallest bit off affection; the young shinigami felt sympathy melted in with his amorous state of mind and only held him closer.

Chrona's obedient nature halted any will of argument as he pushed his thinner form against one of the stone walls. As his own body cradled the others and he felt his frantic heart beat against his own, he pressed his tongue against trembling lips. With a small gasp they opened, allowing him to explore inside the wet cavern within, gently pushing his head back against the wall. As he tilted his head to lock their mouths together he felt a shy moist appendage pushing back against his own and wrapped it in a strange dance he wasn't even sure where he learned.

The senseless jumble of lips and limbs lasted until they had to part for lack of oxygen and a heavy panting echoed off the empty stone hallways. He watched flushed face of his companion as his eyes slowly fluttered open, glassed over with a sheen of confusion and tears, but his hands were still clinging to his coat. Also watching the shinigami, Chrona shook slightly in his arms, wanting to ask the questions that were running through those blue orbs but even with his mouth hanging open, still moist from the kiss, no words came out.

This couldn't be understood through words anyway, leaning in he met his lips again, perhaps only to distract him from his shy nature so his hands would be free to trace down his sides and rested on his feminine hips. The simple touch sent a shiver up and down the frail form, kid realized how likely it was that no one had ever touched him in such a way; it was both an appealing and tempering thought. Before he could question the morality of it he felt the shaking body press back against him, the small action uncharacteristically eager for someone so shy. A smile crossed his lips as he left the other's, kissing a small trail down until he found the opened collar around his neck and captured the hidden skin beneath.

Chrona let out a shuddered breath as his head made a small tap when he leaned it back on the wall behind them. Kid could feel him swallow his nervousness as he nipped under his chin. He had never expected the swordsman's skin to be so soft, it was a shame he kept it so terribly hidden, but in a way perhaps it was for the better, who knows who would have taken advantage of him.

"Uyguu…" he mumbled when the shinigami found an extra sensitive spot on his neck, followed by a high pitched squeak when his hands when over the curves of his hip to rest over his rear. It was such an adorable reaction he had to resist giving the small round cheeks a squeeze and frighten the poor boy. The fingers that usually gripped a blade were digging into his back, pulling his jacket down his shoulders.

"Chrona…" he whispered softly into the now moist skin of his neck, letting the coat fall discarded to the floor and the tight, nervous grip of the other pull some of his buttons asunder on his shirt, but he wasn't even sure if he knew what he was doing. There was something animalistic in the way they clung and clawed at each other, something instinctive, something barbaric, he had never experienced before. He felt now he somewhat understood why he had always heard people speak of irresponsible, spur of the moment decisions with such pride. What he was doing was foolish and yet he had never felt better in his life from the moment he pressed the smaller boy against the wall.

Even if he wanted to he felt he couldn't stop, and although he was only a puppet swinging on his strings in the whirlwinds of the moment, he could tell Chrona didn't want it to stop either, voiced by the hesitant and surprised gasps and moans elicited from his lips. Taking the smooth black fabric of his dress into his fist he began to pull at the border that blocked him from the soft, hidden skin below. There were a few nervous twitches whenever his fingers brushed the back of his thighs through the fabric as it was raised inch by inch but otherwise no objections were made.

When the garment was up to his waist Kid slipped a curious hand slowly inside, the warm tips of his fingers barely brushing against the skin of his stomach, but none the less it made the swordsman yelp like a small pup. It was too adorable, he laid the palm of his hand on the flat plain of his lower abdomen, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment as he hesitantly slid it downward, feeling the small muscles twitch as he found them, and showing that he shared his nervousness. Both of their bodies stiffened as he drew near his destination, Kid leaning away from his neck to catch a glimpse of those fogged ice blue eyes, as if to ask for permission, even though it was all rather irrelevant, nothing made sense at the moment anyway. The shy orbs shuddered, half covered by tired lids, but none the less they looked up at him like those of a begging pet, unsure if they were allowed to ask for what they wanted but taking the slim chance. Swallowing his hesitation he gave a small nod and pressed his cheek to the other's, tracing down over the soft patch of fuzz just before taking him into his hand.

Even if they both knew it was coming it didn't lesson the shock of moment. Chrona gasped, a violent twitch traveling down his body, a reaction to being touched where he had never experienced the touch of another before. Kid shuddered, either from the heat in the already slightly aroused organ in his palm or the effect of it on the other. The slighted movement of his hand made the boy squirm or moan, clutching his arms as if he might collapse at any moment. As his movements began to be more organized, more rhythmic as opposed to the exploratory ones before, his breath began come out in pants that changed with whatever pace he set. The shinigami watched, fascinated with the range of expressions that passed over the others flushed face as he watched his hand on his member. He could feel the heat radiating and pulsing within his fingers, urging him silently here his panting lips couldn't speak. He was so engrossed with the swordsman's reaction he didn't notice what he was doing until he felt a trembling hand on the claps of his pants.

"Ch-" he began to question the sudden action but when he met the other's eyes his words were lost in those blue, hazy seas. The dark crimson in his cheeks lingered as the swordsman tried himself to find the right thing to say.

"I-It… It has to be s-symmetrical… right?"

There was a moment of pause, then the shinigami captured his lips with a fierceness that rivaled their first kiss, pressing her against the wall with his body and grinding their forms together. Chrona moaned deeply, clutching him for dear life almost. Kid shuddered when he felt the sword trained hand on him, it was strong, in stark contrast to the rest of his frail, soft body. The fingers were hesitant, but imitated ever action his companion made on him, the slightly rough skin making him shudder.

The haggard pants they shared between kisses echoed off the empty hallways, timed with the rhythm of their hands. Chrona's free hand clenched his shirt tight, he was beginning to teeter back and forth, the legs below him threatening to give way. He knew the boy was reaching his limit, for someone who had never experience anything like this he had lasted long enough already. Breaking their frantic kisses he gripped the thin form, trying to keep him up with an arm around his waist. He could feel the heat pulsing through his organ and hot liquid began to drip down his hand. Chrona's face was deeply flushed and eyes clenched shut as he gasped for breath, the site of him so lost in lust made his own need grow and he stroked him harder, wanting nothing more than to see his expression when he finally came.

He didn't have to wait long, with a sudden gasp, his eyes shot open to show shocked blue orbs, wider then he had ever seen them, followed by the sudden rush of heat that sprayed onto his hand and lower half. In turn the hand that was holding the shinigami tightened with the stress of release, the strength in his thin fingers making him groan and come himself. He felt the other jump and felt a bit guilty for surprising him, but it was rather adorable.

After such a spontaneous meeting of long held back lust the air seemed almost unbearably quiet, only very slow, shaking breaths to fill the void. The silent moment lingered, neither sure of what to say, or even if words would make sense after all of that had happened. They would have gone on in silence but Chrona's legs gave out and he had to catch him to keep him from tumbling to the floor. Gentle he lowered him, setting him on the floor and taking a seat beside him against the wall.

Chrona looked at him, he looked back, there was a deep flush in both of their faces as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in… and Kid tried to ignore how much the white substance stood out on the black fabric of his dress.

"…a-are you alright, Chrona?"

There was a moment of hesitation before he nodded, the blush deepening. "I-I think I am…"

"It… was your first time, wasn't it? I-I'm surprised Ragnarok didn't come out…"

Again he nodded, hands clutching his knees. "I… I-I think my heart was beating too fast...It does when you're around…" the words were mumbled so softly he hardly caught them, but they still touched his soul and he couldn't help but smile.

"K-kid…" he spoke again, making the shinigami turn, there seemed to be a lot of stress going through his head and his hands kept shifting. "D-d-d…. d-does this mean you like me too?"

The look he gave him was so hopeful it was almost as if he was begging. He couldn't stand it anymore, he chuckled to himself, only making the other boy worry all the more.

"D-did I say something funny?"

"No, just cute… you're very cute…" lacing his fingers with the curls around the back of his hair he pulled him close and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. It earned him a small moan from the usually shy boy and his thin hands clung to the arm that held him. Even as he pulled again the boy leaned forward as if he didn't want him to leave, didn't want some of the first affection he had ever experienced to slip away.

"Yes, I think I like you very much…"