Sooo, this is my first story here, and it's not even mine. This is a "remix" of another story, posted by the amazing Xelly-chan. I only added a couple of sentences to the original work, and I highly recommend also checking out the original version.( s/11639781/1/cause-i-hear-the-sweet-song-moving-down-the-mind)
The original warnings still apply, and...that's about all. Enjoy!
"You really are..." He felt the others hot breath, ghosting over the curve of his cheek. "that same creepy kid from back then, aren't you? Haven't changed at all..." A warm smile took over his face, creases appearing at corners of downcast eyes.
"And does that bother you..." He responds, tilting his head to the side, silver strands of hair spiderwebbing over his eyes. "Did you miss me?"
...Do you fear me?
Red and black, green and grey shift closer, slotting warm body against warm body and wedging into spaces craved by age, time and experiences spent apart. Hands, scarred and stitched together, brace against shoulders more broader and bowed than he remembers, and he allows himself to be pushed onto the small cot. He lifts his chin up, letting lips, damp, quirked and sighing, drag over his pulse. He has the taste of that crooked not-smile branded into his heart, running deeper than any of his scalpels ever could..
For the first time since Death had laid his large hand over his soul, he felt almost afraid of finding answers.
Sharp pain lashes around his chest, his throat expanding. He lowers his gaze down to the crown of red hair spilling over his stitched skin, blood red against scarred ivory. He weaves long strands between his forefinger and middle, lazily tugging at them.
"Senpai..." He urges, arching his back and running his knee along the inside of slack covered legs. A huff, almost laughter, but still not quite, is his response, sending hollow thrill to pool in the pit of his stomach.
"Once a brat, always a brat...What's to miss?"
I'm wary of you, but I know you.
Teeth scrape over protruding collarbones and a tongue darts out to soothe red marks blooming across his skin. Another sigh and a not-quite laugh flows over heated flesh, and he turns into tightly wound nerves. He presses, and pulls the other closer, pale knuckles blanching even more and lips parting.
"Senpai." He says again, the syllables breaking and dragging apart. He tries doing the same to Spirit's control, canting and rolling his hips against the others. "Senpai, Senpai, Senpai!"
"Yeah. Yeah...yes, Stein..." A wrecked groan rumbles through the nonexistent space between them, negating the years spent apart and filling up the void. Someone lurches forward and someone pulls closer, mouths meeting, full of tongues licking and teeth biting. His thighs splay open, welcoming, and he tenses, spine a tremulous arched line, and he moves, buoyed by rocking waves of friction and insistent staccato thrusts. "Fuck, Fuck...God! Good...You feel...feel just like I remember." Warm and wet lips press closer to his ear, kissing the heated skin under them.
His smirk crumples, broken by the hitch caving his ribs, but he still manages to gasp out, voice low, rough and raspy.
"So you did miss something."