First off, I do not own Soul Eater. Second, this story will have sporadic updates, but I do intend on finishing it. It's already outlined so…yeah. Also, there will be some mature themes to come. Mostly of a sexual nature. Finally, this is just a little intro. I know it's short. Sorry : - ( Please leave any advice/constructive criticism. Thanks!
Cold. That was the only thing his brain would process at the moment. Everything else had it working hard to keep up. Sight, smell, hearing - gone. All that mattered was the touch, the feel of that ice cold chest beneath is fingertips. Cool fingers running through his hair, trailing down his neck bringing warm chest to cold. He shouldn't be enjoying this. This was wrong, but he didn't care. Not here, not now. Not with those icy digits making their way down his back. He opened his eyes to see golden ones staring back, questioning. Spirit lost what little control he had left. Leaning forward he caught the Shinigami's lips with his own. Heat. Heat everywhere. From lips, to face, to arms. Then light. Brighter and brighter until nearly blinding. The cold felt from his lover gone and he was burning. Burning…
Spirit opened his eyes and cursed the sun for waking him. Then he cursed himself for leaving the blinds up. Then finally cursed himself a second time when he remembered that dream and the inevitable effects he'd have to deal with in his shower.
"Damn."