Spirit x Stein: You Don't Want Me, You Just Like The Attention
Oh, Spirit noticed. Sure as hell he noticed. Noticed how whenever they held hands down the street, Stein's grip would tighten on his, but only whenever someone walked by. The death-scythe noticed how Stein met the eyes of everyone who stared at the two of them when they were together. How Stein made scenes out of their public displays of affection, almost showing off for crowds sometimes. Stein noticed all of this, even though he didn't think Stein noticed. He never said anything, though. He never mentioned anything about it to his chain-smoking lover. He had had suspicions for quite some time though, and he knew that eventually he would have to come to terms with them.
But for now he simply focused on Stein's heartbeat as he rested his head on Stein's chest. They lay in bed and although Spirit rather despised the smell, Stein insisted on smoking. He took a long, careful drag before blowing out tiny smoke rings into the air. Spirit gave a tiny cough but he knew it would do no good. Stein simply ignored the cough, proving Spirit right. Spirit sighed; he couldn't keep his mind of it any longer. No matter how much he enjoyed Stein's soft (but scarred) skin beneath his fingers, no matter how much Spirit loved how Stein's hair looked in the morning, all ruffled and out of place, despite all of it he could no longer deny the truth.
Spirit propped his chin against Stein's collar bone, "Hey, Stein?"
Stein tilted his head to gaze at Spirit; the small amount of light from the moon shone off his glasses, hiding his eyes.
"Yes, Spirit?"
Spirit closed his eyes contently, "You don't want me, you just like the attention."
It wasn't a question.
Stein continued to gaze blankly at Spirit. "You are correct."
Spirit sighed again. He hadn't expected any better, he knew better than that. It was still slightly disappointing to actually hear it from Stein's lips though.
Spirit opened his eyes and looked into Stein's empty ones. He saw there what he always saw; nothing.
Stein lightly traced his fingers across Spirit's cheekbone, then paused to trace the shape of his lips. Spirit's eyes hovered closed as Stein leaned in and kissed him. It was slow but deep; same as always. Yet when Stein pulled back, Spirit found that his lips were tingling from the contact. They always were; the tingling of his lips was often accompanied by a few butterflies as well.
"Good night, Spirit." With that Stein rolled over, his bare back facing the red head.
Spirit placed a small kiss on Stein's back, "Good night."
Spirit let his eyes hover closed. He was fully aware that this relationship couldn't be healthy; all false love and affection. But truthfully, Spirit had to admit it to himself:
He was also in it for the attention.
Even though Stein's touches left him mystified, he was not Stein's toy.