Hello again everyone! Here is the fic I've been working on since...What was it? April? March, even? Now that this is (nearly) done, I will finally be able to move on to other things so thanks to everyone who has still been reading and favoriting and following my stories! I hope everyone enjoys this one too (especially because these two are my OTP XD )!
This is the first chapter. This one has the spoilers. The next one will have the smut. However, there are some sexual themes in this chapter as well. Read at your own risk.
I originally had the line breaks just to show time elapsing but later on they're used to show a shift in point of view with no time passing. Point of view will always be third person limited but will shift between Black Star and Kid.
IMPORTANT: Credits to meangreen101 on deviantart for the cover image.
Chapter: One
Title: Intentional Mistakes
Rating: M
Warning: Language (including slurs), adult themes, sexual content, M x M
Chapter Summary: In which Black Star makes fun of Kid and they argue about a million times.
Word Count: 7,744
He heard the slap of skin on skin and felt the harsh rush of hot breath against his ear. His own breath choked out of him, his mouth open in a silent scream. There wasn't even a thought in his mind about the gritty feeling of dirt under his fingernails as he clawed at the muddy sand beneath him, desperately seeking purchase. It was an indescribable feeling, the sting of pain that accompanied the onslaught of pleasure. He pushed back against the feeling, craving more of the intensity.
Kid wondered briefly how he'd gotten himself into such a situation. "Oh. Right." Then he remembered.
"Does this look right to you?" Black Star's voice cut through the peacefulness of the short-lived silence, sending the forest birds fluttering away in terror.
Death the Kid allowed himself a hefty sigh as he turned to face the blue-headed idiot, hands on his hips. He stared at Black Star as he stepped away from the tent he had pitched and crossed his arms over his chest.
Kid shrugged. "I suppose so," he said agreeably. After Asura had been sealed on the moon and Kid had taken over as Shinigami for his late father, he had become much more lax about his obsession with symmetry.
That being said, the tent wasn't as perfect as Kid would've once wanted it to be, but it would surely do for sleeping in for a few days. Or so Kid hoped. He'd never been camping before. Since his father could never leave Death City, it was difficult for them to do father-son activities like that.
Suddenly, Kid wished he had made more time for those sorts of things.
"Hey!" Black Star's voice broke through his depressing train of thought. "You look really gay standing there with your hands on your hips," he said, sneering cheekily.
With an indignant huff, Kid hastily lowered his hands as his face flushed. "Yeah, well..." he struggled to formulate a response. "You're wearing a tank top!" he accused. Tank tops were gay, right?
Black Star looked down at himself, momentarily appalled before he uncrossed his arms to flex his toned biceps. "This is a muscle shirt. It's different," he defended.
Kid rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"Besides," Black Star continued. "You're wearing a suit in the middle of the forest!"
"Well excuse me for dressing nicely!" Kid retorted, grinding his teeth together in aggravation.
Not an hour in and the two of them were already at it. Kid had a feeling this would happen. Yes, of course he and Black Star were close friends and long-time rivals but they were still very different. There were moments when their personalities clashed and there were moments when they clicked. That was the nature of their friendship.
"There's no one here! Why do you need to 'dress nicely'?" Black Star said back, making air quotes with his fingers and raising his voice in a horrid imitation of the Shinigami.
Kid gaped like fish, highly offended. "I do not sound like that!"
"'I do not sound like that!'" Black Star imitated once more, making a face and waving his hands prissily.
Kid gnashed his teeth. A graduate of Shibusen, a three-star meister, nineteen years old, and he still has the mind of a four-year-old.
Kid prayed this wouldn't be how things went for the entirety of their little trip. Originally, they had planned for the three of them to go, Kid, Black Star and Soul. But unfortunately, Soul had called and said he'd come down with some horrible stomach flu and Maka demanded he stay home to rest. They offered to reschedule but Soul had insisted they go and have fun; they'd just have to do it again sometime, he said.
And so he'd ended up alone with Black Star in the middle of the forest.
The bushin was still going on in a grossly high-pitched voice, skipping around like some horribly Barbie-like female. Kid pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on. How am I going to survive this?
Finally, Kid snapped at Black Star, who looked like a complete dumbass. "Would you stop that? For Christ's sake, how old are you?" he shouted.
Black Star paused and appeared to think, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips, before answering. "Nineteen," he said slowly, as if it had been a stupid question in the first place and Kid should know by now how old he was. Kid couldn't tell if he was joking around or if he had actually taken the question seriously.
A long moment passed as they stared at one another, judgement for the other clear in each of their eyes.
At last, Black Star broke the silence with, "Alright, I'm bored. Let's do something!"
Kid looked around, checking their little campsite for completion. Kid had set up a small fire pit and arranged their things while Black Star had pitched the tent. Everything seemed to be in order so he shrugged. "Everything looks good so alright. What would you like to do?" he asked. For some reason he felt the urge to place his hands on his hips again but he refrained.
Black Star was obviously pleased with Kid allowing him to choose as he thrust his fist into the air and shouted, "Yahoo! Let's do camping stuff! Like hiking!"
Kid was far less enthused than the assassin but agreed nonetheless. After all, he had told Black Star he could pick. So he strolled over to his duffle bag and pulled out a black tee shirt and white cargo shorts. Black Star waited impatiently as Kid changed. He could feel Black Star staring at him but he refused to look at the bushin. Finally, he tied on his sneakers and stood. "Alright, let's go," he said.
Black Star sighed and rolled his eyes. "Finally," he said dramatically. "You're like a girl." The ninja scrutinized the shinigami, scrunching his nose judgmentally.
Kid gnashed his teeth together to keep from saying something he probably wouldn't regret.
"Yahoo! I win!" Black Star shouted as he reached the top of the mountain. Death the Kid shook his head, panting slightly. Despite his natural shinigami strength, Black Star was a bushin and hated losing even more than Kid did. So Kid wasn't really surprised when Black Star had challenged him to a race up the mountain and was honestly even less surprised when he'd been beaten.
"Yeah, yeah," Kid sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He could handle losing. He couldn't handle the hours of bragging that came with it. Thus, he needed to think of something he could beat Black Star at to balance it out.
Finally reaching the bluenette, Kid cross his arms over his chest. "Alright," he said, already having caught his breath, "So now that we're here, what do you say to a little sparring match?"
Black Star turned and looked over his shoulder from where he stood at the edge of the clearing. He raised one blue eyebrow. "Is that a challenge Death-boy?" he asked.
"Death-boy?" Kid asked, scrunching his nose in distaste of the horrid nickname.
Black Star shrugged, a grin spreading across his face at Kid's obvious dislike for the name. "What? Don't like it? Why don't you hit me then?" he taunted, turning to fully face Kid as he tucked his hands casually into his pockets.
Kid's eyes narrowed, remembering their second fight, which now seemed so long ago. Black Star had his hands in his pockets then too. He lost. Quickly. They'd fought several times since then, actually quite frequently. They had gotten closer in record, not that Kid actually kept score. Black Star, however, did. And right now he was behind two, which he seemed to mope over more often than he should. Apparently today was the day Black Star decided to try to beat Kid without using his hands. Again.
Kid wasn't dumb, though. He knew that Black Star now wouldn't be able to use his soul wavelength against him, a trick Kid himself had had to learn when he became a true shinigami.
He had one other thing that he knew Black Star himself didn't possess. Patience. So Kid stood and waited, knowing that eventually Black Star would get bored and make the first move.
He was right of course; Black Star was as impatient as ever. "You gonna stand there all day, Kiddo?" he called over the open space.
Kid ignored the sound of the old nickname his father had used and shrugged his shoulders. He watched as Black Star curled his lip, clearly displeased with the noncommittal response.
A moment later, the bluenette was running at him full speed and swinging a leg up to strike Kid with a kick. Kid ducked quickly, crouching under the attack and swinging his own leg out in an attempt to knock Black Star's other leg from under him. The assassin was too quick, though and pushed off the ground with that one leg, flipping backwards and landing on his feet, skidding back only a few inches.
Kid didn't give him much time to recover, rushing at him and throwing a series of punches at him. Most people assume it's easy to fake Black Star out and catch him unawares because he's not exactly the brightest bulb on the tree. However, he is a highly advanced fighter with excellent reflexes and combat sense. So Kid wasn't surprised at all when Black Star dodged most of his attacks, blocking others with his legs when he could.
Black Star counter-attacked, bringing his knee up towards Kid's chest. Experiencing a brief moment of panic, Kid let himself fall backwards, curling to take the brunt of his fall in his shoulders. Black Star wasted no time and brought his foot down, aiming for Kid's face. Kid saw the intent in his eyes and rolled away just in time.
As Black Star came after him again, Kid scuffled on the ground, hurrying to move out of the way. Finally, heart racing, he scrambled to his feet and spun to face Black Star. Kid was still off-balance as Black Star's next kick came upwards at him and Kid rose his arms in an 'X' formation to block the attack.
A scorching energy shot through his arms and into his torso. Kid's eyes went wide. His wavelength? But how?
He skidded back a few feet from the blow and found Black Star grinning at him. "Never let your guard down. Expect the unexpected. Isn't that stuff you teach at the Academy?" Black Star taunted.
Kid ignored him, focusing his attention instead on the burn-like wounds on his forearms. I just don't get it. You have to have complete mastery of your body and, more importantly, your soul to accomplish something like that. I've never even seen Stein do it. Kid scoffed at himself. Who did he think Black Star had practiced with? Ever since Stein had left on paternity leave (which, was longer than usual, mind you, because he had bargained with Kid for more time off, the slick bastard), Black Star had taken over his classes. Black Star wanted to be perfect before starting though so he had been attending Stein's classes for weeks beforehand in preparation. He'd even taken notes. Kid had gone down one day to check in on him and he had to admit…he was grudgingly impressed. But given the amount of time the bushin was spending with the nutty professor, he wasn't surprised at all that the two of them had figured this out.
Kid shook his head, clearing his mind of the distracting thoughts of Black Star and his new best friend. Focus, Kid. "C'mon Kid. You didn't really think you'd be safe from my wavelength just because I'm not going to use my hands, did you?" he called. He laughed that obnoxiously loud laugh of his and Kid grit his teeth against each other.
"Later, you're going to explain in great detail how you and that nutty bat figured that out, but for now, I'll settle for beating you to a pulp," Kid said calmly.
Black Star let out a small "heh," clearly amused by Kid's words. "That's cute, Kiddo." Cute? "Sorry, but this time I'm gonna kick your ass," he said, a lopsided grin spreading across half of his face. With a growl, he rushed at Kid again and this time, Kid was more nervous about blocking his attacks and instead focused on dodging them.
This will never work. If I want to win, I need to get on the offensive, Kid thought as he ducked and dodged, moving continuously backwards. He spared a small glance behind him. And if I keep losing ground like this, he's going to drive me off a cliff.
Kid ducked under a kick and dove past Black Star, ending up in a crouch on the other side of the bushin. At least I'm out of that corner, he thought. But now what?
Black Star was quick as he turned, already aiming an easy kick at Kid's face, as he was lower than usual in his crouch. Kid saw the sparks of Black Star's wavelength dance across his leg and his eyes widened in brief fear for only a fraction of a second. Then, he was reacting instinctively, grabbing Black Star's leg and deflecting it while dodging and causing Black Star's momentum to carry him past the kneeling shinigami.
Black Star tumbled past Kid, rolling over a couple times on the ground before landing in a crouch himself, arms and shoulders scuffed from the rough ground.
"That all you got, Kiddo?" he called, growling his words from between his teeth.
Kid clenched his teeth, wanting to wipe the stupid smirk off of Black Star's face. Alright, if he's going to use dirty tricks and flaunt around without using his hands, then I'll play a dirty card too.
With that last thought, Kid shut his eyes, focused, and activated the madness within him. The lines of Sanzu glowed and extended, forming a sort of tri-halo around his head. Laughter bubbled up from his throat and Black Star narrowed his eyes at the shinigami.
"Madness? Really? Here? We're gonna blow up the mountainside!" he called. When more laughter was the only response he got from Kid, he shrugged his shoulders, muttered, "Alright," and closed his eyes. When they opened, there were white stars in his pupils.
Kid jumped high in the air and came down at Black Star at high velocity. The bushin dodged and stone crumbled beneath Kid as he landed. Black Star continued to dodge Kid's ferocious attacks as the quicker boy assaulted him.
With enhanced attack power, the two of them darted around and struck each other with their wavelengths, doing basically exactly what Black Star had said - blowing up the mountainside.
Laughter came from Kid again as his fingers squeezed around Black Star's throat. The bushin finally closed his eyes and when he opened them again, the white stars were gone. "Alright Kid. That's enough," he croaked out calmly.
The words didn't seem to register for a moment but to Black Star's credit, he didn't panic, didn't even take his hands out of his pockets as Kid pushed down, blocking his airways.
What seemed like eternity passed, until Black Star's lungs were screaming in protest, and then at last Kid's eyes closed, he took a deep breath and loosened his grip.
The lines of Sanzu settled as he pulled away from Black Star, getting off of him and standing. The shinigami was bruised, scuffed and somewhat bloodied and the bushin on the ground was in similar shape.
Kid brushed himself off a bit and then held his hand out to Black Star. "Sorry about that," he said quietly.
Black Star just laughed - a little breathless - as he finally pulled his hands from his pockets and took Kid's in a firm grasp, pulling himself upwards. "Don't worry about it," Black Star said. He didn't say the words Kid knew they were both thinking, that Kid still didn't have the type of control over his madness that Black Star had. But he knew that's why Black Star didn't mind him using it on him (and nearly killing him); he knew he needed the practice.
Black Star used his tight hold on Kid's hand to pull him into his chest, so he could slap him amicably on the back twice. "Good fight," he said lowly.
Kid was used to the show of friendship after their sparring and returned the gesture a bit more gently. "You too," he murmured.
The two broke away from each other and stood in a brief moment of silence before Black Star started laughing, looking somewhere behind Kid. Kid looked over his shoulder to see what was so funny.
When he saw, he couldn't help but laugh along with Black Star.
They really had blown up the mountainside. There was crumbled rock everywhere, fallen trees and even smoke rising from a few places where their wavelengths had missed each other instead struck the innocent wildlife around them.
Black Star finally stopped laughing and said, "I told you we'd blow it up!" Kid smirked as a tiny bit more laughter escaped him. "Man, we're freaking awesome!" Black Star exclaimed, holding up his hand. Kid half-reluctantly high-fived the bluenette, shaking his head lightly.
They had arrived around noontime and by this time, the sun was already setting, casting a multitude of colors over the endless landscape before them. It was breathtaking.
"Wow, it's beautiful up here, isn't it?" Kid said, looking out.
Black Star looked over at him with a funny face. "Hey. You're doing that thing again," he said, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.
Kid looked back to him, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. "Doing what thing?" he asked, confused.
Black Star wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Acting like a faggot," he responded, trying not to snicker as he clearly thought he was funny.
Kid narrowed his eyes. "First of all, that term is rude and hurtful to actual homosexuals. Secondly, I will not waste my breath telling you again that I am not gay," he responded coolly, nonchalantly stepping down from his place atop a rock and heading the direction they had come.
Black Star hurried after him. "Oh come on, Kid! I was just teasing!"
"I win again!"
Kid rolled his eyes. "Only because you practically rolled down the mountain," he grumbled irritably. "And let's not forget who beat who to a bloody pulp earlier," he added pointedly.
Black Star, with all his articulacy and finesse, stuck his tongue out at Kid and pushed his nose up with one index finger. Kid simply leveled a flat, unamused stare at the bushin, who snorted as he laughed.
As they reached their campsite, a loud rumbling sound could be heard. Kid's head tilted to the side. "Did you hear that?" he asked his companion.
Black Star groaned, one hand on his stomach. "Yeah, that's my stomach. I'm freaking starving!" he whined, falling dramatically to the ground.
Kid rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time that day and said, "Keep your pants on; I'll get you something to eat."
Black Star cackled from somewhere behind him as he dug around their things for food. "Are you sure you want me to keep my pants on?" When Kid turned to glare at him, his hands were resting teasingly on the hem of his pants and he wiggled his hips suggestively.
A blush coated Kid's face and he turned away abruptly, causing more howls of laughter to echo behind him. "Would you quit it with the gay jokes?! I'm not gay!" he insisted.
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Kid."
The sun had set what seemed like ages ago. The fire was crackling and illuminated Kid's pale face as he sat across the way from Black Star who was inhaling greedily on a joint he had rolled. He'd offered to share with Kid but the shinigami had politely refused.
"That's disgusting," he had said, making a face.
Black Star had made a face right back. "Rude," he scoffed. "Don't knock it till you try it, Kid. Really takes the edge off." He paused to look at him as he took a drag. "You could use it," he added.
Kid had given him a sardonic smirk and then flipped him the bird.
Black Star had drawn air through his teeth in a hiss. "Ouch, Kid. That really hurts." He had placed a hand over his heart in a feigned gesture of pain.
That was two joints ago and now Black Star was baked beyond belief. He was laying on his back, pointing out constellations in the night sky. However, each time he did so, Kid would have to correct him and point out the actual constellation he was looking for. Or worse, tell him that whatever he had said didn't actually exist. Black Star was all laughs though and when Kid got up to take a leak, he rolled onto his side excitedly. "Oh, oh! Grab my bag while you're up!" he called.
"Which one?" Kid asked. You brought, like, five, idiot.
"The red one!"
Kid heaved a sigh. A couple minutes, an empty bladder and some hand sanitizer later, Kid was handing the somewhat heavy but small bag to Black Star. "Christ, what's in here? Rocks?" he grumbled.
Black Star flashed him a toothy grin. "Better," he said simply, unzipping the bag and pulling out a bottle.
"Oh Jesus," Kid muttered. "No way am I getting into that with you right now. You're already too much for me."
Black Star pouted. "Oh come on, would you quit being a party pooper?" he said. "Here, I even brought something your vagina taste buds can probably handle." He half-wiggled, half-crawled around the fire to be closer to Kid and then pushed a bottle of sweet wine toward him.
Kid let that last insult go in favor of staring at the bottle before him. Forever the perfect son, Kid had never touched alcohol before in his life and despite the years they had been friends, Black Star had never tried to convince him to do so. "How come you've never tried to get me to do this stuff before?" he inquired.
There was a pause before Black Star shrugged, frowning a little. "I dunno," he said quietly. The question seemed to have sucked the life right out of the bushin and Kid instantly felt guilty for doing so. Scrambling to make up for it, Kid hurriedly grabbed the bottle in front of him and opened it up.
Black Star seemed a little bit surprised as Kid put the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, taking a long drink. But it did make the grin return to his face as he sat up to clap Kid on the shoulder. "There you go. 'Atta boy," he said.
Kid wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, swallowing carefully. It wasn't as unpleasant as he had originally thought it would be. It actually tasted kind of...good.
Black Star himself opened up a bottle of vodka and knocked back a few gulps, some of the liquid spilling from his lips and running down his jaw.
Kid couldn't help but scoff at him, taking another drink and as he did so, for some reason, Black Star began cackling again.
And that's how it went on for the next few hours.
"Haha! No! No way! That's complete bullshit!" Black Star accused, pointing a finger at Kid and slurring his words somewhat.
Kid made a messy 'x' over his heart with one hand. "Cross my heart," he slurred back.
"You, Death the Kid, are trying to tell me that you had sex with Elizabeth Thompson?!" he questioned, still obviously finding it extremely hard to believe. He cackled some more, rolling on the ground as he gripped his sides. "You're so full of shit, Kid!"
"Nu-uh! I swear!" Kid exclaimed, sitting up some to glare harshly at Black Star. "Why don't you believe me?!" he cried.
Black Star laughed some more. "Because you're gay!" he shouted, finally turning to actually look at him - big, dumb grin plastered on his stupid face.
Kid gasped dramatically and rolled onto his back. "Not that again," he groaned. Black Star chuckled beside him. "Do you have any sort of evidence for this horrible lie you keep insisting upon?" Kid asked, turning his head to look over at Black Star.
The assassin looked at the shinigami, whose face was flushed red from the alcohol, and nodded. "Sure I do," he replied easily. Kid raised his eyebrows as if to say, Well? Black Star rolled his eyes. "Alright, first of all, you're always worrying about how you look." Kid opened his mouth to interrupt but Black Star held up a hand to silence him. "Hold on, let me finish all my evidence first." Kid reluctantly closed his mouth and motioned for Black Star to continue. "Okay. Where was I? Right. Thirdly-"
"You were on 'secondly'," Kid interjected.
Black Star made a face. "What? No I wasn't."
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't."
"Yes you - you know what? You're right. It was 'thirdly'. Sorry, please continue."
Black Star nodded. "So like I was saying: you also worry about your hair too much. Well, not so much now that it's symmetrical but still." Kid was about to argue that would fall under the first statement he had made but decided it best to not interrupt the ninja. "Okay so... Wait am I on 'fourthly' or 'fifthly'?" he pondered quietly.
Kid rolled his eyes. "Try 'nextly'," he offered.
Black Star grinned. "Good idea! Nextly, Liz told me you pluck her eyebrows. I don't think that needs further explanation. You care about fashion, you're completely OCD about cleanliness which should be a girl thing, you wear gay shoes, you don't play sports, you've never been seen with a girl other than your weapon partners. Face it, Kid; there's too much evidence stacked against you," he said smugly. Black Star had rattled those off so quickly and Kid's head was still spinning.
When he finally got some sort of focus back, he said, "Black Star, none of that is evidence. Those are just horrible stereotypes!"
Black Star frowned. "They're not stereotypes if they're true!"
Kid's eyes were beginning to hurt from rolling so much. "Yes. They are. And unless you can somehow prove that I'm infatuated with men then you can't really go around calling me gay," he said.
Black Star took pause. "Well, are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Infatuated with men?"
"What? No!" Kid exclaimed. "Have you not been listening to anything I've been saying?! I've been trying to tell you all day that I'm not gay!" Kid sighed heavily and draped an arm over his eyes. "Sometimes you're painful Black Star."
The bushin was silent for awhile before he propped himself onto one elbow and rolled towards Kid. Before he spoke, he finished off the nearly empty bottle in his hand and then let it roll away. He stared at Kid for a moment before speaking. Kid refused to move, though he felt Black Star's stare on him.
"Have you ever thought about what it'd be like to kiss a boy?"
"What?" Kid said incredulously. He could not believe he had just heard those words from Black Star.
"Well, have you?" Black Star repeated, glaring at Kid for neglecting to answer his question.
Kid sputtered inarticulately. "I-You-Just-What even?!" he stammered, hating the smug expression on Black Star's face. Finally, he managed an adamant, "No!"
Black Star cackled with laughter. "Jeez, Kid, you're so transparent sometimes!" he accused.
Kid looked at him, flabbergasted. "I'm transparent?! I didn't even know you knew the word 'transparent'!" Kid said.
Black Star gave him a pained look for a moment before he explained himself. "I'm just saying that your horrible, stuttering denial is so obviously telling me that the answer is actually 'yes' and you have thought about it!" Black Star crawled closer to Kid on his hands and knees, making Kid scoot away from him. "So who'd you think about?" he questioned. "Was it Soul?" Kid made a horrified face and opened his mouth to protest, but Black Star gave him no time. "Or maybe pale's not your type. What about Kilik?" He was still moving towards Kid and his voice had become low and husky.
"Enough!" Kid said, pushing Black Star away with a foot to his shoulder. It barely fazed him though and he moved even faster, forcing himself on top of Kid. The shinigami pushed against Black Star's chest, trying to shove him off and away. "Black Star, get off of me!" he shouted.
The bushin was leaning closer to him, ignoring the push of hands on his chest. He leered down at Kid who stopped his movements when he saw the devilish look in Black Star's eyes. "Was it me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Kid felt a blush rise to his cheeks and prayed that Black Star wouldn't take that as a signal that he'd been right. "That's what this is about? Your enormous ego? You are unbelievable!" Kid yelled, shoving at Black Star's shoulders again.
Black Star grinned and waggled his eyebrows, making Kid want to pluck the stupid blue things right off his smug face. "That wasn't a 'no'," he commented simply, pushing Kid's hands away as they continued to push against him.
Kid curled his lip in disgust. "I can't handle you when you're drunk. Go to bed before I decide to kill you just for fun," Kid spat.
Black Star grabbed Kid's wrists and pinned them into the dirt above the shinigami's head. He leaned in uncomfortably close to Kid. His breath was hot against Kid's face and reeked of alcohol. Kid scowled and turned his face away but Black Star took one hand and pulled him back, perhaps a little too roughly.
And with nothing else said, their lips clashed together.
Kid's wrists twisted in Black Star's tight one-handed grip, the bushin always having had large hands and Kid's wrists being slim enough to easily be trapped in one of them, especially with Black Star's current leverage. Kid grunted softly, trying to turn his face away as Black Star's lips covered his, but the bluenette's other hand held him firmly in place.
Kid's eyes remained squeezed shut, even as Black Star pulled back enough to say, "Relax," quietly. "Just let yourself feel. Just once."
Kid took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes closed, before tentatively leaning upwards just enough to press his lips against Black Star's once more. However, since he wasn't looking, he missed. Not by much, but still, a miss nonetheless.
This caused Black Star to chuckle and move Kid's face with his hand until their lips fit perfectly together once more. Kid had to admit; it was entirely more pleasant when all of his muscles weren't tensed and nervous.
After a few soft kisses, Black Star parted Kid's lips with his own and let hot breath fill his mouth. Kid gasped softly as he felt a warm wetness enter his mouth, its hesitant nature very different from its owner's usual enthusiasm. Kid let his own tongue meet Black Star's, letting him know he was okay with it.
With the acceptance, Black Star became more daring, tongue slinking past perfectly straight teeth to dominate Kid's mouth, causing a small noise of surprise to escape between their locked lips.
Black Star's presence was all-consuming, Kid noted. He kissed with the same energy he did everything else: an aggressive one. He treated it like a battle and Kid assumed he was probably very pleased with himself because if it had been a battle, Black Star was most definitely winning.
His fingers on Kid's chin became soft, more relaxed and they slid past that smooth jawline to sift through dark strands of hair. His grip on the back of Kid's head brought Kid up some, Black Star trying to bring them closer together.
Their kissing continued for several more minutes, all a mess of teeth and tongues, until finally Black Star pulled back, tugging on Kid's lower lip with his teeth as he did so, causing the shinigami to whimper softly. When they'd finally broken apart, Black Star was staring down at Kid, who looked up with wide eyes, panting breathlessly.
Black Star had a smug, I-told-you-so look in his eyes as he smirked down at Kid. Kid crumbled under the heated gaze and quickly turned his face away, squirming to free his neck from Black Star's hand. His cheeks were tomato red as he wiggled his wrists some more, attempting to break free from Black Star's tight grip. "Get off of me," he finally managed, no longer looking up at Black Star.
His companion laughed. "I don't think you want me to," Black Star said confidently.
"Yes. I do," Kid said adamantly, twisting his wrists more to make his point.
Black Star slid his knee between Kid's legs. "Are you sure?" he asked. "It's okay if you don't."
Kid paused. Did he want him to move? He mentally shook himself. Don't be ridiculous. It's just the alcohol talking.
"N-no. I - you... Just get off me!" Kid stumbled his way through his sentence, tugging harshly against Black Star's grip.
The bushin continued to smirk as he finally pushed away from Kid, sitting up. Kid, hands now free, shoved at him aggressively and twisted his hips to throw Black Star off of him. This caused the bluenette to chuckle as he flopped onto his side, bracing his fall with one elbow.
Kid sat up and scooted away from Black Star, pulling his knees to his chest. He rested his chin on his knees, pouting somewhat. Suddenly, he wasn't feeling very well. The alcohol was settling in his stomach in a funny way, seeming to swirl and turn his organs inside out.
Silence fell over the two of them but it wasn't an easy silence; it was a tense, awkward, uncomfortable silence that Kid hated.
"Why did you do that?"
Black Star didn't look up from where he was drawing circles in the dirt. "Hm?"
Kid frowned, looking downward, away from Black Star. "I said, 'why did you do that?' Why did you...kiss me?" His voice trailed off, showing his reluctance to speak the words.
Black Star shrugged the shoulder that wasn't supporting his weight, one corner of his mouth still tugged up into a mocking grin. He still didn't look up, instead fixing his gaze on the patterns he'd created in the ground. "Because I wanted to," he said simply.
Kid had to stop himself from scoffing. There's no way it's that simple. "But why?" he asked again, not understanding as he stared at the nonchalant bushin.
The movements of that tanned hand stopped suddenly, palm slapping down abruptly. Black Star still didn't look at Kid but when he spoke again, gone was the nonchalance and in its stead was a harshness that made Kid flinch, burying his face in his knees. "I'm drunk, Kid! What do you want from me?!" He pushed himself to his feet and walked away from Kid, heading off into the trees.
Normally, Kid would've called after him to make sure he was alright. It wasn't safe to wander off into the woods at night. Oh, who am I kidding? Like anything out there could hurt "The Great Black Star."
Kid watched him go, disappearing into the darkness. He didn't know how long he sat there, staring at where he had watched his friend disappear into the night.
What did I say? Kid thought to himself. The shinigami buried his face in his hands and groaned. "I'm an idiot," he muttered. He tugged on his hair for a moment before getting fed up. The alcohol was making him a little moody. "You know what? No. Screw him. He's the asshole that started it all." He was growling the words through his teeth, but stopped abruptly as nausea came over him again.
Kid finally made time to worry about how sick he felt and stopped thinking about Black Star. Maybe I drank too much… he thought as he unwrapped his arms from around his legs and moved to stand.
His head spun as he reached his feet and the world tilted around him. "Oh God," he muttered as he slowly lowered himself back to his knees. Placing his hands in front of him, he tried once more to hold it in before giving up and allowing himself to regurgitate his stomach's contents onto the forest floor.
It was, obviously, mostly liquid and Kid coughed as the pungent scent and sting permeated his nostrils. He wished he had something to wipe his mouth but was too dignified to use the back of his hand and too weak-feeling to get up and find a napkin or towel.
As he coughed and heaved some more, he was startled when he felt a warm hand touch his back and then move in slow, soothing circles. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Black Star bending over him and frowned.
Kid opened his mouth to tell him to get lost and tried shrugging his hand away, but another wave of nausea overcame him and he wretched again, more liquid splashing onto the ground in front of him.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as Black Star crouched next to him and held something out to him. Kid glanced and saw a small, black hand towel. He looked up at Black Star, who was staring at him with a blank expression, before reaching and taking the towel from him.
He wiped his mouth and then rested his hands in front of himself again, hanging his head and still feeling quite dizzy. He groaned lowly as his stomach churned and he upchucked once more with Black Star patting his back gently. He wiped his mouth and nose again, sniffling lightly, and then he stayed there, on all fours as he tried to catch his breath, until he finally felt like he wasn't going to throw up anymore.
Kid finally lifted his head and Black Star took that as a sign to take one of Kid's arms and sling it over his broad, muscled shoulders and help the shinigami rise. Kid growled lowly. "I don't need your help," he muttered.
Black Star said nothing as he aided Kid in wobbling to his feet. Kid glanced sidelong at the ninja, taking in his somewhat amused expression. Black Star led Kid towards their tent and then unzipped it and brought him inside. He laid him down gently and then Kid was staring up at Black Star as the bushin leaned to untie Kid's sneakers. Kid wanted to protest, but found it incredibly…touching, in a way, that Black Star was being so...well, not like Black Star. Selfless.
Black Star turned his back and reached into his backpack to grab a bottle of water, setting it next to Kid. "Drink as much as you can and stay under your covers," he said, clearly trying to keep the grin off his face, as he pulled Kid's blanket up to his chin.
Kid continued to stare at him as Black Star left the tent silently. The bluenette looked over his shoulder to meet Kid's eyes for a moment. Kid wanted to say thanks, but for some reason, the words never came out.
With nothing else said, Black Star was gone and Kid felt like he got the message anyway.
As the tent zipped, Kid opened up the bottle of water and made himself drink about half of it before setting it down beside himself. Then he folded his hands over his stomach and stared upwards.
Black Star...
Within minutes, the young shinigami was asleep.
After he'd put Kid to bed, Black Star was awake for several more hours...
He sat cross-legged by the dying embers, poking them with a stick. What's wrong with me? he thought to himself. Why am I such an idiot?
He would admit that he felt a little guilty about what he'd done. Kid obviously hadn't asked to be kissed, much less asked to be scolded for it afterward. He'd probably been terribly confused and hurt by the whole ordeal. But Black Star didn't feel traumatized at all. In fact, he thought it was almost kind of pleasant. He knew those were selfish thoughts, but he was used to being selfish.
"You're an asshole, Black Star," the war god said to himself. "A giant, drunken asshole." At this he laughed at himself.
He could hear Kid snoring softly from the tent and felt another pang of guilt that was covered in amusement. "He's gonna feel like shit in the morning."
Black Star was one of those people who had no issue talking aloud to himself, no matter how crazy it made him seem. It's how he preferred to go through his thoughts. Otherwise, he got confused fairly easily, not being the brightest bulb on the tree of course…
After making sure the fire was completely out, Black Star laid back on the hard ground and placed his hands behind his head. As he stared up at the clear night sky, he began his self-reflective talk. "Why's he so upset? It was just kissing. It's not like it meant anything. Besides, he got to kiss The Great Me! He should be honored!"
Black Star at least had the manners to quiet his usually loud, obnoxious laughter to keep from waking Kid. He lay there grinning and silence fell, except for a lone owl hooting in the distance. Staring up at the night sky and thinking about nothing, Black Star was soon slipping into sleep as well.
The bushin tossed and turned as he slept under the light of the moon…
"Black Star…"
A gentle voice whispered his name and Black Star searched for the source of the sound. It was a beautiful voice, he decided, one that must belong to an equally beautiful woman that he was dying to lay eyes on.
But everything was dark and he couldn't locate where her voice had come from. He tried to call out to her but no sound came from his open lips.
A delicate laugh sounded, a beautiful, tinkling bell-like sound. Black Star grinned. This is gonna be a good dream, he thought. There was still nothing to be seen, only darkness and the sweet, soft sound of laughter.
"Black Star," the voice called. The bushin imagined himself answering, telling her to come closer so he could see her face, but again, the words wouldn't come out.
Suddenly there were soft, dainty hands on his shoulders, which were bare, sliding over and around to wrap behind his neck. There, fingers laced through his hair at the base of his neck and thin arms pulled him closer. Soft lips descended on his and he responded immediately, wrapping his own arms around a slim waist and pulling his unknown lover closer.
The lips disappeared only to reappear on his neck and then travel downwards over the bare expanse of his chiseled chest and even lower. Black Star looked down but still saw nothing. There was only sound and feeling.
And then there was a hand around his cock, squeezing and stroking in the best of ways, drawing a low moan from his own throat.
Shortly after there was a wonderfully warm presence at his tip as his mystery woman wrapped her lips around him. He sighed in appreciation and slid his fingers through her silken hair, guiding her mouth down his shaft.
This time, when Black Star looked down and opened his eyes, there was finally something to see. Bright, golden eyes looked up to meet his as his cock disappeared into Kid's mouth.
Black Star sat up abruptly, panting and sweating. He looked around quickly, seeing mostly darkness. Running a hand through his hair, he looked over his shoulder at the tent where he heard Kid mumble and shift in his sleep.
"Jesus, something's wrong with me," he muttered to himself.
As he moved to lay back down, he realized the tightness of his pants and groaned in frustration. Throwing an arm over his eyes, he thought, You've got to be kidding me.
With a hefty sigh, he undid his belt buckle and pushed his shorts down to his knees. Trying to think of anything but his unsettling dream, he wrapped a hand around himself and tried to finish as quickly as possible.
As he closed his eyes again, all he could see were two pools of gold, looking up at him hazily.