The Ultimate Twisted Bet
Summery: Black Star and Soul have a fight. Afterward, they make a bet that will forever change their lives. Can Soul handle it?
Warnings: yoai, oral sex, cursing,
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned SE.
Ch.2: Kidd
Soul blushes, fidgeting with his shirt as he stands in front of Kidd's door. 'I can't believe I'm doing this... Damn you Black Star!' His thoughts are cut off by the front door opening, making him release a small squeak in surprise. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.
"Soul? Why have you been standing outside my door for nearly ten minutes? Is there something I should know about? Where's Black Sta-"
Soul cuts him off, not wanting to hear his best friend's name at the moment. "He's not here right now! Its just me! Can I come in?" He smiles, hoping it'll convince Kidd to let him in without questions.
Kidd narrows his eyes in suspicion but shrugs and lets him in, stepping aside to allow him to pass.
Soul nods gratefully and steps inside, mind racing with half-formed plots and plans he could use to hurry and finish his half of the deal. He glances over his shoulder to see Kidd staring at him. "Um..Hey, Kidd? Can I..show you something?"
Kidd nods and turns to the kitchen, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Can we..go to your room instead? I'll..feel more comfortable there." Kidd eyes him suspiciously again before nodding and heading upstairs. Soul follows, fidgeting again.
When they finally reach Kidd's room, Soul sighs and shuts the door behind him, turning the lock. Kidd stills, readying himself for a fight. "What was it you wanted to show me again?" he turns to face him, trying to not let his tenseness show, especially since Soul had gotten so close.
"Yeah..." he breathes, seeming to grow more nervous with each passing minute. He walks to the bed and stops beside it. "C'mere. You might want to..get comfortable.." he looks to the side, trying to avoid watching his other friend take his advise.
Once he was comfortable on the edge of his bed, he looks up, crossing his arms. "Now what?" He jumps when Soul suddenly hits his knees with a wince and starts attacking his pants. He pushes on Soul's shoulders, making the Weapon look up and pause. "What are you doing?"
Soul blushes. "Taking off your pants." he mumbles, making Kidd blush as well.
"...What?"
Soul sighs and continues with his pants, explaining everything as fast as he could once they'd been removed to the best of his ability. "I lost a bet with Black Star and this is my punishment." Before Kidd could open his mouth to respond, Soul opens his own mouth and takes about half of him in his mouth.
Kidd moans in shock, arching his back and tangling his hand in Soul's hair. "Soooouullll?"
Soul backs up and grumbles something about his hair and idiots pulling. Before Kidd could ask, however, he takes him back in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the head and taking as much in as possible before backing off and scraping his teeth along its length.
Kidd grinds his teeth together, trying to ignore Soul and everything he did. He failed. Miserably.
Soul whimpers, finally noticing that Kidd was a bit longer than Black Star. Not so much that he wouldn't be able to fit it all in, but enough to probably activate what little of a gag reflex he had left.
Kidd sighs, settling on finishing first, asking questions later. With a small push, he forces Soul to take more of him in.
Soul, for his part, steps it up a notch and decides to try to finish him off as quickly as possible. He bobs his head, scrapes his teeth, and experiments with what he can do with his tongue.
All in all, Kidd is very pleased. Unfortunately, even with Soul -novice that he is- doing all that he knew how to, it still wasn't enough. He leans back, putting his weight on his elbow before gripping Soul's hair tighter and pulling him up before pushing him down, thrusting his hips.
Soul growls around him, sinking his nails into the flesh of his hips in warning while adding pressure with his teeth.
Imagine his surprise when he finds out that Kidd is secretly a masochist. He slams his hips up and pushes Soul's head down (Soul gags but is ignored), grunting through clenched teeth.
Soul sighs and tries to work faster but Kidd wasn't having any of it.
Gripping the back of his head tightly and making sure that his fingers still had a tight grip in his hair, he pushes Soul's head farther down while lifting his hips. Soul gags again, nearly breaking the skin beneath his nails. Kidd moans and pulls him up before slamming him down, all the while murmuring things that Soul was too busy to listen to.
A few thrusts later, and Soul's scalp was screaming in pain. With a hum, he deep throats him and swallows, fighting his gag reflex as he does.
Kidd grunts before growling and tightening his grip.
Soul, a Weapon more in-tune with his natural Weapon-instincts than most, instantly melts, allowing the Meister to take control and continue to -for lack of a better term- fuck his face. Soul groans and clenches his jaw slightly, allowing his teeth to scrape him with every thrust. He blinks in confusion when he suddenly finds himself above Kidd's erection. He glances up, giving a tiny lick to the head.
With a growl, Kidd releases... all over Soul. He opens his eyes when he hears a growl, looking down at Soul. He chuckles at the dead-panned look he receives, not apologizing for 'painting Soul's face' for him. He does however, release his tight grip and massage the back of his skull.
Soul sighs in exasperation before lifting a hand to wipe some off, cleaning his hand with his tongue. He frowns in confusion, reaching up to rub more off. "Tastes different." he mumbles absent-minded.
Kidd narrows his eyes and flips them over, shoving Soul's face into his sheets before using his other hand to tug their pants down. "Hey, Soul..."
Said Scythe whimpers, feeling a cold chill trace his spine again. He was not liking where this was going.
"I wanna show you something.."
He shivers again, jumping when something hard presses against his entrance. Oh, no. He was definitely not going to enjoy this..
'But at least Black Star will have his proof tomorrow...' he thinks, trying to find the silver lining while Kidd pushes in, not bothering to prepare him. He whines, twitching at the pain. 'Definitely, have proof...the bastards...'
Heheh, hope you've all enjoyed Soul's torture as much as I have. Comments, questions, help, etc, all welcome.
