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The thick fog of silence was broken by the click and swish of a lighter. With a jagged sigh, Spirit turned to watch the flame flare, then disappear as Stein lit his cigarette. While Stein had pulled himself up to lean against the headboard, Spirit was sprawled beside him like a ragdoll. The redhead fought back a wince of honest pain as he shifted around and then nudged Stein's arm aside so he could curl up beside him. The awkward stickiness between his thighs reminded him that the dog had apparently sapped all of the scientist's earlier softness. He had not been gentle with Spirit. But, he certainly wasn't complaining about that.
He traced one of Stein's scars with a forefinger, one he knew was there even in the darkness, utterly content to let the quiet seep back into the room. The only sound was the crackle of the doctor's cigarette, and his own shallow breathing. Stein was rarely talkative after any sort of physical interaction. In fact, he hardly made any noise during any sort of physical interaction, either. Which was fine, because Spirit knew he was loud enough for the two of them combined. Still, it had taken some getting used to, in the beginning. At first, he had hoped that after such a violent release, he would be able to chip away at Stein's sterile demeanor, but he was greeted with a hard glare and icy silence. He had eventually stopped trying.
Stein was not the easiest lover to partner with. In truth, their first sexual encounter had frightened Spirit so badly that he had tried to go into hiding for a few days, skipping class and locking himself in his room. Of course, on top of the fear, he had also found it difficult to walk and sit properly at first, too, and wasn't too keen on letting anyone in on that little secret.
If Stein was a meister to behold in combat, he was downright terrifying in the bedroom. Even now, so many years later, there were still moments where Spirit found his nerves quivering in anxiety. He'd never hurt him, not seriously, but he knew what Stein was capable of, and he would be a fool not to respect that.
He tried to stay awake until Stein had crushed the remains of his cigarette, in hopes of luring the other man into snuggling, but he drifted off well before that point. However, hours later he found himself shaking off the tendrils of sleep before Stein did, which was a rare thing indeed. Through one half-opened eye, he looked over at the doctor, who had turned away from him sometime during the night. It was too tempting of an invitation not to take advantage of.
Carefully, Spirit wormed himself across the bed and right up behind Stein. His resolve started to fade, at this point, because engaging in this sort of scenario was always a hit or miss. Occasionally it was greeted with positive results, but most of the time it ended with Spirit whimpering in the corner and Stein trying to apologise in his own awkward way.
Regardless, he brushed the nervousness aside and decided to take the plunge. He curled his body behind Stein's, and then cautiously slid a hand back under the blankets. His fingers coasted over the sharp ridge of the doctor's hip and then flattened, until finding exactly what they had been looking for. This was always the moment where Spirit found his fate decided – Stein either woke up in a serious rage, or Spirit got lucky and caught the doctor in the middle of REM sleep or something equally soothing. Either way, Spirit held his breath and committed to his goal.
There were no roars of fury, and Spirit didn't find himself being flung off the bed, so he smiled to himself for getting past the potential danger. It was all downhill from here. He skimmed his tongue along the exposed skin of Stein's neck, and then took a firmer grasp of the doctor's cock. Spirit's touch was ghost-light, at first, but he gradually increased the pressure, and offered a throaty little chuckle against Stein's neck as, even in sleep, the scientist's body responded to his ministrations.
He was a bit wary when Stein started to stir to life, but he wasn't about to stop, not now, not when he'd been so brave. Stein's ear found its way into his mouth, eliciting a bit of a whimper from the quiet doctor, which pleased the Death Scythe immensely. Any time he could draw such a response from the man felt like a great success to Spirit.
He could feel his own body reacting to the situation, which only drove him further. Now, his teeth nipped at Stein's flesh, and he could feel the other man's body arching and straining towards his hand's motions. He was sure the doctor had to be fully awake by now, and the fact that he was allowing Spirit to control the situation made the redhead see stars. While he had no desire to change the dynamics of their lovemaking for good, every once in a while he wished for a chance to take the lead.
Unfortunately, Spirit's moment of ecstasy was cut short.
Stein flew to life with little warning. Before Spirit could protest, he found himself overpowered. A strangled yelp leapt from his mouth as he was flipped flat onto his back. His lower half was pinned between Stein's knees, and the doctor's right hand was an iron collar around his throat. Spirit didn't dare move, not only because it was now a struggle to even get a decent breath, but because he wasn't completely sure if Stein was angry or just in the mood to play rough.
Stein's fingers tightened and Spirit couldn't help the spit that flew from his mouth as he gasped for air. As he expected, Stein's face was a mask of indifference, his elusive green eyes even harder to read without his glasses in the way. His gaze bored holes into Spirit until the redhead was forced to look away like a scolded pet.
For a fleeting moment, he thought Stein was going to release him. Those cold fingers loosened, and Spirit greedily swallowed a throat-full of air. But, while he was enjoying the gift of oxygen, Stein easily seized the Death Scythe's lower jaw with a bruising grip. Not wanting to waste such a perfect moment, the doctor struck forward, burying his cock into Spirit's mouth.
As the redhead flailed and gagged beneath him, a toothy grin took over Stein's face, and he coughed out a rough laugh. Though he didn't speak, the sound alone was enough to make Spirit shudder. He knew what that laugh meant, and he tried to brace himself for the coming abuse.
The doctor's free fingers snatched a generous handful of red hair, and Spirit found his head completely controlled. Frantically, he tried to force one last breath of air into his lungs before it was too late. His gaze flew back to Stein's once again, but this time he couldn't look away if he tried. Each time the scientist conquered him like this, Spirit found himself transfixed by the madness in his eyes.
There was nothing for him to do except try to breathe. He gagged repeatedly, saliva flying as Stein's cock continued to slam against the back of his throat. It made his eyes water. Even though there was a rhythm to the doctor's motions, Spirit found it impossible to get enough air. Panic surged in his veins as his imagination drifted towards thoughts of suffocation. Now, as his instincts took over, Spirit started to struggle.
Stein laughed while Spirit squirmed beneath him, and the choked whimpers that escaped his lover's mouth were music to his ears. It only fueled his fire. His thrusting became frenzied, tense, erratic; he could feel his blood coiling in ready to strike. With one last, cruel shove, he snarled and released the height of his fury down Spirit's raw throat.
It was too much for the Death Scythe. With no air to begin with, and his mind reduced to straight fear, Stein's climax had nowhere to go when it slammed into the back of his throat. Spirit heaved and retched, but his head was still caught in Stein's deathgrip, and his mouth was more than full with the doctor's cock. As he squealed in protest, a mixture of spit, semen and shame worked its way out his nose and flooded his mouth. Truly choking, now, he doubled his efforts to get free, and was relieved when Stein granted him his wish.
He could feel the other man rock backwards and settle onto his knees, which meant Spirit's hips were still pinned to the bed. He couldn't see this, though, thanks to the salty tears invading his eyes. Coughing and gasping, he didn't even bother to rub at his face, since he knew it would only make him more of a mess. But, he was fairly certain Stein enjoyed watching him in this sort of state, and as he heard the familiar hiss of a lighter, he decided this was a definite fact and no longer a suspicion.
When his eyes cleared enough to focus, he tried to glare at Stein, but it felt flat and defeated. Sure enough, the doctor was staring at him with a bemused hint of a smile, enjoying his cigarette as though nothing had just happened. Spirit's pride rallied itself and boiled within his chest. This wasn't fair! He was a DeathScythe, after all – he shouldn't be subjected to this kind of torture! A diatribe churned within his chest, and he opened his mouth to unleash a scathing lecture to the grey-haired beast with the nerve to smile at him.
"Shh," Stein murmured. "Don't. You'll ruin everything."
It was only a handful of words, quiet ones at that, and Spirit was too frustrated to heed them. His eyes narrowed and his voice was trembling with emotion. "You-!"
Before he could speak another letter, Stein's mouth was against his. Much to his chagrin, though, the doctor's kiss was a stark contrast to his earlier behavior. There was no biting, no violence. His mouth was gentle and apologetic, moving with Spirit's instead of trying to dominate it. As much as the ginger wanted a fight, he quickly succumbed to the unexpected tenderness. Why Stein was being so affectionate, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't stupid enough to ruin the moment by questioning it. Beneath the less-than-ideal flavor of his own snot and tears, and Stein's mess, he could taste the acrid hint of cigarette. When the doctor finally pulled away, Spirit clutched at his shoulders in objection.
This time, when Stein laughed at him, it wasn't dark and horrible, but instead warm and tolerating. Spirit clung to the other man as he twisted to lie back down, and Stein's arms comfortably wrapped around him so that he was hugged neatly against his chest. While it was a rare moment to be savoured, Spirit couldn't help but try to rub some of the offending mess off of his face and onto Stein. He thought he had timed this well, waiting until the doctor reached sideways to kill his cigarette so that he wouldn't notice.
"That's a little disgusting."
Caught in the act, Spirit tried to shrug it off with a weak laugh. "You didn't seem to mind a few seconds ago when your tongue was in my mouth…"
"True," Stein answered, simply. He used his free hand to sift through Spirit's hair. The watery sunlight of dawn had started to drift through the blinds, and Stein was forced to reluctantly acknowledge it. "It's getting late, senpai."
"I know. I should have left by now," Spirit replied, quietly. It took considerable effort, but he finally stretched and wriggled out from under Stein's arm. As he turned and started to drag himself off the bed, he suddenly froze. "What…uh…Stein?"
"Hm?" The silver-haired doctor looked to Spirit, then followed the direction of the redhead's gaze.
"How long has he been there?" Spirit's voice was high-pitched and disturbed. "Do you think he was….watching?"
About two feet away from the bed stood the dog, still swathed in bandages. It wasn't moving; even its tail was completely still. It's one visible eye slowly drifted from Stein to Spirit, and then back again. This time, there was no mistaking it…something was definitely awkward about the way the dog was staring at them.
"Maybe he's hungry?" Spirit whispered, not wanting to speak fully aloud. He was surprised when Stein's voice was as hushed as his was.
"Maybe he has to go out?"
Spirit cleared his throat and hoped his voice sounded firm and commanding. "Go on, dog. Shoo! Go on! Get out!"
The dog didn't move, not one muscle, but Stein started laughing, his body shaking with the effort it took to control his humour. "Wait, why does he have to leave? What's wrong with him standing there?"
"What's wrong with it? Look at it, Stein, I think it's mad. There's something wrong with that dog. I don't think I like him anymore. And I don't want him to see me naked."
Spirit growled under his breath as Stein's laughter swelled and poked at his pride. Between the spooky dog and the doctor having a great time at his expense, his sensitive nature recoiled in pain, and he flounced off the bed in a blushing hurry. Stein's amused voice chased him towards the bathroom as he stormed off.
"I'll make you breakfast – but you might want to lock the door in case the dog comes in after you for another look!"
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