A/N: Here is the fic for day four, prompt was Loyalty. Probably my favourite to write, though it is one of if not the shortest (I can't remember if bandages is shorter than this or not).

Summary: Black*Star can't understand what was so important that Soul had to miss Game Night. What was he doing that was more important than his god and best bro?

Rated T

Soul scowled as Black*Star glared at him from across the plastic table of the burger joint booth. The seat was squeaky and the spring was digging into his ass as he shifted.

Black*Star was being unusually quiet. It was unnerving.

The waitress brought their food though neither began to eat. It took another minute of silence before Star finally said what was bugging him.

"You bailed on me."

Soul sighed and slumped back against the booth seating. He ran a hand through his hair. "Dude, look, I'm sorry-"

"Do you not care for the Brotherhood of COD!? Ghosts, Soul, Ghosts!" Star stood up and leaned over the table, voice rising. "What was so important that you had to skip out on Game Night!?"

"Look, Star, I had something to do-"

"And you couldn't have called?"

As much as Soul felt guilty for skipping out on his friend, the constant interruptions were annoying.

"Dude, let me finish for-"

"What was more important than hanging with me? You know, your best friend!" Soul scowled and thought Actually, Maka's my best friend. "What, were you having sex or something?"

Soul flushed and glared. That stopped Star in his tracks.

The two teens stared at each other for a moment before Star slowly sat back down. "No way," he hissed. "You had sex before me?"

Soul flushed harder. "No, you idiot, I didn't have sex."

The blue-haired boy stared very pointedly at his neck. "Y'know, I thought that that was some bruise from the mission you and pigtails went on earlier this week but now that I think about it, it looks a hell of a lot like a love bite." Then, Star blinked and met Soul's red eyes with something akin to horror. "Wait, tell me it's not pigtails you're doing."

The white-haired boy turned an impressive shade of red. "We're not having sex," he hissed, refusing to make eye contact.

Star slumped back and stared just above the other boy's head. "Fuck."

Soul stared at his hands. "We really aren't having sex. Just, y'know..."

"Making out and jumping bases?"

Soul groaned and laid his head on the table but answered "yeah" anyway.

"Shit." Star was silent for a few more moments before he said, "I owe Liz fifteen bucks."

That got Soul's attention. He lifted his head from the table and stared at his friend with a deadpan look. "What?"

Star shrugged and grinned. "You and pigtails are hot gossip in the Academy. There's been a betting pool on how long it'll take you two to fuck since goddamn Baba Yaba. Tsu's already lost 'cause she thought you'd start fucking after Eibon but I thought you'd take another year to realize Maka's been flirting with your dumb ass since before Baba Yaba." He paused to let it sink before he added, "Even Kid's in on it and you know how much of stiff necked prick he is. Though he thought Maka would make a move on graduation after getting tired of waiting on you." He gave the other boy a thumbs up. "But it's good to know you aren't quite as oblivious as we thought you were."

Soul blinked at Star. Then he said, in the calmest voice he could, "When Maka finds out, she's going to kill you all."

"Don't you mean if she finds out?" Star tried his best to give Soul the puppy dog look he had been perfecting recently. "You wouldn't betray your best bro would you? I'll even forgive you for the lack of loyalty shown to Game Night."

The white-haired boy sighed and shook his head. "She'll find out eventually, nobody's that good at keeping their mouths shut about this kind of thing around here."

When Soul got home an hour later, after finally finishing his burger, promising Star that yes, he would keep the betting pool a secret and yes, he'd turn up to Game Night next week, he headed straight to Maka's room, ready for some cuddles and kisses. And hopefully a continuation of their activities the night before, before Maka had come to her senses and realized they should probably go to bed.

He pushed open the door and grinned when he saw his meister spread out on her bed, reading as usual.

"Hey," he said softly, catching the blonde's attention. She smiled and he asked, "Can I join you?"

"Sure," she chirped, bookmarking her place and putting the novel on the bedside table.

Once he had settled down next to her, slinging an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him, he pressed a kiss to her lips, humming contentedly when she kissed back.

"Miss me?" she teased against his lips.

He laughed. "I like hanging with you more than hanging with Star." He trailed kisses from her mouth, across her jaw and down her neck. "We get to have fun."

She snorted but sighed when he sucked on the skin of her neck. "Is that why you skipped Game Night last night?"

He pulled away and stared at her. "How did you know?"

"Routine, idiot." She rolled her eyes. "And Tsubaki called. Apparently Black*Star was pretty pissed with you."

"Yeah," he sighed. "He was."

Maka started toying with the longer hair that framed his face. "What did you tell him?"

Soul gulped. "Ah, well, I tried to tell him that I was just doing something but he kinda guessed, that, well, we've been fucking around."

She tensed in his arms. "Did you tell him we were having sex!?" she cried.

"No!" he exclaimed, hurriedly grabbing her arm. "I mean, y'know, fooling around. Not actual fucking."

"Oh." She stared at his neck, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Did-did he freak out?"

"Um, no? He just thought it'd take longer for us to get together."

Maka relaxed and met his eyes again. "Good."

Soul raised an eyebrow. "Was he supposed to freak out?"

She shrugged. "Black*Star's like my brother, sort of. He was protective when we were younger, when he wasn't driving me insane. I was worried he was gonna freak out like papa would."

He snorted. "I think Star knows me too well to think he would be able to intimidate me like your dad thinks he can."

"Yeah," she sighed. She leaned forward and kissed him, tangling a hand in his hair.

He moaned softly as her mouth opened to let her tongue slide out to meet his. He pulled her closer with a hand on the small of her back and she hooked a leg of his waist. Fifteen seconds into Make-Out and he was already light headed.

"I love that I'm important enough for you skip out on your friends for," she murmured into his mouth. "But that's a dick thing to do. So don't."

He laughed. "Whatever makes you happy."

He had thought it was a pretty smooth thing to say and would lead to more make-outs and grinding and wonderful tit-grabbing but instead she flicked him on the nose. She thought he deserved it for the smart ass comment.