Todd felt his heart in his chest.

It beat too hard, too fast. It was in his ears, blood rushing through him,filling his face with an intense heat. He was on fire everywhere Pepito touched. A hand on his knee, one thumb across his cheek, their legs touching.

Todd's own hands were fluttering nervously across the other boy's chest and shoulders. He watched Pepito's eyes, they swirled with intense color, darker than normal. His lips were parted slightly and he could feel how fast the other was breathing. He was nervous too.

That made Todd feel a bit better.

The light from the TV flashed over their faces. The title screen of some stupid action movie. They'd been watching it, they'd been laughing at the cheesy special effects, how bad the plot line was, the terrible acting and they'd been so close. Their shoulders brushed, their laughter mingled and it had come to this.

"Todd...?" Pepito murmured. He watched his lips move with his name and felt a spear of fire through his stomach.

"Y-yeah?" The human whispered, hearing his words shake and knowing his entire body was too.

"Can I..." Pepito hesitated, licking his lips nervously. Todd watched it happen, felt the spear of fire change into a curling blaze in his belly. "Can I kiss you?"

His mouth felt so dry. Was this really happening? He should say no. He should push away, jump away, run away. This was dangerous, it felt like he was playing with fire, waving his hands above a flame, getting too close. Todd should shake his head, should stop this now before things went too far, before things were ruined and...and...

"Y-yes...?" His mouth formed instead and he didn't move away at all, he moved closer, tilting his head in preparation.

Todd shouldn't want this. It was wrong. For so many reasons. Pepito was a boy. Pepito was the son of the Satan. Pepito was his best and only friend.

But, Todd wanted it so badly, didn't know how much he wanted it until they were only a few centimeters away, until he felt his breath brush across his face. Pepito smelled like smoke, like campfires and warmth.

And he closed his eyes against the swirling mismatched irises that watched him, were always watching him, pulling him in two directions.

Pepito's lips brushed against his own and Todd's heart exploded out of his chest, a gasp escaping him. It was like lighting a match in a room full of gasoline. The blaze was unstoppable.

It was chaste only for a few seconds. Before Todd had wrapped his arms around Pepito's neck, pulling him closer. Before the Antichrist's hands were in his hair, caressing his neck,running down his chest.

It wasn't chaste when their mouth fit together so perfectly, and everything tasted like burning sugar.

Todd tried to breathe through his nose and only smelt his friend's cologne.

Then he was on the floor, Pepito over him,working their lips, their legs between each other's. Their bodies touching everywhere.

Todd tried to ignore the growing ache between his legs, the bulge he felt against his hip.

Couldn't ignore a hand as it slipped up his shirtfront, caressed his stomach, brushed against a sensitive nipple.

The noise he made sounded far away and unfamiliar against Pepito's mouth.

The same mouth that pulled away, only to kiss its way across his face, down his neck, suckling little pockets of pale skin, each kiss sending hot lances of heat through his middle.

"P-Pepe..." Todd whimpered, clutching at his friend's back and heard an answering groan.

It was so much. Too much. Too many sensations all at once. He opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, felt the carpet beneath his back. He blinked.

"Pepito...?" He asked, his breath hitching in his throat, nervously. "I..I don't know if-"

He felt the other boy still before pulling away, leaving Todd feeling a bit cold and exposed.

"Sh. I know. Do not worry, mi corazón." Todd watched Pepito sit up, hair a mess, lips swollen and eyes still dark. Todd felt his entire face turn red.

"I-I...I mean...I'm sorry. We uh, um." Todd sat up as well, swallowing nervously and feeling like a disaster. His breathing was too fast. "We...does this...are we?"

He couldn't get the words out that would voice his insecurities, his fears. His brain felt foggy, he felt so unlike himself. He'd never done anything like that before. Never wanted to.

"Todd, you are hyperventilating." Pepito pointed out, watching the other boy worrying himself into a corner. "We will only ever do what you want us to do. Nothing more."

"I-I...uh, thank you. But, um Pepito, I..." Pepito stared at Todd. If anyone else looked at him they would see a blank face. Todd had known him long enough to see his eyes narrow a bit, to see he was searching Todd, looking for...something.

"Todd. You are afraid. Of me?" The Antichrist wondered. And his lips thinned, as if the idea hurt him.

"N-no! I'm..." Afraid of myself. Afraid of what I'm feeling. Of what comes next. "I don't want things to change. I...you're the only..." And suddenly his throat felt tight. "The only thing in my life that...that is," constant, warm, good.. "And I can't...I don't want to lose that. You."

Pepito leaned forward again, slowly to show that Todd could back away at any moment, could ask him to stop. He brushed a thumb across the other boy's cheek. His voice was low and reverent.

"Mi amado...you could never lose me. I am here for you, forever. However you wish me to be. Whatever you need, Todd."

Todd felt relief wash over him, along with the familiar hot embarrassment at the sheer intensity in Pepito's eyes. He knew he was being silly. He had to think, had to consider the consequences of kissing his best friend who was a boy and the Devil's son and...and... Todd leaned his forehead against Pepito's chest.

After a moment, he felt strong arms wrap around his back.

They sat like that for a minute before Todd's stomach let out an embarrassingly loud grumble. He felt rather than saw Pepito smirk.

"Let me cook for you."

Todd pulled away, smiling softly at his own body. "Alright."