A/N: A short and silly chapter, because I needed one.


Soul squirmed beneath Kid intermittently. His hands rested up near his head, clenched into fists, and he found he had a little trouble keeping up with the insistent kisses bestowed upon him. It wasn't as if he'd never made out in this position before, nor was it the first time he'd relinquished control. Maka frequently took the lead during their make-out sessions, and that was just fine with him.

This just felt so different.

"What?" Kid questioned as he pulled away, panting slightly. "What's wrong?"

The albino studied him through ivory bangs, breathing just as heavily as he rumbled, "You don't kiss like…"

"A girl. I know," Kid frowned and huffed.

Soul, rolled his eyes, hips twitching slightly as the raven moved over him.

"I was going to say that you don't kiss like Maka. Calm your cock, Christ."

Kid's expression went blank for a brief moment before he dissolved into a fit of cacophonous laughter. He collapsed on top of the larger male, guffawing into his chest uncontrollably. It was incredibly undignified, and he just did not care.

"Dude...are you ok?" Soul nudged at him cautiously, a bit alarmed at the outburst.

The reaper snorted and wiped a tear from his eye, face flushed red. He couldn't stop giggling, even as he responded to the weapon.

"Who says "calm your cock?"

"I don't know! Girls get "calm your tits!" Why not?"

Kid sighed and tipped his head, fingers carding through his hair. Soul was pretty sure he said something about the scythe being "ridiculous", but didn't comment on it. Instead he watched the raven sag a little, hands pressing into his chest.

"Hey? What is it?"

"Why won't you touch me?" Kid asked. His expression was relatively neutral, but even Soul, sweet, dense Soul, couldn't miss the tone of insecurity in his voice.

"Oh! I…." Soul blushed. "I don't know where to put my hands."

Kid frowned again, seemingly confused as he huffed, "That's it?"

Soul nodded and then yipped as his hands were grabbed and put on Kid's waist.

"I'm not a girl, but I am a person. I don't have any tentacles hidden anywhere."

The albino raised his hips and grinned when Kid's eyelids fluttered.

"Don't you?" he chuckled before sitting up to steal a kiss.

"Well," Kid said thoughtfully, "maybe just the one."

Soul hummed into his mouth, tongue running over the seam of the Shinigami's lips, asking for more. It really wasn't so bad once he got used to it. Kid was warm, and kind, and while he had no breasts for him to fondle and he was more angular than Maka, there was a certain comfort in being held by him. A safety that was familiar and yet completely different from the embrace of his girlfriend.

He idly stroked along Kid's ribcage, appreciating the contours, the ridges of muscle, the jut of his hip bones. It was only when the raven huffed at him that he took a brief moment to pause. When Kid said nothing, Soul nipped at his jawline, pleased to receive a soft moan for his efforts.

And then the reaper squawked.

"What!? What, what, what!? What'd I do!?" Soul pulled his hands away, confused as to what his possible transgression could have been.

"Your hands were on my ass!"

"Isn't that where they're supposed to be?!"

"Some warning would have been nice!"

"Who does that!? It's making out! You just…touch! It was a natural progression!"

"It's true, he really does just kinda touch. He gets really handsy if you let him," a feminine voice chimed in.

The shock of realizing there was a third person in the room had the two men clutching each other as they shrieked in alarm.

Maka stood with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, silently chiding them for their foolishness.

"You guys slay demons for a living," she said flatly, clearly unimpressed with their behavior.

"How…how long have you been there?" the albino asked, color staining his cheeks.

"Long enough to see you trying to figure out where to put your hands. Hilarious by the way."

Both men just gaped at her.

"He likes it when you pull his hair, just so you know," Maka waved her hand dismissively as she began putting groceries away.

"Uh, did you want us to help, orrrr…?" Soul trailed off helplessly.

Maka didn't look up, just waved her hand at them again as if nothing were amiss.

That was permission enough for the demon scythe and he moved in to kiss the reaper again. He was promptly met with a hand to the face.

"NOPE!"

Soul yelped and covered his nose, a string of curses filling the apartment as Kid calmly dismounted from his lap and went to help Maka. The glare the weapon leveled at the meisters did not go unnoticed, but it also did not strike fear into their hearts as he had hoped.

"That's really adorable," Kid chuckled, lips quirking upwards.

"He's pretty cute when he's angry," Maka agreed, stowing milk and eggs in the fridge.

Soul rubbed the bridge of his nose once more before making a grumbling declaration of, "I hate you both."