A/N: I'd like to remind my readers that this is rated M for a reason. Enjoy my foray into new waters.
Spirit was still asleep, his hands balled up in the fabric of Stein's shirt when the scientist woke up, his body stiff and sore from not moving. Stein's hand touched Spirit's cheek and was reassured to find that the skin was warm, and there was color in it. The ice around the man's soul was definitely melting as well. Spirit's head was resting on Stein's arm, the man's face inches from Stein's.
Words Marie had said to him suddenly clicked.
"That's so romantic," she said with a heavy sigh.
They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Stein half asleep. He sighed and focused briefly on the image on the screen. The woman from earlier in the movie was waking up and the man that had fallen in love with her at first sight was waking her with a kiss.
"I don't think that there is anything sweeter than waking up like that. It's so romantic."
"I don't understand why you would want to."
"Because it is so sweet and caring. I'd wake up like that every morning if I could." The expression on her face was dreamlike and Stein had just shaken his head, going back to ignoring the movie.
Stein looked down at the sleeping man beside him and bent his head down.
His lips pressed against Spirit's and couldn't help but notice that they were much warmer than they had been the last time they had kissed. His hands pulled Spirit closer to him as he leaned into the kiss. Spirit's blue eyes opened slowly much like the woman's had in the movie. There was confusion in them and for one harrowing moment Spirit struggled against Stein's arms.
Then the fog cleared from his mind and his hands uncurled from Stein's shirt, one moving up to cup the man's cheek as the other one slipped down to rest on Stein's hip. He leaned against Stein, a desperation that carried the weight of the previous weeks in it, his teeth biting down slightly on the scientist's lower lip. Stein pulled back a bit, a questioning look on his face, but Spirit didn't care. The hand sitting on Stein's hip came up to wrap around the back of Stein's head and Spirit kissed him again.
There was no gentleness to the kiss, no hesitation. Stein's lips parted slightly as if to say something when the death scythe pulled back for air and as he did Spirit began a different assault. Stein felt his breath hitch as Spirit's tongue invaded his mouth, the death scythe pushing him back and against the bed. Spirit's hand came to rest on Stein's hip and he leaned against the man, finally breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against Stein's, his eyes closed and his breathing quick.
There was an unfamiliar sensation that Stein was beginning to associate with Spirit, and it was only heightened as Spirit's hand brushed against his waist; the man's fingertips just barely brushing against the growing bulge in Stein's pants.
And then it was as if Spirit came fully awake and he pulled his face away from the scientist, surprise painted on it as his eyes opened wide. "Death, I'm sorry Stein," he panted out.
It was Stein's turn to surprise the other man. A million thoughts ran through his mind, but he ignored them all, suppressed the rational side of his mind for once and gave in to instinct. Spirit let out a small "oomph" as Stein's hands wrapped around the man's waist and flipped him over and onto his back. A moment later the scientist's mouth was pressed against Spirit's, the death scythe moaning a bit as Stein let his own hands wander.
The sudden sensation of a wavelength approaching them caused Stein to jerk away from Spirit and sit upright on the bed.
"Stein?" Spirit's breath was coming fast and Stein just shook his head, looking at the door. A second later Nygus stepped into the room and Spirit hastily pulled the blanket up and over his lap, thankful that the woman was looking down at some charts.
"Mira, is Senpai well enough to leave the dispensary?" Stein asked.
Nygus looked up at the pair of them and couldn't hide her half-smile. Both men's faces were flushed, and Stein's hair was a bit more mussed than it should be.
"He should be fine to leave, though you may want to keep him under observation," she gave Spirit a sly wink and turned around to leave. The weapon blushed scarlet.
"You heard what she said, Senpai. You need to stay under observation. It seems that you should be coming to the lab then," Stein said with a smirk.
A few moments later the two were on their feet and walking towards the lab.
"I think that I'd be just as well off at-" Spirit's complaint was stifled in the middle as Stein's lips pushed against his, the scientist's body moving flush to Spirit's and pushing the man against the interior wall of the Lab.
"Mira said observation," Stein said after the kiss, "and I intend to make sure that you are properly observed."
Spirit slid to the side, but Stein's arms had him trapped and all he did was succeed at revealing his neck to the scientist. Stein took the opportunity to nip at the sensitive skin, grinding his hips into the red-head's.
"Stein," Spirit said his breath coming quickly, "we shouldn't."
Stein stopped, his forehead resting against Spirit's. "Why?"
"What if we're needed? Witch Auril could be planning something. Something could happen and Shini-" Stein's kiss interrupted the weapon's feeble reasons, the man leaning against him. A moment later Stein's hand was wrapped around Spirit's tie and he was tugging the man deeper into the lab.
"Stein…" The tone in Spirit's voice caused the scientist to hesitate outside the door to his room. "I'm… I'm not a surrogate for Marie, am I?"
A cold chill ripped through Stein's soul and he turned to face the weapon. Spirit's eyes were wide and questioning.
Actions speak louder than words.
A moment later Stein had Spirit in his arms, not to kiss him or let his hands roam over the other man's body, but to pull him into an awkward embrace.
Actions with words are louder still.
"Senpai… Spirit… losing Marie hurt me, but it made me realize how much I took both of you for granted. You are not a surrogate for her. You are someone I… love." The words tumbled out loosely from the scientist's mouth, and Spirit realized how hard it had to have been for someone who professed not to understand the concept to admit that.
A breath later Spirit was kissing Stein and the pair was moving into the bedroom. Spirit was breathless when Stein turned and pushed him onto the bed, a sadistic gleam in the other man's eyes.
"Allow me to show you the biggest difference between you and Marie." Stein smirked. Spirit tensed suddenly as a scalpel flashed into Stein's hand and towards Spirit's chest.
It ripped through the front of Spirit's shirt, exposing his chest. Stein's hand ghosted over almost completely faded scars and he leaned against the man, his weight pressing Spirit back and into the bed, his voice sending shivers down the weapon's spine. "I never cut her open. I never touched her like I did you. Like I will you."
Stein's lips crashed against Spirit's as he draped the rest of his body across the weapon's. Instinct reigned again, and Stein let his body respond on its own, observing as it did. Watching Spirit's reactions. Lips met and mingled, Spirit's hand resting on Stein's hips as the scientist adjusted his weight to rub against the other man's hips.
Friction, Stein decided, was one of the greatest things a person could experience. Eventually though, friction needed to be more, Spirit's breath coming in gasps as he arched his hips desperately against Stein's.
"Death, Stein. You realize that to have sex we have to be naked, right?" Spirit panted out.
Stein hesitated for a moment, feeling his erection straining against his pants, Spirit's obvious arousal doing the same. A smirk crossed his face, stretching the stitches and he placed a hand on Spirit's chest as he pushed away from the death scythe.
"Stay." Stein left the room, and Spirit propped himself up on his elbows, confusion on his face. Stein returned a few moments later, holding a small bottle. The scientist smirked at the weapon before slipping off his lab coat quickly followed by his own shirt.
Spirit stared up at the stitched scars on Stein's chest, one hand reaching out to touch the largest, most visible one before looking down at his own chest. A thin line, almost completely healed now, matched it. Before the weapon could say anything though Stein's lips had captured his own and the scientist already had the weapon's pants unbuckled.
Spirit gasped as Stein exposed him to the air, the scientist's palm rubbing against the slick head before sliding down to grasp the shaft, slowly running up and down it while Spirit writhed underneath him, panting.
"Dry!" Spirit exclaimed suddenly and Stein smirked, grabbing the bottle he had previously brought with him and drizzling a bit of it onto Spirit. His hand slipped easier and Spirit was soon moaning as his hips arched almost painfully against Stein's hand; Spirit's own hands were curling into the bed sheets. The weapon almost cried out as Stein's ministrations stopped. With one swift movement Stein divested Spirit of the clothing that was in the way, and his own followed a moment later.
More of the surgical lube found its way to Stein's fingers, and a moment later Spirit tensed, realization hitting him. He was the bottom. Strangely, after everything, he found he didn't care. A second later tears formed in his eyes as Stein's finger slid into him, exploring him. Stein found what he was looking for a second later. Spirit arched his back and a strangled cry erupted from the man, making Stein almost growl at the sound.
He forced himself to go slow, sliding a second finger into the man and watching as Spirit squirmed underneath him, a sadistic grin growing on his face as he struck that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over. He waited until Spirit was trembling underneath him before withdrawing his fingers and, with only a slight hesitation slowly pushed into the other man.
There was a moment when everything stopped, and both men were panting. Spirit pushed himself up abruptly moaning at the change in angle and grabbed Stein's screw, forcing the man to lean in so he could kiss him. In the middle of the kiss Spirit twisted the screw. With a growl Stein pulled out and pushed back into Spirit.
Spirit's leg was propped up over Stein's hip, and Stein was supporting himself on his arms as he sat a torturously slow pace and purposefully avoided the bundle of nerves he had been hitting with such precision a moment before. Spirit writhed, panting, his hand clutching at Stein's shoulders as the younger man kept his pace.
The change was sudden and forced a half-scream from the weapon as Stein pulled away, his hands gripping Spirit's hips as he bucked suddenly into the man, hitting the nerve bundle dead on. The pace went from slow to hard in a second; Stein's free hand wrapping around Spirit's erection and running up and down the man's lubed length. The scientist smirked as Spirit's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the man arching his hips as he moaned.
He realized suddenly that he was reaching his own end, his body trembling. Spirit was mewling below him and he began to run his hand faster up and down, keeping time with his thrusts.
"Stein-" Spirit's voice was broken and filled with lust, and it almost pushed the scientist over the edge. He teetered for a tantalizing moment, squeezing as he stroked slightly, feeling Spirit tense. Spirit's hands clenched tightly around Stein's shoulders, clipped nails digging into the pale flesh, as the man arched his head back. "I-…I-…"
Every one of Stein's thrusts were deliberate, the man's aim perfect. Spirit screamed out Stein's name and sent the scientist over the edge as shuddering muscles clamped down around him, drawing a hoarse growl from the man as he released.
He slumped against Spirit then, both men breathing hard. He didn't care that they were both covered with Spirit's release. The weight of the last few days crashed down hard on them, and they fell asleep entangled together.
A/N: And… I don't own Soul Eater. I know that some of you have been waiting patiently for this; I hope that you enjoyed it.