A/N: So this is basically a bonus drabble for Two of Us. It's a bit of Chapter 4 from Soul's POV.
As the door shut behind them, the little bell ringing merrily to announce their presence, he tried to steel his courage. He could do this. He could do this. How long had he wanted to do this? Fuck Wes for pushing him to do this.
He trailed behind his bastard brother, watched him stride forward to catch up his fiance, moved forward himself to stand before his surprised meister.
"What are you doing here?" she looked up at him, brow wrinkled in confusion.
He responded with a shrug. "Not my call." And it wasn't, not even close, and he couldn't believe what he was about to do. He leaned close, placing his hands lightly on her waist, his own mind filling with static at the prospect before him. It frightened him, it thrilled him, but it was allowed—part of the show—part of what they had agreed to. He could do this. He would do this.
"Sorry 'bout this," he whispered in her ear, willing his voice to stay steady, "but Wes made it clear it'd look weird if we didn't."
It was now or never. He shifted his face to the side and before he even realized he had decided to make the move, he had already made it and his lips were on hers. She stiffened for only an instant, and then her lips moved against his almost eagerly, and if he was more than enthusiastic, well, who could blame him when he had wanted to do this for so damned long?
After several moments, he forced himself to stop as much as he wanted to pull her yet closer, to feel her body against his, to deepen rather than cut off the kiss. He moved his mouth back to her ear, afraid to look in her eyes, afraid to see the shock, or worse, disgust that was surely there. But at least—at least she had responded, had put on the show, had played along. If nothing else, she cared about him enough to do that much.
"Thanks for making it convincing, I owe you," he managed to get out in a whisper. He was dazed, the warmth of his meister's lips still lingering on his own, his mind in the clouds or on the floor, the odd mix of elation and despair that flooded him almost overwhelming because he had just kissed his meister, and yet, it was just a sick joke, a pretense. All he wanted to do was keep kissing her forever, but after this weekend, he would never be able to kiss her again.
As he pulled away, he moved his eyes anywhere but to her face and caught the knowing smile of his brother. He wanted to punch the bastard, or maybe thank him, he wasn't sure, and was surprised once more as his meister pulled him into a hug and whispered against his own ear, so hot that he had to suppress a shiver, "damn right you do," before pushing away again.
Before he could even consider responding, his head feeling like it was floating miles above, still full of the feel of her lips on his, his brother smirked at him.
"Well, little brother, looks like we both had business here," he said as he walked past, Soul trailing after automatically and feeling about ten feet over his head with the whole damned charade.