A rare pair (I guess?) Stein x Death. Just a short one, friend asked me to write it. Be warned; there be creepy Stiens aahead.
I do not own Soul Eater.
Crank. Crank. Crank.
Stein sighed, letting his hand fall from the screw in his head. The Gallows manor creaked and groaned around him, as old houses were want to do. This house especially, considering that it's dark oak walls had stood here longer than its current occupants. He started down the long hallway, acutely aware of the sound of someone playing the piano, and of how the eyes of each painting he passed seemed to follow his movement. Creepy old house - or maybe it was just him. The hall twisted, doubling back towards the front rooms, but he'd already found his destination.
The doctor stopped in front of the door, where he could hear the source of the music. He pushed the heavy door open, the piano playing now much clearer, and he could see just who was the source. The black haired man showed no sign of having heard Stein's entrance, and continued to play uninterrupted, pale hands sweeping over the russet keys of the ancient piano, creating a rather beautiful melody.
Stein picked his way across the room, getting close enough to run his fingers through wild, soft black hair. Death stopped playing with a jerk, head turning upwards to stare up at the mad doctor with confused golden eyes. He hasn't heard the man come in, nor had he heard him walk across the rarely used room.
"Everyone is wondering where you went. You're worrying your son." Stein murmured, leaning further down to rest his forward against the exposed, cold skin of Death's shoulder. Frigid fingers reached up to stroke silver-grey hair, moving slowly to trace over the stitched scar running across the mad doctor's face. He knew that his sudden disappearance had worried Kid, but hadnt realized that it had thrown his...kind of lover off as well.
"I simply needed to think." Stein smiled against the god's shoulder, placing a hand on his chest, slinging the other arm around to rest comfortably over the pale god's shoulder. Death leaned back into the mad doctor's chest, dark eyes half closed as he quietly hummed the melody he'd just been playing. He was loath to move from his spot, the doctor was warm enough for both of them, but he did have work to do, and a son to take care of...
He reached up again, this time to grasp the screw on the side of his dear doctor's head and crank it until - click.
Death grinned, triumphant, and turned his head to place a kiss upon the scar on Stein's face, pulling from his embrace to stand and stretch. He started towards the door, glancing back at his dumbfounded lover.
"Come. We shouldn't let them wait any longer."