HELLO AGAIN! Here is the long-anticipated (lolyeahright) CHAPTER 5! *fanfare music*

I will tell you, (um, idk if this counts as a spoiler, but...?) this chapter right here is the reason I upped the rating to M. So please be warned that some fresh-squeezed lemon awaits! If you can't handle it then don't say I didn't warn you! xD

Enjoy!

ALSO I don't own the characters, blah blah blah.

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One by one, the party guests filed into the mansion, carrying overnight bags and all kinds of food. Everyone was dressed in formal attire, per the host's request - Kid's social gatherings always required a proper appearance. Tsubaki had managed to get Black*Star into a tuxedo that fit him properly, convincing him that it would "show off what a star he is".

Maka donned a royal blue gown that accentuated her thin waistline. Tsubaki had chosen a modest, black, floor-length dress. Even Crona was wearing a suit; black with pinstripes and a simple white dress shirt. Soul was dressed in his best (and only) suit - red and black, which emphasized his eyes.

After the others' snacks had been set up in the dining hall, everyone gathered in the lounge to mingle and listen to music.
Soul was enjoying the company of his friends, but he noticed that someone was missing; there was no sign of Kid anywhere. Even Patty (whose green shimmery dress mimicked her sister's) was already out of her room and enjoying herself.

Maka skittered over to her weapon, linking one of her arms with his. "So...where'd your boyfriend run off to?" she whispered playfully.
Soul blushed and elbowed her gently. "He isn't my boyfriend, Maka, shut up."

Maka grinned and squeezed his arm. "Not yet, you mean!" She giggled. "Never mind, anyway, I think I've found him..." the miester gestured toward the entryway of the lounge.

Sure enough, there was Kid, fully dressed this time and (in Soul's opinion at least) almost more captivating than he was the last time he'd been there. His obviously expensive suit was a shade of black that seemed impossibly dark. His shoes were semi-casual, but shined to perfection. Most noticeable was his way of accessorizing the suit, however. Typically sporting the traditional black-and-white reaper attire, it was strange to see Kid in any sort of color, at least in a formal setting. His button-up was a shade of royal blue that was so powerful, it could have been taken straight from the night sky. It brought out the slight blue hues in his hair, making it shine. The top two buttons were undone, and rather than his typical skull-faced adornment, a simple silver chain hung lightly against his bare skin.

When he entered the room, everyone fell silent - it seemed as if the scythe was not the only one to notice. His presence was overwhelming.
That is, of course, until Ragnarok ruined the ambiance by popping out of Crona's back and yelling, "It's about damn time you got here! When can we eat?!" He threw his small gloved fists around in a tantrum.

Kid merely chuckled and shook his head. "You all didn't need to wait on me, if you're hungry. You are guests after all, and I want you to make yourselves at home. Thank you, however, for your consideration." He smiled warmly in Soul's direction, making the scythe flush a light pink. "Shall we move to the dining hall?"

Dinner went as Kid had planned, with everyone enjoying themselves and finishing up in a timely manner. Once they were mostly moved to the other two designated areas of the mansion, Kid started putting the snacks away for them to enjoy later. As he was packing things up, Kid caught Soul's attention as he was on his way out of the room. "Since you helped me prepare for this evening, and everything is mostly to my standards, I trust you to help me organize and store the snacks as well..."

Soul rolled his eyes. "You know, you could just ask for my help, like any normal person would do." He chuckled as he started to fill an empty storage tray with pastries.

Kid smiled. "I only wanted you to understand how important this task really is. Everything's got to be perfect." He turned to Soul once more.
The scythe caught his eye and smiled knowingly. Soul knew Kid had that weird OCD thing, but he was also aware that it was involuntary. He figured it must be stressful, being such a perfectionist all the time...

Maka peeked her head into the room and, catching sight of the two boys, grinned. I don't think I've ever seen Kid blush since we met, and he hasn't stopped today! She thought cheerfully. And Soul looks like he might burst from happiness! Why doesn't he just tell Kid the truth already?

As he closed a lid over a container of leftover casserole, Kid saw Maka in the doorway. He panicked a little - what if she had seen him blush at Soul's compliments, or noticed the dumb, dazed look he surely wore every time Soul smiled?

"Hey, you two, the party's out here!" Maka chuckled. She shot a rather confusing look at Kid, as if she had read his thoughts. Her eyes seemed to say: You can relax, I already understand what's going on.

The reaper gulped and nearly dropped the bowl he was holding. "Yes, well uh, Soul was kind enough to, um, help me tidy up and organize the snacks for later..."

Soul shut the refrigerator door and snorted playfully. "'Kind enough'? I seem to remember you guilting me into it." He saw Kid raise a hand to protest, but Soul interrupted. "Relax, I'm only kidding." He approached the younger boy and draped an arm across his shoulders, pulling him closer. "I like helping you; that's what friends do." he grinned.

Kid tensed up, and he thought his stomach may very well just melt completely out of his body. Every time he felt the scythe's touch lately, his mind went blank. He felt as if he'd go insane sometimes. The feeling was not one he'd dealt with before - but, he kind of liked it.

Soul released the embrace and glanced around to make sure everything was put away. He moved to take the bowl from Kid's hands, but the reaper resisted.

"No, no, I've got it - you've already helped a great deal...go have fun with the others. I'll be out in a moment, okay?" He smiled weakly, a bit of force in his voice. I need time to gather my thoughts. I'm so scrambled!

Soul and Maka exchanged confused glances. Maka simply shrugged.

"Okay, whatever you say, Kid..." he nodded slightly and left the room.

Once they were out of earshot, Maka stopped in front of Soul. Her expression was calm, but serious. "Soul. Do you even realize how obvious Kid is being?" she asked. Her demeanor brightened as she continued. "You've got to say something; tell him your feelings! You can do it tonight, after everyone's gone to sleep, so you can have some privacy." The miester's smile faded as she saw her weapon's face become solemn.

"Maka, I don't think that's what's going on. I think he's just nervous because he's...uncomfortable? He isn't really used to having fr - "

Maka clasped a hand over Soul's mouth, cutting him off. "Don't you dare. You know that isn't true, and you're never this insecure about things! Can't you see that it's wrecking you to keep your feelings bottled up?" She asked rhetorically.

Soul's shoulders sunk with defeat as Maka removed her hand.

"Besides, I know the difference. He's sending you these...vibes." She made a rather comical wiggling motion with her fingers. When he didn't respond, she scoffed. "Whatever. Just trust me, alright?" She started off toward the lounge area.

Soul sighed and followed reluctantly.

Maka trailed over to Crona, who was smiling half-heartedly at one of Black*Star's lame jokes, leaving the scythe alone with his thoughts.

The rest of the evening went rather smoothly. Once Kid rejoined the group, they all danced and laughed, ate snacks and watched movies, enjoying each others' company. Time passed quickly until about midnight, when everyone started to get tired.

Being the youngest, Crona went to bed first, and fell asleep almost immediately (right after Ragnarok). He was followed by Black*Star, then Tsubaki. Liz and Patty soon made their way upstairs and toward the west wing, leaving Maka, Soul, and Kid to finish their movie. Eventually even Maka dozed off, her head resting on Soul's right knee as she lay sprawled on the sofa.

Instinctively, Soul twirled her hair between his fingers while she slept, keeping her comforted.

Distracted by the soft motion, Kid looked over from the television, and watched the scythe gently caressing his miester's face and hair. He felt a confusing pain in his chest, causing him to gasp quietly. Though he seemed absorbed in the film, the sound caught Soul's attention.

"You alright, Kiddo?" he asked, meeting the reaper's gaze.

Kid was temporarily shaken by the use of the nickname. Did he just use some...cutesy version of my name? He looked up from the blonde girl to meet Soul's fiery red eyes. It took a moment to realize what was asked. "Oh, yes, I'm fine." he lied, finally. "I didn't, um...you and Maka...make a nice couple." He hoped the utter insincerity wasn't entirely apparent. Holding his breath, he waited for a response.

"Uh...what?" Soul couldn't help but laugh. "Dude. Maka and me? No, just...no. We are not together. She's like...sort of like my sister." He continued, chuckling softly. As he glanced down to his snoozing miester, he thought (hoped?) he heard a soft sigh of relief from the reaper. Soul tried to fight off a blush, hoping his red cheeks weren't visible in the dim light.

"Oh!" Kid said, sounding a bit eager, even to himself. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Oh. Alright then. S-sorry." he muttered.

Soul gave a crooked half-smile, then looked back in the direction of the television, pretending to be interested in the movie. "Besides," he added quietly, "I've kinda...got my eye on someone."

The reaper shifted anxiously. Oh great, he thought sarcastically, just what I wanted to hear. "Oh..." he paused to realign his thoughts. "Well...good luck, then. I'm sure you'll get your girl..." he said, trying not to sound pretentious.

Soul couldn't contain a small snort, trying desperately not to break out in full laughter. Is Kid really this naïve? He wondered. "Uh...yeah, okay." he said, barely stopping himself from a dramatic eye-roll.

"What?" Kid turned in the seat, now facing the scythe full-on, his legs crossed on the sofa. "Isn't that what, um, friends do? Support each others' hopeless romantic endeavors, and such?" He cocked his head to the right, looking like a puzzled kitten.

Soul raised an eyebrow and turned slowly to stare at Kid. His cognition was derailed momentarily, though. Leaning forward the way he was, Kid's royal blue button-up was pushed open, revealing his pale, toned chest in the modest lighting. Soul's pace quickened, unable to look away.

"N-Not that it's hopeless!" Kid offered, confusing Soul's lustful demeanor for silent, stewing anger. "I-I mean, I don't know who it is, of course. I'm sure she's lovely, and...and you're certainly a c-catch - " Kid stopped, realizing what he'd said, and took on a deer-in-the-headlights appearance.

The weapon's mind jolted. "Wait..." he placed a hand on Kid's right knee, in an effort to gain his attention. "Did you just say that I'm 'a catch'?" he inquired.

Kid's back stiffened, causing him to sit completely upright. "No! I...well, yes, but I-I didn't..." he stopped again when he noticed the placement of Soul's hand; his fingers resting in a sensitive spot like the inner curve of his knee was very distracting...

"No, listen, don't get all defensive with me. Just tell me: did you mean that?" the scythe demanded, forcing eye contact by moving into Kid's range of vision.

The reaper boy turned an impossible shade of red, and stammered: "I-I, um, look, please d-don't hate me, I p-promise I wasn't trying to - "

"Did. You. Mean it." Soul said again, softer. He stared deeply into Kid's golden-yellow eyes.

"Y-yes!" the younger boy blurted, hiding his face with his hands. "I-I'm so sorry...I didn't want you to think that I'm..."

"Weirder than I already know you are?" Soul finished, only half-joking. "Impossible." he laughed. "Being gay doesn't make you weird any more than having dark hair does. It's just who you are. Did you really think I was going to stop hanging out with you?" At this, Soul removed his other hand from its resting place in Maka's hair, and pulled Kid's head up by his cheeks. He, once again, stared deeply into the boy's eyes.

A small tear fell as the reaper nodded gently.

Soul moved his thumb to wipe the tear away. "You dumb-ass don't you get it?" He sighed. "There is no 'she' and there won't be one, either." he huffed. "It took me a little bit of time to be okay with it, but...the person I've been wanting...you know who that is?"

Kid looked, watery-eyed, at Soul. He could, for the first time, see the fire burning behind those red irises. Could it be...? He smiled to himself. Instead of voicing his true thought, Kid took the opportunity to flirt a little. "Um. Black*Star." He said with a smirk.

Soul squinted in frustration before realizing that the reaper wasn't serious. He snickered quietly. "Not funny." he added.

"Then why did you laugh?" Kid prodded, grabbing hold of the scythe's right hand, which was still holding his face. He winked and squeezed his fingers gently, causing Soul to flush a bright pink.

"Uhm..." He shook his head, ignoring the comment. He took a deep breath, leaving a lingering pause; one that the reaper happily took advantage of.

Kid leaned closer to Soul, taking a second to gauge the situation. His feelings were almost insufferable as he watched the scythe's eyes flutter closed with anticipation.

Soul could feel Kid's breath on his face, warm and sweet. He felt as though he may collapse with fervor if he didn't get to taste the black-haired boy's lips soon.

Once assured that his advances were welcome, Kid didn't waste a split second. He pushed his lips hard against Soul's, his hands working their way around to the back of the scythe's head and entangling in his messy, white hair.

Soul grabbed Kid's ribs and pulled him closer, nearly forgetting about the girl in his lap.

Their kiss softened as they found a slow rhythm, trying to prolong the moment.

Soul took a bit of dominance: pulling the reaper closer, kissing him harder, his tongue working its way into his mouth to explore.
Kid smiled under the lip-lock, letting out a soft moan of approval.

Consequently, Soul was unable to suppress his own lustful grunt, aroused by the reaper's satisfaction. This grunt, however, did not go unnoticed.

Maka stirred slightly, waking. "Soul?" she whispered. "You okay? Is the movie over?"

Kid and Soul broke apart in record time, with both boys frantically wiping their mouths as if they were ridding a crime scene of evidence.
Maka blinked awake and stretched out, looking up at her weapon admiringly, completely unaware of the happenings that just took place directly over her head.

The two boys looked at Maka, then at each other, trying to contain their laughter.

Maka seemed too tired to notice. She sat upright and glanced over at the TV, noticing the credits rolling. "Well, I guess I'm going to sleep...um, again..." she giggled. "Are you two going to bed as well, or are you going to watch another movie?" she asked, unaware that the hit was unnecessary.

The boys once again looked at the blonde, with a guilty grin painted on both of their faces.

"Oh, yeah, I'm not tired yet, are you tired yet Kid?" Soul asked, his eyes not leaving Maka.

"Not in the slightest." Kid answered, almost too quickly.

Maka ignored their suspicious behavior, convinced that she had done some matchmaking. "Okay, well, good night you two!" She hugged them both as she stood up from the sofa, and swept hurriedly out of the lounge.

Once they heard her footsteps fade, the boys turned to look at each other. They smiled shyly, realization of the previous events falling over them.

"Well, that was close..." Kid giggled, his cheeks flushed.

Soul nestled closer to the reaper, wanting badly to pick up where they'd been interrupted. "Yeah.." he whispered, "...too close." He was less than a few inches from Kid's lips now - so close he could nearly taste them again.

Kid grinned mischievously. "What are you up to?" he asked quietly, his breathing escalating.

Soul bared his teeth, and taunted, "Nothing...except...I wasn't done with you..." He moved slightly closer, daring the reaper to kiss him once more.

Kid licked his lips and returned the tease. "Do something about it, then."

Soul couldn't restrain himself any longer. He met the reaper's mouth hungrily, clambering on top of him in an attempt to assert his dominance.

Kid was receptive, happily sliding his thin frame underneath the older boy; he wasn't usually the submissive type, but with Soul he kind of enjoyed the role.

One of Soul's hands rested on Kid's bare chest, while the other supported his own weight. He worked a knee between the reaper's small legs, the caresses teasing his inner thighs.

Kid moaned aloud at the touch, completely overcome with desire. His bright yellow eyes shot open, desperate for a look at the boy above him. The sight of passion on Soul's face made Kid grunt with pure lechery.

Soul broke the kiss, and looked down at the gorgeous boy beneath him. Seeing the sweat beading on Kid's forehead, his dilated pupils, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the white-haired boy smirked, satisfied. He sat upright, pulling the reaper with him by the small of his back.
Confused and overwhelmed, Kid could only stare. He analyzed Soul's face, becoming more puzzled. He's so...flawed, he thought guiltily, yet so perfect. How?

The weapon spoke softly. "Kid..." he started, peering deeply into the yellow spark of the reaper boy's eyes. He felt a finger fall on his lips, stopping him.

"Don't think." Kid pleaded, worried that Soul was having a change of heart. "Please. Don't stop now." This time it was the miester who took control, fumbling with the buttons on Soul's shirt and knocking him back on the sofa with another kiss. He felt the scythe smile underneath his lips.

Soul grabbed the back of Kid's head and pulled him in, pressing his body upward to meet the reaper's. A small groan escaped his throat, urging the miester to continue.

Though neither would later be able to recall how, they both soon found themselves in only their underwear, entangled in a mess of love and lust.

Soul was once again in control, leaving small purple marks on the reaper's neck as he pecked at his fair skin. His hand found a path down Kid's chest and toned abdomen, coming to rest on his slender hip. His fingers twirled lightly on the line of the black-haired boy's shorts.

Kid bucked his hips instinctively, teased by the touch. His mouth was nearly watering with impatience.

Soul nibbled slightly at Kid's collarbone, garnering a rather loud and frustrated moan from the reaper. Soul smirked and raised to meet the miester's eyes. "Oh, you like that, do you?" he nudged, his fingertips barely slipping under the band of the other boy's shorts.

Kid's breath hitched in his throat. He could only nod, nearly going over the edge just from Soul's touch.

The older boy pressed his body into Kid's once more, making sure the reaper could feel the 'problem' he'd created under the fabric of Soul's boxers.

Kid groaned and smiled devilishly. "Let me take care of that for you?" he purred, the scythe's message received.

Soul fought back a moan, but nodded. He rocked back onto the other side of the sofa, pulling his lover with him, surrendering his position of power for the time being.

Kid wasted no time moving to pleasure the white-haired boy, causing him to suddenly become vocal.

"Oh shit, Kid!" he exclaimed breathlessly. He gripped the boy's hair and brought his face zealously to his lips, trying desperately to stifle his consistent moans of pleasure.

Kid laughed into the kiss, his own arousal becoming more obvious by the second. He broke away from Soul's lips, placing gentle pecks down the boy's collarbone and chest, working his way down. He glanced up at the scythe, watching him wriggle.

Soul's eyes were shut tight, but he could feel Kid's soft grazes caressing his body, eventually stopping just where he needed it most, causing a near-scream to escape his lips.

"Shh!" Kid giggled. "You'll wake the others..." Then, as if to express that he didn't legitimately care how expressive his lover got, Kid got back to pleasing Soul with an aptness that seemed impossible.

It wasn't long until the white-haired boy was fully satisfied. He was left motionless and exposed on the sofa.

Kid, however, still had an 'issue' of his own that needed dealing with. He kissed Soul's chest and neck, pleading to be pleasured as well. "Is is my turn now?" He whispered seductively to the exhausted boy.

Soul stirred and opened his eyes. He smiled malevolently, and flipped the reaper over onto his back. The scythe was new to all of this, but he was determined to make Kid feel just as good as he did. He worked rapidly, albeit a little awkwardly, nearly tearing Kid's boxers in the process of removing them.

Impressive... Kid barely had time to think as he was met with a bliss unlike any he'd ever felt. What Soul lacked in experience, he made up for in tenacity. Kid's rather large 'problem' was promptly taken care of.

Soul smiled as he moved to lie beside the reaper, pulling him close.

Exhausted, Kid curled in to match Soul's shape, beaming. For the first time in a very, very long time, he wasn't worried. There were no paintings to adjust, no sheets to be ironed, no mental breakdowns to be had - there was only the two of them. He drifted to sleep immediately, smiling.

Soul watched him as he slept. He seemed angelic, peaceful...the weapon took a deep breath, trying to steady his pulse. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was nearly 4 AM. Yawning, he decided it was time for bed; and no matter how badly he wanted to sleep cuddled next to Kid just as they were, he knew they were almost guaranteed to be found there when the others woke.

Soul slowly lifted the reaper boy from his resting place, cradling him in his arms, and carried him cautiously down the corridor and past the group's sleeping area. He passed a few rooms, then saw the door clearly marked with the Death family's symbol. He pushed the door ajar with his foot, entered, and placed Kid's thin frame on the large four-poster bed.

Kid stirred slightly, but did not awaken. He instinctively pulled the covers over his bare body and sighed into a deeper slumber.

Soul's heart nearly melted as he watched the boy, captivated by the way he seemed to glow by light of the mocking moon. Damn, he thought, I'm so lucky... He smiled and leaned over Kid, kissing his cheek softly. It was that moment that he decided: Everything is going to be okay. My only goal now is to always make Kid happy - no matter what. He kissed the boy's cheek once more, careful to catch the small tear that fell as he uprighted. "Goodnight, Kiddo." he whispered as he turned to leave.

"I love you."

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:o

Me: YOU DO LOVE HIM I KNEW IT

Soul: Uhm stfu.

Bwahahaha. I are evil with the cliffhangers, I know. BUT. How 'bout that lemony-deliciousness eh? ;D What I posted here isn't even close to the pure shameless raunchy smut I actually wrote, but I didn't want to scare anyone. lol.

Se, let me know if you enjoyed this chapter/what you want to happen next/how much you hate and love me right now? Heheh.

Oh, and no more delays, pinky-swear.

TTFN!