A/N: Huh. Another clothes themed chapter.

Warning: Awesome-O says that this is GAY. Full of GAY. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I… I gots nothing. Really. Nothing. Sorry.

Summary: Challenge fic. 25 Random Words. The rules? Just use the word in a scene about the pairing. Chapter 13: Nun.

Remember:

"Blah" – Speech

Blah –Thoughts/Emphasis

Blah – Self Explanatory

13. Nun

"There is no way in hell I am wearing that!" Ike screamed, pointing one long piano finger at the costume in Shadow's hand.

"Huh? Why not?" he asked, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth at the same time. But, then again, Shadow had a talented mouth.

Wait. That seemed a bit dirty.

Ike's face was already flushed a pretty scarlet color (from anger, not embarrassment!), yet Shadow did nothing. Just stood in front of Ike holding out the Classic-Halloween-Costume-In-A-Bag Bag. Another one was slung over his shoulder, obscuring the Canadian's view of it. For some reason, this whole scenario was disturbing him more than it should.

"Come on," Shadow said, and Ike could swear there was a gleeful, evil undertone, "You lost the bet. I got to choose your costume."

"Please, please don't make me wear it!" Ike begged, backing into his front door. Shadow shoved the package rudely into Ike's slight chest.

"Nope, you lost. I won. You get to be my Naughty Nun," he declared. Shadow finally took the rest of the cigarette from his mouth and tossed it into the freshly piled snow bank, smirking. Ike frowned—not pouted—mostly from having to wear the stupid outfit.

"I'll do anything, Shadow. I don't wanna cross-dress," he said, "That's a little… ya know… uh, gay."

"I could make it a whole lot gay-er," the goth said. Ike tilted his head in confusion.

"How?" he asked, then glanced down at the picture of the Nun in the costume bag. To call her a slut was like to call a shark a bully. It was more of an understatement.

"Well, we can make another bet," Shadow suggested, leaning in over Ike. The younger boy glanced up just in time to see Shadow lick his painted lips. "I bet you can't hold your breath for 30 seconds."

"What? How is that g—?"

The next thing Ike knew, Shadow was pressing dark and soft lips upon his own. There was a thrilling zap of arousal that made Ike stiffen immediately. His mind blanked as an odd intoxicating taste invaded his mouth. It was bitter, but blazoned with a smoky after effect. Ike realized that the tip of Shadow's tongue was sweeping his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Gasping, Ike broke away, back smacking against his front door harshly.

Shadow was smiling down at him as Ike breathed irregularly. "Were you keeping count?"

"H-Huh?" Ike questioned, blinking away anxious tears.

"Were you keeping count?" Shadow asked again, "For our latest bet."

"What? NO! How can anyone keep count when-when… umm…" Ike glanced away, voice wavering until he was quiet. Sighing, Shadow rested his forehead on Ike's. Dark bangs tangled with more dark bangs.

"Your face is uber hot," he commented offhanded.

"Because I'm embarrassed, idiot! You caught me off guard!" he grumbled. Shadow shrugged, then straightened, still hiding his costume.

"Well, you lost, so you still have to be a nun," he announced. Ike would have thrown a bratty insult at him, but Shadow pivoted quickly and practically ran down the iced sidewalk. Finally, Ike caught a glimpse of Shadow's costume as it bumped rhythmically with the hurried pace:

Devilishly Handsome Devil.

Oh.

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