“Ah!” Sprit lay on the ground, his head pounding and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“Quit your whining! I don’t want my scythe crying in front of the teachers.”
“Huh?” Spirit looked up at him.
“I’m holding a meeting in here with all the teachers. I just sent the message out.”
“WHAT?!” Spirit jumped to his feet. If all of the teachers were coming to the death room then that meant that Stein would be there. “I uh, I’ve gotta go!” He started for the doors.
“Hold on there, Death Scythe! You’re part of this meeting as well! tu aren’t going anywhere!”
Spirit stopped in front of the doors and sighed, hanging his head. “Yes, Lord Death.” He walked back over and stood beside Death, his head still hanging. He had managed to avoid Stein for seven days and now he’d have to face him again. How could he possibly look at Stein and keep his emotions under control?
The teachers had all filed into the death room. “Alright, now that you’re all here-,” Death began, but Spirit tuned him out. Instead of paying attention to the meeting, he couldn’t help but to stare at Stein who sat backwards in his chair. That chair brought back memories that made shivers run up his spine. He closed his eyes and flashed back into memory,
Spirit walked into Stein’s laboratory and found him sitting at his computer. He moved over to him and took his hand off of the bolt in his head. “Stein, tu should rest. If we have to hunt a witch tomorrow you’re going to need all the sleep tu can get.”
Stein grabbed his wrist and spun around in his chair, pulling him into his lap. “You know what helps me get to sleep.”
Spirit’s face flushed and he tried to pull his wrist away and get up. “N-No. Not tonight. I’m too tired.”
“Come on. We’ll go to sleep together right after. I promise.” Stein pushed up his camisa, camiseta and licked his chest.
Spirit tried to choke back a moan, but couldn’t. “A-A-Alright.” He got down on his knees and started undoing Stein’s pants. He looked away as his hands went to work, his face heating up; he couldn’t take his eyes away from the floor because of possibly dying from embarrassment. Stein slipped his hand under his chin and lifted his head up, bringing his face around so he had to look him in the eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. Don’t turn away. I want to be able to see your face; those dazzling eyes of yours.” Spirit blushed darker and covered him with his mouth.
He stayed down for a few minutos before being lifted off the ground. “Go ahead,” Stein then let his waist go and watched him. Spirit started taking off his clothes, leaving on only his camisa, camiseta and large cruzar, cruz tie. Stein pulled him into his lap again and held Spirit’s back to his chest. He unbuttoned Spirit’s shirt, only leaving the middle one buttoned. He rubbed his smooth chest and pushed into him. Spirit moaned and reached back, one hand gripping the bolt in Stein’s head and the other arm reaching around his neck and his fingers tangling his hair. As the rubbing and thrusting went on, the laboratory filled with moans and screams of ecstasy. The screams echoed off the walls and traveled down the hallways. After what seemed like hours, the screams finally died down. Stein’s voice broke the symphony of heavy panting and soft moaning, “Okay...Now...we can go...to sleep.”
“...Death Scythe. Death Scythe. Death Scythe!”
Spirit’s eyes snapped open and he looked at Lord Death. “Huh?”
All the teachers had left and they were the only two left in the room. “The meeting is over. tu can go now.”
“Oh okay.” Spirit put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room, the double doors swinging closed behind him.
Stein grabbed him por the arm when the doors closed and pulled him close. “No más running, Spirit. tu need to face me.”
Spirit gasped and his eyes widened. “S-Stein, we can’t do this here; it’s-,” he was cut off as Stein picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him to his classroom. “Put me down!” He struggled to get out of Stein’s grasp. Spirit was finally freed when he was set down on the floor in Stein’s classroom. “What the hell?! tu can’t just pick me up like that! I’m a grown man!”
Stein lit up a cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. “You’d think a grown man would be able to deal with his feels.” He stepped over Spirit and sat down in his chair at his desk.
Spirit glared at him and pushed himself to his feet. “Don’t demean me. I’m your equal and tu need to treat me that way.”
“I always have, Spirit.”
Spirit walked over to his escritorio and slammed his hands down on it, stand in front of him. “I left tu to get away from tu and now tu mostrar up here! Who do tu think tu are?! You’ve walked all over me in the past for five years and I won’t let tu do it again! So if tu think I’ll ever let myself fall for tu again then tu seriously need to put your mindset somewhere else!”
Stein looked up to meet Spirit’s blazing eyes with calm ones. “So, tu did have feelings for me.”
“Huh?”
“On the night tu left tu dicho that tu hated me and tu denied ever loving me, but just now tu dicho that tu fell for me.” After a few minutos of Spirit staring at him blankly, Stein grabbed him por the shoulders and pulled him down onto the escritorio in front of him. He enredados his hands in his hair and kissed him hungrily. Over the years since Spirit had left, Stein had forgotten what his kiss felt like and he wanted to remember.
Spirit grunted and moaned as Stein’s lips pressed harder and harder against his. He pushed at his chest, trying to push him off him. “Stop! Get off me!” Stein’s hand slipped down between his legs and he started rubbing him through his pants. Spirit gasped and moaned, his fighting hands turning into vices, gripping Stein’s lab capa to keep him close. He fought against the desires to succumb to Stein’s advances with everything he had and finally managed to push Stein away. He sat up on the desk, breathing heavily, and looked away. “S-Spirit...,” Stein stared at him, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. Spirit squeezed his eyes shut tight and got off the desk, running from the room. This couldn’t happen to him again.
