“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! You 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, you should rest. If we have to hunt a witch tomorrow you’re going to need all the sleep you 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 shirt 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 minutes 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 shirt and large cross 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. You 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 by the arm when the doors closed and pulled him close. “No more running, Spirit. You 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?! You 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 you need to treat me that way.”
“I always have, Spirit.”
Spirit walked over to his desk and slammed his hands down on it, stand in front of him. “I left you to get away from you and now you show up here! Who do you think you are?! You’ve walked all over me in the past for five years and I won’t let you do it again! So if you think I’ll ever let myself fall for you again then you seriously need to put your mindset somewhere else!”
Stein looked up to meet Spirit’s blazing eyes with calm ones. “So, you did have feelings for me.”
“Huh?”
“On the night you left you said that you hated me and you denied ever loving me, but just now you said that you fell for me.” After a few minutes of Spirit staring at him blankly, Stein grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down onto the desk in front of him. He tangled 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 coat 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.
